Post by Silverstream on Mar 15, 2006 20:40:19 GMT -5
My friend had a fish named Moonriver. And she named him that for a reason. Here is his story:
One day, My friend and I were at a fair, and the fair was held on the Riverwalk. In one place, you could win bettas by tossing little ping-pong balls into cups. These boys had won a betta, and they had taken it down to the actual river. Now, I don't know about you, but the fish did not appreciate being thrown into the river. These boys were picking up the betta with their bare hands, and literally throwing him into the river. The river wasn't that fast moving, so he wasn't swept away in the flow, but he sheltered behind a rock. The boys kept doing this and doing this until finally, my friend and I wandered along. We were looking in the river, and watching the other fishes, but suddenly, we saw something white in the river by those boys. I took a closer look, and realized it was a betta! (yes, the betta's white, but not totally albino) My friend breeds bettas, so I quickly told her, and we approached those boys. At first, we tried to explain that throwing a fish in the water was bad, and not to do it. They seemed to get it, and we walked farther down the river, but just enough to keep an eye on them. Sure enough, they stared doing it again, and my friend, very angry now, went up to those boys, and verbally assulted them. Of course, they became meek, and said "If you're so smart, then why don't you take it!" So my friend took the betta, and brought it home with her, only expecting it to live a day after the head trauma caused by those boys. It did live, and stayed alive until last Monday. Since my friend breeds bettas, she found Moonriver a perfect mate, and put them in the breeding tank together. One time when we went to check up on them, Moonriver was corkscrewing, and we got very worried and put him in a seperate tank. He must've hit the tank wall while chasing the female, and tipped that head trauma over the edge, because he died 2 days later. I was very sad about this, more than one would normally feel for a fish because of our history. It is because of him, I have created this character bio. (which by the way is 3 pages long typed, single spaced, font 12, Times New Roman)
Name: Moonriver
Do you honor?: Yes
Age: 20 seasons (5 years)
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Moonriver is a beautiful almost solid white short-haired cat. He has clear crystal blue eyes, starting in the center as an aquamarine, and gradually blending out into a royal blue. Towards the outer edges of his irises, in the midst of the dark blues, forest green fleck/stripes are found. They look like pine needles, but on a miniscule scale. They are hardly noticeable, unless you are really close. Moonriver also has a lean body build, perfect for the RiverClan area, especially for fishing. His fur is sleek in all seasons, due to RiverClan’s abundant prey. His fur seems to be like a duck’s feathers, in the way they both repel water. Moonriver’s pelt often looks sleek and oily when you see the river water running off of it. Granted, if he did stay in the water for several hours, his pelt would allow water in, and he would be soaked to the bone, but on average, Moonriver can stay in the water for about an hour. Moonriver has and unusual red-tipped tail, the color of rust on an old Twoleg machine. The red patch is very small, and does not run much farther down his tail than a raindrop. In fact, the patch is not much larger than a raindrop, as if somecat flicked a liquid drop of rust at him. On his leg, Moonriver has a similar patch. At a glance, Moonriver’s right foreleg has the same rustic red patch, just a tad larger than the one on his tail. Around Moonriver’s muzzle, silvery-white hairs grow, just lightly giving him the appearance of a silver muzzle. The silver-white color continues on Moonriver’s chest, but no where else.
RP Example:
Moonriver crept slowly forward; knowing on misstep could send his prey scurrying for cover. Although Moonriver was a RiverClan cat, prey other than fish sure wouldn’t kill anyone. He was tracking a squirrel, its incessant chatter destroying his thoughts. Moonriver hadn’t been really hunting, but just exploring his territory. Then that annoying squirrel started exclaiming that it had found a nut, or some other stupid accomplishment. That squirrel would die soon, and then join the fresh-kill pile soon afterwards. Moonriver’s silvery-white pelt glistened in the dawn light as he put paw over paw reaching towards the squirrel. Beneath his still-thick leafbare pelt, hard muscles were etched, a beautiful side effect of daily clan life. One ear flicked back, hearing some nonexistent noise, and quickly swiveled back towards his prey. His hind legs tensed and his aqua-blue eyes narrowed, concentrating on the gray squirrel just ahead. Moonriver leapt silently, and like a gust of wind, landed upon his prey, tasting its warm, sweet blood as he crushed its skull between his powerful jaws. Moonriver smiled through the squirrel in his maw, satisfied that the chattering had ceased, and padded back towards camp, intending to drop the squirrel into the fresh-kill pile, and explore some more. Although, he wouldn’t mind stopping to chat to his leader about an apprentice, he knew that would never happen.
