ZombieMoan///New Windclan

[Disappearing]

Name:ZombieMoan (If this is to odd I will happily change it.

Age:24 months (2 years)

Gender: She-Cat

Clan:New Windclan

Rank: Warrior

Appearance:
Solid, light gray is the shade of ZombieMoan's dull pelt. Its shorter than most cats, and clearly doesn't have that much time put into making it perfect. It hangs limply from ZombieMoan's bony frame. As stated ZombieMoan has a very thin build, she is pretty skeletal, she has always been that way, it may be a result of her genes. Her ears are large, two notches decorated her left ear and one the right. Sort of proof she has worked her way to being a warrior (at least that is what she thinks.) Yellow serves as her eye color. Think along the lines of Oriental Shorthair.

Personality:
ZombieMoan is distant in many way's. She doesn't return affection, very rarely visits the nursery, never cheers during a naming, to name a few. She will share tongues and have a nice chat. In her eyes, she see's many cats as wasteful on their power and cunning. The reason for that is because being so skinny she doesn't have as much as an advantage as her clanmates, so she must rely on tricks. She dislikes when someone has adventages over her, and also hates routine. She is known to get very defensive at times over the smallest thing, there is also a bit of an anger problem. She always speaks in a low, monotone voice, which give's her an image as being a booding type. She is pretty good at fighting, as long as there are several places to hide. She doesn't like when other pay attention to her appearance, Dislikes kits because of this, and will be bitter toward them.
History:
ZombieMoan was a frail kit that was born without siblings, which made her mother protective and overbearing. ZombieMoan wasn't really allowed to do anything other than the same thing every single day. Which is the reason she dislikes routines. Being as frail as she was not many expected her to survive the first few moons. Following the usual story, she beat the odds and survived. But when training came around her mother tried to prevent it, she tried to make ZombieMoan believe she was more for the nursery, than being a warrior. It didn't work, and eventually ZombiePaw became ZombieMoan after many hard weeks of training. Unfortunately she didn't turn out as great as she thought, which was a bummer. Though her training she focuses more on hiding and attacking then actually face to face attacks, it was easier to surprise someone and make them end up injuring themselves.

Moving on, she had been involved in quite a few battles, not to many scares to prove it save for her ears. Eventually she stopped speaking to her mother all together, because all that her mother did was continue to try to make her to be a nursery cat. Besides that, her life has been relatively normal up until now.

RP Sample:
Something was off tonight. ZombieMoan could feel it in the air and she really didn't like it. It seemed to her that the clan could feel it as well. For the last hour or so there had be whispers.
"Somethings going on"
"Do you think we are going to be attacked?"
She, herself wasn't very sure of what was up. Eventually she pushed the feeling into the back of her mind and began wondering around the camp. In the last two years of her life it had grown large. Usually there was maybe twelve to fifteen cats, but now it was something much larger. She was taken out of her thought's when a voice pipped up behind her.
"Are you a monster?", the voice was soft, not quite sure of its gender yet. ZombieMoan stopped in her tracks and turned her head towered the voice. "Do you know what a monster is?", she hissed at the white kit that stared up at her with wide eyes. She stalked away, her somewhat calm night had been ruined. She know it really wasn't the little one's fault, it was just curiosity but she hated it so much.
Soon she found herself at the Warriors den, she sighed and lay down in front of it. Looking up at the darkening sky she listened to the conversations of her clanmates which eventually became a droning lullaby for her. She drifted off.
Something work her up. It was the sound of something dying, that something was a clanmate. ZombieMoan jumped up and looked around in confusion.
"W-what's going on!?", someone shrieked. Large shadows moved though the camp. ZombieMoan noticed just how dark it was. A cat slid beside her, in the state of confusion she wasn't sure who it was.
"Twolegs have invaded." The cat stated in a low, shaking voice. ZombieMoan let out a mew of surprise. "What? Why would they invade us?"

[Horrible Sample, but I really had no muse. I failed at making it a suspense ending.]

Other: I know this is kind of a fuzzy character, but I'm going to try to make it better.

[Neruka.]

I. Love. That. Name. *highfives*

Don't worry the more you RP with her, the more she'll build.

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