Mosspaw

[OTTIE]

The Cat's Meow!

Name ;; Mosspaw.
Gender ;; Tom.
Age ;; 6 Moons.
Clan ;; Windclan.
Rank ;; Apprentice.

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Appearance ;;
Most would consider Mosspaw to be a handsome tom. He has a sleek, but strong build and you can see his muscles when he runs. Some think that most of his features are a little bit too big for his frame, but most don't take notice. Mosspaw sure doesn't. His fur is short and always kept clean. Large, black patches cover his back. All of Mosspaw's long tail is black. His larger ears are all black and most of his head is also. The rest of his body is white, including his muzzle and the bridge of his nose. Talking about noses, his is little and black. Mosspaw has very long and white whiskers. The golden gaze from his eyes, which seem to be the only thing that fits his size, show much emotion. His paws are about evenly proportional to his body, maybe a little bit larger.

Personality ;;
Mosspaw wants to be the best. But what apprentice doesn't? This strong willed tom has a young heart, but seems to know what is best for his clanmates. He is a very curious, yet rarely gets himself into trouble. He often finds new ways to help his clan and is a very supportive cat. Mosspaw is quite popular with everyone, even if they aren't his closest friends. Many cats, even from other clans, trust him and respect him, even though he is just an apprentice. He puts his faith in Starclan and will uphold the warrior code at any cost. Whether it's his life, his heart, or even another's heart on the line. Sometimes he can be very stubborn, but tries not to disrespect anyone. He sticks up for the less fortunate and despises liars, cheaters, and bullies. If he knows you are one he will immediately put you on the spot in front of everyone until you confess. Any other time though, Mosspaw is a very friendly cat and wants to keep the peace and gain new friends.

History ;;
Mosspaw has had a pretty short past from what he, and a lot of other clan cats know. But in truth his history is not what he thinks at all. For most cats the story goes like this...

Thrushpelt, a brown tabby she-cat, fell in love with her close friend Stormtail, a white and gray tom. Both were very loyal Windclan cats and had been friends since they were apprentices. They mated and had two strong tom kits. The first born was a healthy black and white tom, Mosskit. The second kit was a tiny, almost all black tom with just a little bit of tabby, Stonekit. Now some of the clan members were weary of the coloring, because neither of the parents had any black fur. Most hid their concerns though and treated the kits as they would their own. Both of the kits grew up strong and loved their parents unconditionally, just as their parents loved them the same way. The brothers were always close, but felt something wrong. It was as if something was missing. A part of their lives empty. They never knew what the feeling was, but never really tried to seek out the answer.

Now for the true story and the real history you have to dig deeper. The cats who were concerned about the coloring of the kits had reason to be. Truth be told, Stormtail wasn't and still isn't the biological father. Redclaw, a black and ginger Riverclan tom, is. No cat except for Thrushpelt, Redclaw, Stormtail, and the queen that Redclaw gave his daughter to know. Thrushpelt and Redclaw first met at a gathering when they were young. Instantly they connected and knew that they wanted to be close friends. The difference in clans hindered them, until they decided their need for each other was stronger than the need of being accepted by their clans. They decided to stay in their original clans, but sneak out.

One night Thrushpelt rushed to meet with Redclaw and tell him some really big news. Stormtail followed her, worried about her always leaving camp. He wanted to see what she was up to. He hid in the bushes while Thrushpelt told Redclaw that she was carrying his kits. Utterly surprised and upset that his closest friend had hid everything from him and betrayed their clan, Stormtail burst out of the bushes. This scared Redclaw, which caused him to attack. The two toms wrestled with each other, until Thrushpelt could push her way between them. Redclaw immediately stopped at her touch, knowing that he could put the kits in harm. Stormtail sought answers from both of them and was deeply hurt by what they told him. His friendship with Thrushpelt meant more than anything to him and he promised he would never tell another living soul and agreed to raise the kits. Thrushpelt and Stormtail spent a lot of time together anyway, no one would question the pregnancy.

Everything was going well, until one night Thrushpelt and Stormtail were out on an evening walk by Riverclan's border. They would normally travel there and visit Redclaw. But on this clear night Thrushpelt went into labor early. She quickly gave birth to a female kit, just as Redclaw came into view. He rushed over, crossing the border without a second thought. Stormtail's fur bristled with agitation and frustration. He was quite jealous of Redclaw, but didn't want to hurt him for fear of hurting Thrushpelt, emotionally or physically. She told Redclaw to take the she-kit back to Riverclan's camp so that he could always have part of her with him. He tried to refuse, but he knew she was in a lot of pain. He offered to help Stormtail take her back to camp, but Stormtail just let out a hiss and Thrushpelt gently declined. Redclaw nodded and rushed back to Riverclan's camp with the newborn she-kit as Stormtail helped Thrushpelt back to Windclan's camp. They snuck back to the nursery undetected and that's why Stormtail rushed to get the Medicine Cat to help with the labor of the two remaining kits, Mosskit and Stonekit.

Relatives ;;
Thrushpelt - Mother - Alive
Redclaw - Biological Father - Alive
Stormtail - Adoptive Father - Alive
Stonepaw - Brother - Alive
Sandpaw - Sister - Alive

RP Sample ;;
From another site, but still written by me-

The dark marshy woods surrounded the area. Shadowclan stench covered the territory. His large, dark frame filtered in with the shadows thrown on the ground by the pines. Flickers of sunlight that were able to break through the darkness flickered on the damp ground, bouncing off of the black and gray pelt. His yellow eyes glowed with a hunger of destruction. After being stuck in the camp all day, Webfur decided it was time to get away. He needed his own time away from everyone else. All of their glares and stares, this tom hated every second of it.

His need to let some stress go would come in the form of hunting. At least then he would be able to kill something without being judged. Sure he killed his brother, but his father would have done it anyway. Webfur was only saving Clawpaw from the pain he would have suffered if Rippedsoul had committed the murder. He sighed as he stood silently in the forest with his eyes closed. He reminisced on his past, but soon heard a sound.

It was almost like a hummingbird's wings, very soft and barely audible. Webfur stiffened, listening, sniffing the air. It reeked of Shadowclan of course, but there was a hint of something else. Riverclan. Of course, he was by the Riverclan border. He hadn't even realized. He quickly went into a hunter's crouch, moving swiftly and silently forward. Webfur hid in a bush on the border of the two territories. The sound was slightly louder here. His yellow eyes searched the surrounding area for any sign of prey. The sound was to loud for it to be any small morsel.

Sweeping his gaze around the Riverclan territory that he could see, his eyes fell upon a blue-gray she-cat that was pacing. The black and gray tom watched her as she paced and then sat down, but quickly got back up again and started pacing along the border once more. He smiled to himself. It seemed as if the she-cat was all alone. She should know better than to be out here alone. He thought to himself as he continued to smile, watching her movements. Webfur watched for a few more moments and sniffed the air once more to make sure she was truly alone. He took note of how her pale fur would shine everytime she was in the sun.

After a while of watching and after he knew for sure she was alone, Webfur stretched and let out an audible yawn as he walked out of the bushes into the she-cat's view. The evil grin was placed upon his face and would most likely remain there. The black and gray tom wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do with the blue-gray cat, but he would decide eventually.



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Your Name ;; OTTIE.
RP Experience ;; Probably SEVEN+.
Other Cats ;; NONE.
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