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: American Shorthair, with a bit of American Wirehair
Personality: Moonriver is calm and quiet, if you don’t anger him. Traditionally, he stays loyal to his leader, medicine cat, and deputy, although he respects a senior warrior’s request, and another warrior’s opinion. However, he will turn on you if he knows what you have done is wrong. It will take him a while to fully despise you, but when he does, there will be no rest for you or him until you are out of the clan. Moonriver will only loathe you if you have done something to seriously anger somecat, or StarClan. He will have a lot of evidence before turning against you in such a way, and will give you numerous warnings and chances to change. Moonriver’s anger comes in two levels though; the I want to kill/destroy you, and the everyday one. It doesn’t take much to rile up his everyday anger, and apprentices will find themselves being punished for no apparent reason. He does love one cat now, and will always love that cat. She was a RiverClan cat, and a fierce warrior. (See History for more details) Moonriver hopes desperately for an apprentice to train, and would cherish any one he had. He almost constantly drops hints to his leader for one, but there are no kits currently in the nursery for him to have. His mentor was Ambercloud, and he wept greatly when she passed on to StarClan of old age.
History:
Kit
Moonkit grew up normally in Clan life, always respecting his elders, and listening to his mother. He tussled with his nursery mates, and had a blast as a kit, as there was never a dull moment. Moonkit’s mother believed greatly in the old ways, and would not let the traditional name die in him, thus he was named Moonkit. Moonkit never really noticed his name, and it didn’t make him feel different or weird. It just sort of was there. He was made into an apprentice the sunhigh after he turned 6 moons, and didn’t much care for training as other kits did. There wasn’t any zing to it.
Apprentice
When Moonkit became Moonpaw, he was a bit excited, but not as much as you’d expect. He had a great life in the nursery, and didn’t intend to leave it behind so soon. He trained every day with his persistent mentor, Ambercloud, and learned from her how to live in the forest. He took special interest in hunting, as he liked to be able to provide for his clan, especially his mother. Soon, months passed by and he was 11 moons old. He fought in a battle with ThunderClan, just a border fight, and was soon raised to the rank of warrior, taking the name Moonriver, for the shining of the moon on the river over which he drove away a full grown warrior single handedly.
Warrior
Finally named warrior, Moonriver took great pride in his warrior rank, but loved to hang around the nursery for signs of kits who could possibly be an apprentice. Eventually, he took a mate, and had kits of his own, but he never had a chance to see those kits. A day before his mate’s kitting, the RiverClan leader demanded to go to Moonstone immediately, as he had a horrible feeling that something terrible was going to happen. And so Moonriver left immediately to follow his leader in a patrol to Moonstone. However, they left to late, and ended up reaching Moonstone just as the moon sank below the horizon, the sun dyeing the sky pink. And so, they stayed another day, hoping to go into Moonstones, so their leader could share tongues with StarClan. The next day, a WindClan patrol came, bearing the WindClan leader and Moonriver’s leader decided to be polite, and allow the WindClan leader to go first. The next night, Moonriver’s leader shared tongues with StarClan, and stayed sleeping for roughly 3 sunsets. On the fourth moonrise, Moonriver’s leader’s eyes flashed open, and they started to make their way home. Unfortunately, a WindClan patrol mistook them for a war patrol, and attacked. The WindClan cats outnumbered them 3 to 1, and Moonriver, along with the rest of the RiverClan patrol, fled back in the direction of Highstones. Thankfully, RiverClan’s leader had enough time to slip away and make it back to RiverClan territory. Moonriver and his companions sheltered near to Highstones, and hunted the nearby rats. Sadly, all of Moonriver’s companions died in the 8 months he was there. Finally, Moonriver decided that this was enough, and slunk through WindClan territory back to RiverClan territory. Upon arriving back to his Clan, he discovered his mate was dead, and his kit had run away. For this he grieves, and shall never take a mate. Now, a month later, he has settled back into Clan life, and looks forward to his own apprentice. Each night though, he stares up at Silverpelt, and thinks about his mate.
