Post by iRavenpelt on Dec 14, 2008 13:34:45 GMT -8
Name: Mosspaw
Age: 9 moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: WindClan
Rank: Apprentice
Personality: Mosspaw’s personality can be explained in one word: naïve. He is enthusiastic, immature, childish, and doesn’t seem to quite understand that not all cats like him. He can’t lie at all, but he wouldn’t try to – all you have to do is look in to those eager, innocent blue eyes and you’ll understand. He’s a bit of a klutz – well, okay, he’s a lot of a klutz – but he always means well, and he’s friendly and honest. He isn’t the most diplomatic, though, and says whatever he thinks; if asked to solve an argument between two cats, he would probably say quite cheerfully, ‘Brackenfur’s definitely right. Nightcloud, you’re being stupid.’ But he doesn’t ever seem to realize it. He’s so innocent, so child-like, that everyone tries to protect him, but he’s as fast as a bullet.
Appearance: Mosspaw is a skinny ginger and white tabby tom, largish for his age, and with even larger paws. His paws, chest, belly, and muzzle are white, and he has darker red ears and tail. His eyes have only recently begun to turn from their sky blue to deep green, so it is currently a turquoise-like color. His ears are large and pointed, and his head is wedge-shaped. His fur is short but glossy, and he was long legs and a short tail. It is so short because, when he wandered over to RiverClan [see History], he encountered a fox on the way. He was lucky to escape with his life.
History: Mosspaw has had an uneventful life so far. His birth was an easy one, and even though he has no siblings, it is only because he was the only one in the litter. His one adventure was when, feeling brave, he wandered all the way from WindClan to RiverClan. On the way there, he encountered a hungry fox, half-starved and half-crazed. Mosskit (that was his name back than) had scampered onto the fox’s back and held on doggedly with his teeth. It is unknown how he managed it, but on the way back, the fox was found dead. When he arrived at RiverClan, he promptly fell in to the river surrounding it. He was fished out by the evening patrol, which exchanged a few unhappy words with the leader of his Clan, but nothing much. His mother, Sparkpelt, is very fond of him and visits him often. His father, Mottlestripe, died a moon or so after he was made an apprentice, when he slipped down a gorge. He was found on a ledge near the bottom, when the dawn patrol made its rounds. His skull was cracked open, one of his legs broken, and several of his ribs snapped from the force with which he hit the ground. He had been there, dead, the entire night.
RP example: See Ravenpelt's bio
