[Starfall]

One for sorrow
Two for joy

Name: Magpiekit Magpiepaw Magpiesoul // Magpiefrost // Magpie[--]
-Magpie: For fur coloring.
Symbolism: 1 Magpie = Danger
-Soul: For his fascination with souls.
Frost: Cold, calculating, logical.

Gender: Male

Three for a girl
Four for a boy

Appearance: Magpie kit is a slim, very slim, angular tom who looks like he could cut you just by looking at him. He has his mothers and fathers short fur and has his mothers blue eyes. He, however, has the opposite of his mothers fur coloring. Instead, his base coat is a solid black, short, smooth. He has white shoulders down until his elbows on front legs, and also has a white tail tip. Everything else is pure black. He is incredibly slim and has no muscle, he's a walking twig. Yet at the same time, he is an incredibly beautiful and elegant looking tom, fur is always well kept and a neutral face on at all times.
-Black: Color for mourning

Five for silver
Six for gold

Personality: Magpiekit is completely detached from the rest of the world, he doesn't care about clanmates, family, any of it, no empathy, no sympathy. He even compares others to specks of dust from time to time. He cares little for major events such as wars and killings of leaders, he doesn't even care about who's in charge, as long as they leave him alone and do what their destiny tells them he could care less. He is absolutely fascinated by destiny and fate and believes that everything has a natural order, that every thing happens in life for a reason. He also works on things that interest him, when given a task he can stray from said task and instead work or do something else, it's very hard to get him to do what you want. When dealing with dark or difficult times, he take a more civil and calm manner, treating everyone involved with respect, and he expects nothing but the same in return. He would much rather talk than fight, but that doesn't mean he won't. When said person he's talking to is pushing him, Magpiekit, without batting an eye, will kill the feline on the spot, he is an incredibly skilled hunter and fighter. Of course to him it doesn't interest him and he quickly grows bored in a fight, would much rather tote himself around and observe things. Despite being callous at times, as stated above, Magpiekit has a deep respect for the natural order of things. Explaining to others that there are times when it is difficult, but in the end, breaking the order even in the smallest way possible, can cause untold chaos. He doesn't normally help others, though he can, and might make exceptions or even "an exception once, not twice." Though it sounds odd and may not look like it, he does have respect for felines, or, more specifically their souls. He does not believe in Starclan and believes that Souls are the single most pure, most powerful existing things, that nothing can surpass a souls power. He states that the soul is stronger than anyone knows, it can suffer much and can be broken, but can never be destroyed, not even by death itself.

Magpiekit also believes in one of the strictest rules of mother nature "What lives, dies" and that there's no second chances and that cat's don't just continue living outside their bodies, dancing in the stars. He believes it's hogwash. And though Magpiekit is known to help, rarely, he makes sure he only gives the smallest push the cat needs, saying "Don't thank me. Clean up your mess." whenever he pulls someone out of a bad situation. He is not so much uncaring as he is above the petty struggles of the world, disliking being called on to fix things that he thinks could have been taken care of without bothering him.

Seven for a secret never to be told

Other: Moondancer is ashamed.
Questions: Nope /v\

Eight's a wish
Nine's a kiss

RP Sample (Has to be from the main roleplays!): Taken from Rc Clearing

She had grown, she was practically a larger version of her kit self, it was a surreal thing to witness. When he left, she was small, but bigger than him, she was the big sister. Now, now he was 2x her size, he didn't have to strain his neck to look up at her, no, now he had to look down at her. He didn't like it. He let out a forced exhale as his sister landed on him, a sharp pain blossoming across his stomach as he somehow managed to get elbowed in the flurry of movement. His tail lashed and he let out an airy laugh, his eyes were wet, and tears fell, but not nearly as much as his sisters. He felt a tinge of guilt as he saw just how much he had hurt her, although they were happy tears, she shouldn't even be crying this much in the first place, happy or sad. If she was this happy to see him, that meant she was heart broken while he was gone. The buff warrior chuckled at his sisters outburst and rubbed his snowy cheeks against her ebony ones, a purr erupting from the depths of his being. She always made him feel safe, he could always rely on her, she would always protect him, and she was always the first feline he'd turn to whenever he needed help or when something went wrong. It was no different now, moons later. Marshfoot was still his hero. His biggest inspiration. He pulled his sister closer and buried his face in her neck, holding back sobs the best he could. "Marsh-Marshfoot I'm so sorry, I-I left you alone, all by yourself I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." he apologized over and over, he knew that it wasn't anything but a few words, nothing but putting a band aid on a broken window, but it was something. It was a start.

Starling continued to silently sob, but as she began to speak, he slowly brought his head to eye level, amber hues locking on to amber hues, both glossy with emotions. What she said next made his heart sink and the tears pour. The ebony tom shook his head and flashed her a shaky, toothy smile "Don't let me- let me leave ever...ever again." 'It hurts more leaving you behind than being alone.' he didn't finish his sentence, he was unable, the words created a lump in his throat. "Don't let me go." he stated, resting his forehead on his sisters head, it was crystal clear, that plea, the cry for help. He needed her to be his rock again, to keep him in line, in place, he couldn't do it himself anymore, he had done to much as a loner, he had scars to prove it.

Ten's for a bird you should never miss