Note: I didn’t mention the name of his mate and kit on purpose
Codewords: The Ancient Ways, Zeik
Pictures:
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One day, My friend and I were at a fair, and the fair was held on the Riverwalk. In one place, you could win bettas by tossing little ping-pong balls into cups. These boys had won a betta, and they had taken it down to the actual river. Now, I don't know about you, but the fish did not appreciate being thrown into the river. These boys were picking up the betta with their bare hands, and literally throwing him into the river. The river wasn't that fast moving, so he wasn't swept away in the flow, but he sheltered behind a rock. The boys kept doing this and doing this until finally, my friend and I wandered along. We were looking in the river, and watching the other fishes, but suddenly, we saw something white in the river by those boys. I took a closer look, and realized it was a betta! (yes, the betta's white, but not totally albino) My friend breeds bettas, so I quickly told her, and we approached those boys. At first, we tried to explain that throwing a fish in the water was bad, and not to do it. They seemed to get it, and we walked farther down the river, but just enough to keep an eye on them. Sure enough, they stared doing it again, and my friend, very angry now, went up to those boys, and verbally assulted them. Of course, they became meek, and said "If you're so smart, then why don't you take it!" So my friend took the betta, and brought it home with her, only expecting it to live a day after the head trauma caused by those boys. It did live, and stayed alive until last Monday. Since my friend breeds bettas, she found Moonriver a perfect mate, and put them in the breeding tank together. One time when we went to check up on them, Moonriver was corkscrewing, and we got very worried and put him in a seperate tank. He must've hit the tank wall while chasing the female, and tipped that head trauma over the edge, because he died 2 days later. I was very sad about this, more than one would normally feel for a fish because of our history. It is because of him, I have created this character bio. (which by the way is 3 pages long typed, single spaced, font 12, Times New Roman)
Name: Moonriver
Do you honor?: Yes
Age: 20 seasons (5 years)
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Moonriver is a beautiful almost solid white short-haired cat. He has clear crystal blue eyes, starting in the center as an aquamarine, and gradually blending out into a royal blue. Towards the outer edges of his irises, in the midst of the dark blues, forest green fleck/stripes are found. They look like pine needles, but on a miniscule scale. They are hardly noticeable, unless you are really close. Moonriver also has a lean body build, perfect for the RiverClan area, especially for fishing. His fur is sleek in all seasons, due to RiverClan’s abundant prey. His fur seems to be like a duck’s feathers, in the way they both repel water. Moonriver’s pelt often looks sleek and oily when you see the river water running off of it. Granted, if he did stay in the water for several hours, his pelt would allow water in, and he would be soaked to the bone, but on average, Moonriver can stay in the water for about an hour. Moonriver has and unusual red-tipped tail, the color of rust on an old Twoleg machine. The red patch is very small, and does not run much farther down his tail than a raindrop. In fact, the patch is not much larger than a raindrop, as if somecat flicked a liquid drop of rust at him. On his leg, Moonriver has a similar patch. At a glance, Moonriver’s right foreleg has the same rustic red patch, just a tad larger than the one on his tail. Around Moonriver’s muzzle, silvery-white hairs grow, just lightly giving him the appearance of a silver muzzle. The silver-white color continues on Moonriver’s chest, but no where else.
RP Example:
Moonriver crept slowly forward; knowing on misstep could send his prey scurrying for cover. Although Moonriver was a RiverClan cat, prey other than fish sure wouldn’t kill anyone. He was tracking a squirrel, its incessant chatter destroying his thoughts. Moonriver hadn’t been really hunting, but just exploring his territory. Then that annoying squirrel started exclaiming that it had found a nut, or some other stupid accomplishment. That squirrel would die soon, and then join the fresh-kill pile soon afterwards. Moonriver’s silvery-white pelt glistened in the dawn light as he put paw over paw reaching towards the squirrel. Beneath his still-thick leafbare pelt, hard muscles were etched, a beautiful side effect of daily clan life. One ear flicked back, hearing some nonexistent noise, and quickly swiveled back towards his prey. His hind legs tensed and his aqua-blue eyes narrowed, concentrating on the gray squirrel just ahead. Moonriver leapt silently, and like a gust of wind, landed upon his prey, tasting its warm, sweet blood as he crushed its skull between his powerful jaws. Moonriver smiled through the squirrel in his maw, satisfied that the chattering had ceased, and padded back towards camp, intending to drop the squirrel into the fresh-kill pile, and explore some more. Although, he wouldn’t mind stopping to chat to his leader about an apprentice, he knew that would never happen.
