Name: Moon that glitters on frosted snow
Age: 36 moons
Gender: Cis Female
Sexuality: Aromantic Bisexual
Clan: Northclan
Rank: Medicine Cat

Personality Traits

Positive: Hard working, Strong, Clever
Neutral: Quiet, Secretive,Sneaky
Negative: Vengeful, Manipulative, Cruel



Appearance: Tall skinny Lilac point she-cat with tufted ears, small paws and grayish-blue eyes
Eyes: Grayish-blue eyes
Base Coat: White
Markings: Lilac Color Point
Other/Extra: N/A



Biography:

At a young age Moon would use her looks, and status to bully and manipulate her way into getting things she wanted. It didn't help she was the youngest of her siblings, making her the baby of the family. She loved this attention, how her family would shower her with love and affection, and how even at a young age was more powerful then most cats in her clan. She was told the gods were always looking down on her, and watching her, which only fed her growing ego. As she grew she learned how to put a mask on for adults and higher ups, but would let her cruel nature show around lower class cats, even taking out her own anger on them

Moon was chosen to be the next medicine cat, for not only was she pure-blooded but also her white fur, which was seen as a good sign. Moon happily obliged, knowing how much more power and attention she'd get from doing this work. Her facade kept going, and slowly she grew the reputation of being the most loved and feared she-cat in Northclan, depending on which class you asked.

This went on, until Moon's mentor got very ill. Moon had already graduated but she knew her mentor was holding her back from full power, she couldn't get anything done with her around. So, she simply fed the molly death berries. She claimed her illness had taken her, and that she wanted the honor of being thrown into God's Blood. No cat ever found out what really happened. She was then given her new name, (Moon) that shines with stars


Soon Moon was completely alone, with lots of power. The cruel and blood lusted she-cat would simply keep on the facade, manipulate others to do her biding, or dirty work. The only strange occurrence was many Lower Class cats dying under her care, even if it was just going in for a broken leg. Of course no one really cared, who would? Just simple drones, easily replaceable. Plus no one could blame the sweet and charming Moon...right?