Post by Danielle on Aug 31, 2015 23:45:00 GMT
Name: Moth
Desired Name: Mothwhisker
Age: 12 moons
Rank: N/A
Allegiance: Rogue
Birth Moon: Harvest Moon 2015
Gender: Queen
Appearance: Moth’s short tabby coat is a muted grey-brown colour, allowing her to blend in with the dry grasses on the moor with ease. The majority of her chest is white, and little white socks cover her front paws. Her eyes are pale green-gold, and may appear to be more of one or the other depending on what's behind her. Her nose and hind paw pads are both a dusty rose, while the pads on her forepaws are light pink. Moth is on the small side, her frame light and built for speed.
Personality: Similar to her mother, Moth has something of a no-nonsense attitude. She doesn't like it when others fool around or waste time and tries to make absolutely sure she doesn't do it herself. If there is something to be done, she will get it done as soon and as properly as possible. In fact, if there isn't anything for her to do she tends to get restless and doesn't know how to deal with all of her extra energy. She likes being able to put her time and energy to good use.
Being raised by such a wary and reclusive mother, Moth has grown up to be a rather isolated cat herself. She has confidence that everything her mother taught her is true, so she knows that not all cats are as nice as they seem. In her eyes, it’s better to rely only on oneself. She’s very slow to trust any cat other than immediate family, which leads to some difficulty in forming bonds with other cats. If a cat does manage to gain her trust she will quietly watch out for them and make sure they’re doing alright. She tends not to say outright that she cares for another cat, instead using roundabout ways of showing it through her actions.
With her absolute faith in her mother’s lessons, Moth has a hard time believing other cats when they say she is wrong. If her views are challenged she’s quick to argue and won’t back down unless she is shown undeniable proof that the other cat is right. She’s not afraid to start a fight, but is also aware of her small stature and understands that running is sometimes better than picking battles she can’t win.
History: Moth was born with three other siblings in an old badger set on the moor, though one of her brothers died very young because he was very weak and their mother, Briar, refused to nurse him. They never knew their father, but from their mother’s description he was a rather flighty tom and it’s probably better he didn’t stay around long. Moth and her remaining siblings grew up to be healthy young cats under the care of their strict but loving mother. They were never to approach any twolegs, for fear that they would be stolen away like Briar’s first litter, and seeing other cats was a rarity. If it was a good day, sometimes the three siblings would be treated to stories of the old Clans that supposedly used to live on the very land they themselves called home. The kits played many a game of being fierce WindClan warriors, fuelled by their mother’s stories and their own imaginations.
After moving to the forest for leaf-bare, Briar taught them all to hunt and fend for themselves. One day when they were just 5 moons old they woke to find her gone, the first snow of the season piled around them. They stayed together, supporting each other as well as they could, but Moth grew restless staying in one place. Now that she was capable of caring for herself, her paws itched to explore the vast territory she knew surrounded her. So one day, she left her siblings to travel through the rest of the forest and hasn't seen them since. She left the forest soon after that and crossed a large, blackened strip on the ground that left a metallic taste on her tongue. Spending some time in the marshes, Moth quickly decided that life was not for her. She went back to the forest, passing through and seeing how things had changed in the time she had been gone, then managed to get over the river and into the territory there. Right now she's content just exploring this new place, but she thinks she'd like to return to the moor one day.
Relationships:
Mother:
Briar, tortoiseshell, 36 moons, loner, living.
Father:
Unnamed loner, gray and white tabby, unknown status.
Siblings:
Heather, pale ginger and white tabby, tom, 11 moons, living.
Robin, chocolate calico, queen, 11 moons, living.
Friends:
None
Acquaintances:
None
Desired Name: Mothwhisker
Age: 12 moons
Rank: N/A
Allegiance: Rogue
Birth Moon: Harvest Moon 2015
Gender: Queen
Appearance: Moth’s short tabby coat is a muted grey-brown colour, allowing her to blend in with the dry grasses on the moor with ease. The majority of her chest is white, and little white socks cover her front paws. Her eyes are pale green-gold, and may appear to be more of one or the other depending on what's behind her. Her nose and hind paw pads are both a dusty rose, while the pads on her forepaws are light pink. Moth is on the small side, her frame light and built for speed.
Personality: Similar to her mother, Moth has something of a no-nonsense attitude. She doesn't like it when others fool around or waste time and tries to make absolutely sure she doesn't do it herself. If there is something to be done, she will get it done as soon and as properly as possible. In fact, if there isn't anything for her to do she tends to get restless and doesn't know how to deal with all of her extra energy. She likes being able to put her time and energy to good use.
Being raised by such a wary and reclusive mother, Moth has grown up to be a rather isolated cat herself. She has confidence that everything her mother taught her is true, so she knows that not all cats are as nice as they seem. In her eyes, it’s better to rely only on oneself. She’s very slow to trust any cat other than immediate family, which leads to some difficulty in forming bonds with other cats. If a cat does manage to gain her trust she will quietly watch out for them and make sure they’re doing alright. She tends not to say outright that she cares for another cat, instead using roundabout ways of showing it through her actions.
With her absolute faith in her mother’s lessons, Moth has a hard time believing other cats when they say she is wrong. If her views are challenged she’s quick to argue and won’t back down unless she is shown undeniable proof that the other cat is right. She’s not afraid to start a fight, but is also aware of her small stature and understands that running is sometimes better than picking battles she can’t win.
History: Moth was born with three other siblings in an old badger set on the moor, though one of her brothers died very young because he was very weak and their mother, Briar, refused to nurse him. They never knew their father, but from their mother’s description he was a rather flighty tom and it’s probably better he didn’t stay around long. Moth and her remaining siblings grew up to be healthy young cats under the care of their strict but loving mother. They were never to approach any twolegs, for fear that they would be stolen away like Briar’s first litter, and seeing other cats was a rarity. If it was a good day, sometimes the three siblings would be treated to stories of the old Clans that supposedly used to live on the very land they themselves called home. The kits played many a game of being fierce WindClan warriors, fuelled by their mother’s stories and their own imaginations.
After moving to the forest for leaf-bare, Briar taught them all to hunt and fend for themselves. One day when they were just 5 moons old they woke to find her gone, the first snow of the season piled around them. They stayed together, supporting each other as well as they could, but Moth grew restless staying in one place. Now that she was capable of caring for herself, her paws itched to explore the vast territory she knew surrounded her. So one day, she left her siblings to travel through the rest of the forest and hasn't seen them since. She left the forest soon after that and crossed a large, blackened strip on the ground that left a metallic taste on her tongue. Spending some time in the marshes, Moth quickly decided that life was not for her. She went back to the forest, passing through and seeing how things had changed in the time she had been gone, then managed to get over the river and into the territory there. Right now she's content just exploring this new place, but she thinks she'd like to return to the moor one day.
Relationships:
Mother:
Briar, tortoiseshell, 36 moons, loner, living.
Father:
Unnamed loner, gray and white tabby, unknown status.
Siblings:
Heather, pale ginger and white tabby, tom, 11 moons, living.
Robin, chocolate calico, queen, 11 moons, living.
Friends:
None
Acquaintances:
None
I hope you the best of luck on that!
And sorry I took so long! I had some problems with a friend, and didn't really feel like getting on because of that, you know?