Post by birdcat on Apr 30, 2011 12:56:30 GMT -5
Name: Mossfur
Age: 36 moons (3 years)
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Nightclan
Personality: Mossfur is a strange sort of cat, sure she is a good warrior following the warrior code. Though, she lacks a strong belief in Starclan. Being raised originally as a loner, she had no teaching of the clans' ancestors. But after being brought into the clan, she was taught about them. Yes she has some belief in them, but as stated, its not very strong. She is also rather smart and brings strange methods into the equation of hunting. She has to think through all the possible outcomes before proceeding. This may be one reason why she had such a vast range of successful and unsuccessful hunts.
Besides being a thinker during the day, she is also one at night, which greatly irritates her den mates. Yes, Mossfur talks in her sleep, often about hunting outcomes and different strategies. And she is a deep sleeper too, so even if you yell, prod, poke, or shove she will not wake up. A monster could be crashing through the camp and she would still be asleep. There is one thing that will wake her up though, and that is the smell of freshkill. Wave a mouse in front of her nose and she'll awake instantly.
She is mostly an easy going feline and nothing really gets her mad, except if someone starts teasing her or another about their looks. This will get her mad real quick and her big paws aren't just for show, they can deliver quite a whack. But if you don't tease anyone, she will speak to you with a calm and collected voice. Her favorite past time is to think of new hunting equations.
Physical Description: [x]
Strange, odd, unusual; these are just a few words used to describe Mossfur, for she is very different looking. Her fur is soft as moss, which gave her her name, and is short and slightly wired. The base coat of her fur is a light brown-gray color that resembles dirt and her fur is topped with light and dark brown spots. Though, dark brown stripes go down her forelegs on both the outside and inside of them. Her neck, chest, and inside of her legs are a cream-tan color. Her body frame is of medium to small build with long legs and paws that are large for a cat of her size. But all of this is normal, right? Well now comes the unusual traits. Her tail is slightly crooked and is only three inches long; this she was born with. Mossfur's ears are small for her head size and curl back in the most graceful manner. She had many pure white whiskers stretching out from her muzzle in various sizes the longest being two inches. And her eyes are rather dull and blend in with the rest of her fur colors, but in the right light, they can glitter beautifully. Her eyes are a light golden-brown.
History: Mossfur was born as a half loner and half kittypet; her father, Lynx, was a kittypet while her mother, Robin, was a loner. Her father was a purebreed while her mother was just a feral cat. Her two brothers took after their mother, while Mossfur took after her father in almost every way except for a crooked tail. Her brothers teased her for looking so odd and thought she was just some strange kit that their mother pitied and decided to raise. They would of understood if they new their father, but of course they did not. After her mother gave birth, her father's twolegs moved, taking him with them.
Having to raise three kits on her own, Robin often lost track of her kits, especially Mossfur. At a young age she was an adventurous little thing and often wandered off. One day, she had wandered too far, taking herself out of her mother's territory. But not knowing anything about boundaries, she crossed into Nightclan without a second thought. Prancing around without a care in the world, she ended up running into a patrol. Not knowing what else to do, she just stood and stared at the warriors. After awhile they spoke, asking what a young kittypet was doing outside of her fence. "I'm not a kittypet!" she hissed, not even knowing what a kittypet was.
The patrol chuckled at that and inquired what she was then. Not knowing what she was, she just said that she was one of them, but got lost. This perplexed the warriors, for they had not seen Mossfur before, but neither of them had gone into the nursery, so they couldn't be sure. So with a shrug, they brought her back to camp. Now at this time a young queen, Spottednose had just given birth to a stillborn kit outside of camp. She had buried the dead kit and had returned to camp just as the patrol entered with Mossfur. As Spottednose looked to the kit, her aching heart went out to her and she quickly went over to the patrol.
"I see you found my naughty kit," she said, pushing the warriors away to get to Mossfur. "Mosskit, what were you doing?" she scolded. Thinking this was a game, Mossfur played along. The warriors looked between Spottednose and Mossfur, and just shrugged and left the two alone. With the patrol gone, Mossfur asked the queen if she could help her get home. Knowing that she couldn't keep the kit, she agreed to help her. It took a good hour to find Robin's territory and another thirty minutes to find Robin. As Spottednose and Robin talked, Mossfur told her brothers all about her adventure.
The two adults talked for awhile and as Spottednose spoke about losing her kit, Robin felt sorry for her. After some discussion, the two females went to the Mossfur. Her mother asked if Mossfur wanted to go with Spottednose and after some thought, the kit said yes, but only if every moon she could visit her family. Spottednose agreed to that and the young kit and the queen returned to Nightclan's camp.
Upon returning to the camp, Mossfur began her life as a clan cat. At first it was strange to her and she missed her family, but after a few moons, she grew to love the clan and its ways. She even began to call Spottednose "Mother". It was like she had two moms. As Mossfur grew, she began to favor the clan to her own family for at the clan, she was not teased because of how she looked.
After a few more moons, Mossfur was made a warrior, much to the pride of her second mother. But when she went to tell her family the next moon, she found that her mother had left with one of her brothers. Her other brother had taken over the territory. Saddened by this news, Mossfur returned to the camp to be comforted by Spottednose.
