Post by mareep on Jul 1, 2012 16:07:49 GMT -5
Name: Mossfur
Gender: She-cat
Age: 22 moons
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Warrior
Basic Appearance:
small grey and white she cat with light green eyes
Appearance:
Mossfur is a tiny scrap of a cat. She appears fragile and weak, but that is certainly not the case. Packed within the petite she-cat is a surprising amount of muscle, but endurance is not her specialty. Patches of thin white and grey fur cover her small frame. Her back, tail, and half of her face are covered in dark grey, while white fur covers her paws, underbelly, and the other half of her face. Her regular grooming keeps her fur looking presentable. Her whiskers are long and sensitive, her nose tiny and pink.Mossfur's thin, sleek fur gives her an edge in the water, like a true Riverclan cat. On land her stubby legs don't allow her to be quite as swift. Her ears have a bit of a point to them, and her hearing abilities are average. The vision in her light green eyes is sharp. Her usual expression can be described as a bit frightened looking, most likely because her eyes appear wide as saucers and she's constantly, frantically observing her surroundings. Her good eyesight makes her a skilled hunter, but a very agitating border patrol companion due to her constant danger alerts on absolutely everything she sees move, including leaves.
Personality:
Mossfur is a worry-wart. It doesn't take much to frazzle her. The anxious little cat can make a situation seem 10x worse than it actually is, and her near constant apprehensiveness can get really annoying after a while. She likes to think she's just a tad cautious. Danger and risks aren't really her thing, but Mossfur has enough common sense in her to know how necessary the ability to fight is, so she spends a decent amount of time honing her combat skills. If the safety of the cats she loves was ever to become threatened, she would want to able to fight for them. She prefers to train alone, fearing her fellow clanmates will think she's a bad fighter and judge her. She's just a smidge self conscious, and very sensitive. Sarcasm is something she has yet to understand, and her sense of humor overall is weak. She takes things very literally, causing her to get hurt easily.
When she's not fussing and worrying, Mossfur is a real sweet heart. She's the doting mother, the cats of Riverclan are her kits, and she will do anything to protect and care for them. She's not quite assertive enough to nag. She shows her doting nature in more subtle ways, like her close eye on the kits and her meticulous care of the dens. While not a loud mouth, she makes her worries known through repetition; after the fifteenth "Watch your step!" and "Careful!", it gets a bit old. It gets old and gets annoying, but its hard to overlook her dedication to her clan. Riverclan is her life, and she'd do absolutely anything for it. As much of a fun sucker she may appear to be, she is a selfless protector and valuable clan member, whether she recognizes it or not. She just needs to loosen up a bit.
More personality tidbits~
-Soft spoken, but enjoys conversation.
-She's no medicine cat, but she knows a thing or two about healing.
-Neat and tidy.
-Loves kits and good manners.
-Doesn't like to stray far from camp.
-Motto is "better safe than sorry".
History:
Mosskit was the first kit born to the young Riverclan she-cat Whiteflower. A bit too young, actually. At the time of Mosskit's birth, Whiteflower had just barely become a warrior. The last thing the beautiful young she-cat wanted was a kit to take of, so she was sure to avoid motherly duties whenever possible. Popular with the toms and not the worst fighter, Whiteflower chased romance and adventure rather than focusing on her responsibilities as a queen.
Growing up without her mother around was a challenge at first for Mosskit. She told herself that her mother still loved her, she just had a lot of important warrior stuff to do, she'd make time for her if she could. There were no other kits in the queens' den at the time, so the 4 moons old kit tried befriending the apprentices. She approached them eagerly, and introduced herself with a cheerful mew.
"Hi! I'm Mosskit, wanna play?"
The first apprentice, a big tabby tom, could only snicker loudly in reply. The silver tom beside him was a bit more clever.
"Hey Mosskit, I'm Rainpaw! Listen, I have a better idea. How would you like to get a head start on your warrior training? Find out what it's like to be an apprentice, like us?"
Mosskit's eyes grew wide as she nodded frantically.
"Yes yes yes! What are we gonna do?"
A short while later Mosskit found herself with a mouthful of moss, trotting over to the elder's den. When she arrived she quickly spit out the bland tasting bedding and began to lay it on top of the old moss. If this was what being an apprentice was, she would much rather stay a kit forever.
"Well well, what have we here? You're awful tiny for an apprentice, aren't you?"
Mosskit jumped at the old voice coming from the corner of the den. An elderly grey she-cat sat watching the kit with her thoughtful blue eyes. Mosskit didn't know what to say.
"You might want to take out the old moss before you put in the new, yes?"
"Y-yes ma'am!" Frantically, the kit began gathering old moss to get rid of. The elder just laughed.
