Moto Nafsi - please read note, not done yet

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If nobody minds, I'm asking permission to use a bio form that I prefer over this one, if I include all information necessary. I also don't see the necessity in a picture - if you are able to describe your lion well enough, a picture is not necessary. However, if I am going to be forced to get a picture, I'll probably re-color a lion-king pic. I'd draw it, but I hate coloring things. I'm sorry if this inconveniences anybody, but it is the way I prefer.

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MOTO NAFSI
Swahili for 'Soul Fire'
YOUR CHARACTER'S PICTURE

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name - ... Look up. (Is a smart-alec)

gender - Female, Lioness.

age - Ten Months

species - Definitely a lioness...

homeland - Vinelands, definitely

rank - Still a cub?

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quick description -

full description -
Moto is a small cub, with a dark spot above her nose and on her upper maw, along the teeth of her jaw. She has a fairly average fur-coloring, except for the darker spots already noted, and she also has darker fur on her front paws and on the tip of her tale. There is a pattern of slightly paler fur on her chin and bottom jaw, creating a band of lighter fur down to her chest and belly, ending under the base of her tail.

She has bright amber eyes and large ears, and slightly longer-than-average fur all over her body. This adds extra weight for her to carry, but has it's advantages as well. Being a very young cub, she is essentially a little ball of fur, but she still has some physical description. Her eyes a large and rounded, her large ears pointed almost like those of a bat-eared fox. Her nose is a black in color, the edges of her lips the same. She still has very sharp cub-teeth, but she's not prone to showing them off. She is, under her fur, a fairly well built lioness - for a cub. Her legs are only slightly longer than average, keeping the necessary build for a powerful hunting grab, but having the promise of a speedy run in the future, and her tail is long, but thick.

Her paws, too, have little pads of fur growing between the toes - sometimes and advantage, sometimes not. This can help her remain silent when stalking prey or other cubs, but it also more slippery to walk on, and can give her problems on occasion.

personality -
Coming Next.
history -

other - delete field if unnecessary

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who are you -

roleplay example -

I'm going to give you two. One I ACTUALLY used on a different site, and one I can use with this character, here. ok? Ok. Also - I find it AMAZINGLY difficult to post without being in an active rp, so this may not be the best representation of my skills.
From Other Site
Blackear watched as Shiverpath told him to, sitting at the edge of the gorge. They were watching Windclan cats? But... They were Riverclan. Why watch Windclan? Could she not teach him herself? He watched as the wind blew, revealing a black cat momentarily, stalking through the tall grass. He watched the rabbits in the shorter grass, their short fur ruffled in the wind. He noticed how the grass moved in the wind, flowing with the balance of nature. He perked his ears up, his own fur ruffled slightly in the morning breeze, and gazed onto the other side of the gorge with his Amber-green eyes. He smelled the scent of Windclan, the scent of prey... The roaring falls caught his hearing, no longer the gentle running of the river, but something much greater, much more dangerous.

He looked on as the black cat the wind had momentarily revealed, along with a larger white cat that he vaguely recognized came out of the taller grass, stalking different units of prey. The white one... Was that Windclan's deputy? Would Riverclan get in trouble for watching them? Blackear wasn't totally certain exactly how that worked, but he hoped not.

His thoughts re-focused as the black cat dashed forward after a rabbit, paws padding through the grass at an intense speed... The speed of Windclan. The white cat - yes, definitely the Deputy, he saw that clearly now - ran after a different rabbit, lying closer to the ground. Both cats watched their prey carefully, and he watched as the black one caught the rabbit's back leg just before it got too close to the gorge, and flipped it in the air, pouncing on it and killing his prey, while the Deputy had caught his as well.

He watched with admiring eyes at their technique, realizing just how differently the clans hunted, just how careful and fast they had to be at the same time, something that could only be gained with practice, as opposed to the timing and careful waiting that Riverclan used to stalk their prey. It seemed faster, a bit more efficient - at least, for the prey Windclan specialized in. He looked on, watching the two cats with wide eyes, and ears perked up, having unconsciously stood back up to silently cheer them on. He didn't notice when Shiverpath had looked at him, and only barely noticed when she spoke.

Ravenscar? A close friend? But how...? They were different clans... Unless they'd met at a gathering... Isn't that almost breaking the warrior code? And Ghostwalker... The deputy, like Blackear had guessed. He'd seen him once or twice before, but that was it. Ravenscar had moved over to the two-leg bridge, and for a split second Blackear wondered what he should do if the black cat tried to cross into their territory. But he sat at the edge of the bridge, and Blackear watched curiously, wondering what to do now.

Suddenly, Shiverpath flicked Blackear with her tail after mentioning that they had been admiring the Windclan hunting technique. Well... Yeah... He mewed in agreement, nodding in acknowledgment as well. Another new cat already... And one from another clan, at that. Without trying, his social network had increased in size that day.

"That was... Great." He got out. Two new cats, right here, right by him, and they expected him to talk. He wanted to turn tail and flee right there, but he dared not to. He hoped his fear scent wasn't too obvious - he was scared, but more of the new situation than of the cat from the other clan... He tried not to show it though, as he sat carefully, keeping his thoughts out of his pose, face blank, body held carefully.

Moto's Playtime
Moto stumbled on her young paws away from her mother, looking around at the dry foliage, seeing the drying plants. She'd heard others speaking about the abnormality of this dryness, but it seemed normal to her. Of course, the others were so much older than she. She padded toward a dried up fern of sorts, the tan-ish leaves leaving a strong contrast against the dark green of the healthier leaves along the stem. It was actually kind of pretty, though she didn't say anything about it.

She reached forward with her darker-shaded nose, tapping the plant slightly in curiosity. As the stem bobbed, leaves shaking, her ears perked up and her tail twitched. She proceeded to bat at the fern branch with her paws, watching as it bobbed up and down, the dead leaves twirling as they were knocked off of the fern. She bobbed, side to side, dodging the branch, playing a little game with it as it swerved through the dry air, up and down, left and right.

So intense was she in her game that she failed to notice another slightly older cub come sneaking up on her, and she was even more surprised when the cub squeaked - a failed attempt at a roar - and she lost her balance on a tree root, falling over on her back. The dry dirt clouded the air as she fell, blocking her view of the cub that had frightened her so.

As the dust settled, she found herself staring nose-to-nose at one of her friends - upside down. "Why would you do that? I was having FUN!" She hissed playfully, flipping herself over and pretending to bristle at the young male in front of her.

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