Other notes: This took waaaaay to long *dies*
Age: 36 moons (3 years)
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Nightclan
Personality: Mossfur is a strange sort of cat, sure she is a good warrior following the warrior code. Though, she lacks a strong belief in Starclan. Being raised originally as a loner, she had no teaching of the clans' ancestors. But after being brought into the clan, she was taught about them. Yes she has some belief in them, but as stated, its not very strong. She is also rather smart and brings strange methods into the equation of hunting. She has to think through all the possible outcomes before proceeding. This may be one reason why she had such a vast range of successful and unsuccessful hunts.
Besides being a thinker during the day, she is also one at night, which greatly irritates her den mates. Yes, Mossfur talks in her sleep, often about hunting outcomes and different strategies. And she is a deep sleeper too, so even if you yell, prod, poke, or shove she will not wake up. A monster could be crashing through the camp and she would still be asleep. There is one thing that will wake her up though, and that is the smell of freshkill. Wave a mouse in front of her nose and she'll awake instantly.
She is mostly an easy going feline and nothing really gets her mad, except if someone starts teasing her or another about their looks. This will get her mad real quick and her big paws aren't just for show, they can deliver quite a whack. But if you don't tease anyone, she will speak to you with a calm and collected voice. Her favorite past time is to think of new hunting equations.
Physical Description: [x]
Strange, odd, unusual; these are just a few words used to describe Mossfur, for she is very different looking. Her fur is soft as moss, which gave her her name, and is short and slightly wired. The base coat of her fur is a light brown-gray color that resembles dirt and her fur is topped with light and dark brown spots. Though, dark brown stripes go down her forelegs on both the outside and inside of them. Her neck, chest, and inside of her legs are a cream-tan color. Her body frame is of medium to small build with long legs and paws that are large for a cat of her size. But all of this is normal, right? Well now comes the unusual traits. Her tail is slightly crooked and is only three inches long; this she was born with. Mossfur's ears are small for her head size and curl back in the most graceful manner. She had many pure white whiskers stretching out from her muzzle in various sizes the longest being two inches. And her eyes are rather dull and blend in with the rest of her fur colors, but in the right light, they can glitter beautifully. Her eyes are a light golden-brown.
History: Mossfur was born as a half loner and half kittypet; her father, Lynx, was a kittypet while her mother, Robin, was a loner. Her father was a purebreed while her mother was just a feral cat. Her two brothers took after their mother, while Mossfur took after her father in almost every way except for a crooked tail. Her brothers teased her for looking so odd and thought she was just some strange kit that their mother pitied and decided to raise. They would of understood if they new their father, but of course they did not. After her mother gave birth, her father's twolegs moved, taking him with them.
Having to raise three kits on her own, Robin often lost track of her kits, especially Mossfur. At a young age she was an adventurous little thing and often wandered off. One day, she had wandered too far, taking herself out of her mother's territory. But not knowing anything about boundaries, she crossed into Nightclan without a second thought. Prancing around without a care in the world, she ended up running into a patrol. Not knowing what else to do, she just stood and stared at the warriors. After awhile they spoke, asking what a young kittypet was doing outside of her fence. "I'm not a kittypet!" she hissed, not even knowing what a kittypet was.
The patrol chuckled at that and inquired what she was then. Not knowing what she was, she just said that she was one of them, but got lost. This perplexed the warriors, for they had not seen Mossfur before, but neither of them had gone into the nursery, so they couldn't be sure. So with a shrug, they brought her back to camp. Now at this time a young queen, Spottednose had just given birth to a stillborn kit outside of camp. She had buried the dead kit and had returned to camp just as the patrol entered with Mossfur. As Spottednose looked to the kit, her aching heart went out to her and she quickly went over to the patrol.
"I see you found my naughty kit," she said, pushing the warriors away to get to Mossfur. "Mosskit, what were you doing?" she scolded. Thinking this was a game, Mossfur played along. The warriors looked between Spottednose and Mossfur, and just shrugged and left the two alone. With the patrol gone, Mossfur asked the queen if she could help her get home. Knowing that she couldn't keep the kit, she agreed to help her. It took a good hour to find Robin's territory and another thirty minutes to find Robin. As Spottednose and Robin talked, Mossfur told her brothers all about her adventure.
The two adults talked for awhile and as Spottednose spoke about losing her kit, Robin felt sorry for her. After some discussion, the two females went to the Mossfur. Her mother asked if Mossfur wanted to go with Spottednose and after some thought, the kit said yes, but only if every moon she could visit her family. Spottednose agreed to that and the young kit and the queen returned to Nightclan's camp.
Upon returning to the camp, Mossfur began her life as a clan cat. At first it was strange to her and she missed her family, but after a few moons, she grew to love the clan and its ways. She even began to call Spottednose "Mother". It was like she had two moms. As Mossfur grew, she began to favor the clan to her own family for at the clan, she was not teased because of how she looked.
After a few more moons, Mossfur was made a warrior, much to the pride of her second mother. But when she went to tell her family the next moon, she found that her mother had left with one of her brothers. Her other brother had taken over the territory. Saddened by this news, Mossfur returned to the camp to be comforted by Spottednose.
Other notes: This took waaaaay to long *dies*