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: American Shorthair, with a bit of American Wirehair
Personality: Moonriver is calm and quiet, if you don’t anger him. Traditionally, he stays loyal to his leader, medicine cat, and deputy, although he respects a senior warrior’s request, and another warrior’s opinion. However, he will turn on you if he knows what you have done is wrong. It will take him a while to fully despise you, but when he does, there will be no rest for you or him until you are out of the clan. Moonriver will only loathe you if you have done something to seriously anger somecat, or StarClan. He will have a lot of evidence before turning against you in such a way, and will give you numerous warnings and chances to change. Moonriver’s anger comes in two levels though; the I want to kill/destroy you, and the everyday one. It doesn’t take much to rile up his everyday anger, and apprentices will find themselves being punished for no apparent reason. He does love one cat now, and will always love that cat. She was a RiverClan cat, and a fierce warrior. (See History for more details) Moonriver hopes desperately for an apprentice to train, and would cherish any one he had. He almost constantly drops hints to his leader for one, but there are no kits currently in the nursery for him to have. His mentor was Ambercloud, and he wept greatly when she passed on to StarClan of old age.
History:
Kit
Moonkit grew up normally in Clan life, always respecting his elders, and listening to his mother. He tussled with his nursery mates, and had a blast as a kit, as there was never a dull moment. Moonkit’s mother believed greatly in the old ways, and would not let the traditional name die in him, thus he was named Moonkit. Moonkit never really noticed his name, and it didn’t make him feel different or weird. It just sort of was there. He was made into an apprentice the sunhigh after he turned 6 moons, and didn’t much care for training as other kits did. There wasn’t any zing to it.
Apprentice
When Moonkit became Moonpaw, he was a bit excited, but not as much as you’d expect. He had a great life in the nursery, and didn’t intend to leave it behind so soon. He trained every day with his persistent mentor, Ambercloud, and learned from her how to live in the forest. He took special interest in hunting, as he liked to be able to provide for his clan, especially his mother. Soon, months passed by and he was 11 moons old. He fought in a battle with ThunderClan, just a border fight, and was soon raised to the rank of warrior, taking the name Moonriver, for the shining of the moon on the river over which he drove away a full grown warrior single handedly.
Warrior
Finally named warrior, Moonriver took great pride in his warrior rank, but loved to hang around the nursery for signs of kits who could possibly be an apprentice. Eventually, he took a mate, and had kits of his own, but he never had a chance to see those kits. A day before his mate’s kitting, the RiverClan leader demanded to go to Moonstone immediately, as he had a horrible feeling that something terrible was going to happen. And so Moonriver left immediately to follow his leader in a patrol to Moonstone. However, they left to late, and ended up reaching Moonstone just as the moon sank below the horizon, the sun dyeing the sky pink. And so, they stayed another day, hoping to go into Moonstones, so their leader could share tongues with StarClan. The next day, a WindClan patrol came, bearing the WindClan leader and Moonriver’s leader decided to be polite, and allow the WindClan leader to go first. The next night, Moonriver’s leader shared tongues with StarClan, and stayed sleeping for roughly 3 sunsets. On the fourth moonrise, Moonriver’s leader’s eyes flashed open, and they started to make their way home. Unfortunately, a WindClan patrol mistook them for a war patrol, and attacked. The WindClan cats outnumbered them 3 to 1, and Moonriver, along with the rest of the RiverClan patrol, fled back in the direction of Highstones. Thankfully, RiverClan’s leader had enough time to slip away and make it back to RiverClan territory. Moonriver and his companions sheltered near to Highstones, and hunted the nearby rats. Sadly, all of Moonriver’s companions died in the 8 months he was there. Finally, Moonriver decided that this was enough, and slunk through WindClan territory back to RiverClan territory. Upon arriving back to his Clan, he discovered his mate was dead, and his kit had run away. For this he grieves, and shall never take a mate. Now, a month later, he has settled back into Clan life, and looks forward to his own apprentice. Each night though, he stares up at Silverpelt, and thinks about his mate.
Note: I didn’t mention the name of his mate and kit on purpose
Codewords: The Ancient Ways, Zeik
Pictures:
Last Picceh