"Those sneaky toms really got you, eh? Say, you like stories? Old Nettleheart's got some good one's she's been wanting to share."
And so Mosskit stayed and listened as Nettleheart told her the stories of the clans and of great battles and leaders of the past, of places far off and of cats who lived in the stars. And each day she came back to the elder's den for more, and Nettleheart quickly became her second mother. At her ceremony to become an apprentice, Mosskit looked out into the small crowd of cats for Whiteflower. She promised she'd be there, but there was no sign of the elegant white cat. But in the very front of the crowd sat Nettleheart, beaming with pride at the new apprentice.
As an apprentice, Mosspaw made friends fast with the other apprentices. She was popular, but every evening she returned to the elders' den to tell Nettleheart all about her day..
Halfway through her apprenticeship, Mosspaw learned her mother was expecting kits. The thought of it made her angry - no kit deserved such a negligent mother. She told herself she'd take care of her siblings the best she could. Whiteflower had 4 kits, 3 toms and one she-cat. Although she had gotten older, Whiteflower had not matured much. But Mosspaw saw she was atleast making an effort this time around, and decided to leave her be.
The day Mosspaw became a warrior marked the beginning of her decline.
"Mosspaw mosspaw!" A tiny white she-kit bounded up to the soon to be warrior, bursting with excitement. "Or should I say Mossfang? Or Mosswhisker? Or Moss-" The kit's words were interrupted by a sudden coughing fit.
"Whoa Lilykit, take it easy!" Mosspaw swiped her tongue over the fur on her little sister's head to calm her down a bit. Lilykit caught a bought of greencough when she was younger, but she was getting better. "Go back to the den with mother and the toms.
"No can do sis! Momma took 'em out! Said I can't go I'm too pretty to get my fur we-"
"She what?! Kits can't leave camp! Is she insane? We have to-"
"I hereby call a clan meeting!" The voice of Riverclan's leader rang throughout the camp.
"Oh no no no...Lilykit, go to Nettleheart and tell her what your mother's done, ok?" Mosspaw spoke quickly, panicking, and gave her sister a nudge with her paw towards the elders' den. "Go!"
"I, Briarstar, leader of Riverclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice..."
Mosspaw couldn't focus on her leader's words, not with the inner turmoil she was feeling. How could she be so dumb to trust Whiteflower to take care of those kits? She should have known...why would she take them out of camp though? Why?
Her worries were interrupted by Briarstar clearing his throat loudly. "Mosspaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?" he repeated.
"Oh! I-I do!" The small crowd of cats laughed. Mosspaw forced herself to pay attention for the rest of the ceremony. A few cries of "Mossfur!" were heard from the cats around her. She was hardly listening, and looked around the camp just in time to see Nettleheart limp determinedly out of the camp.
As night fell, the clan began to notice the absence of Whiteflower and 3 of her kits. Search patrols were quickly organized, but Mossfur could not go. She failed to sit her vigil in silence, unable to quiet her whimpers and sobs.
The next morning happened too fast, hitting Mossfur like a firebeast on the Thunderpath.
The search was successful. Whiteflower, Nettleheart, and her three younger brothers were all found. Dead.
The scene was described to Mossfur in detail. Halfway between the river and the camp Stormkit was found, as if he was trying to make his way back home. The other 2 toms were found dead on the riverbank. Both Whiteflower and Nettleheart were found in the river, claw marks and long gashes covering both of them. A struggle obviously occured, but the story of what happened on the river that night was never known.
But Mossfur could make an educated guess.
Whiteflower, that lunatic, she didn't want those kits, so what better way to solve that problem than drowning them, right? It would have worked, she could have made up a story about the kits escaping camp and by the time she found them they had drowned. But Nettleheart shows up and foils her plans. Whiteflower can't have a witness, she has to kill Nettleheart, but not before she can get the kits out of the water. But they're already half drowned, they won't make it. Whiteflower succeeds in killing Nettleheart, but this looks bad, really bad. The disturbed queen believes she has no other choice than ending her own life. And that leaves poor Lilykit-
"Lilykit!"
So caught up in mourning and blaming herself, Mossfur had forgotten all about the sickly little kit. The commotion surrounding what was found at the river made the rest of the clan forget too.
The greencough had worsened.
Lilykit died less than a moon later.
Mossfur holds herself responsible for everything that happened that night. Kits should always be watched. Elders should always be taken care of. No cat deserves to be forgotten or neglected, no cat can ignore what's going on around them. The once outgoing Mossfur withdrew, and swore to herself she'd keep her clan safe. Now she keeps a constant watch over everything, making sure to never miss a beat. She is determined not to let any harm come to any cat, regardless of whether she knows them or not. Because she knows what it's like to lose everything you hold dear, and has enough compassion to never wish that constant torment upon another.
