Post by Silverstar on Aug 2, 2006 6:02:37 GMT -5
Name:Mosspelt
Age:Twenty-one moons
Gender:She-cat
Rank:Queen
Clan:Riverclan
Picture(Optional):
Description:Mosspelt is a beautiful tortoiseshell she cat with golden almost golden eyes. Her pelt is short, and feels like moss when you touch it. She has a diamond shaped black mark right on top of her head, and the tip of her long tail is black. She has a long claws, and a super loud purr.
Personality:Mosspelt is sweet, but rather shy. She spends most of her time sitting alone in the camp, muling over the names of coming kits. She loves her mate, Nightclaw, and though not the most outgoing cat, will willingly help the other queens with their kits.
History:Mosspelt was born in Riverclan, and her mom died when she was five moons old. She was raised by another queen for her last moon in the nursery, and then became an apprentice. She was given a strict mentor, and he was always in a bad mood. He constantly put her down in front of the other apprentices, and was always saying how terrible she did things. It did not help her personality at all, only increased her shyness. When she finally became a warrior, she often went out on her own, and slept in the back of the den. When she grew to be Friends with Nightclaw, she found that he understood her, and their friendship grew into a strong love for one another.
IC:Mosspelt stalked through the woods. She heard a bird somewhere in the trees, and a rabbit dashing around in the nearby bushes. Suddenly she stopped. In front of her. not a fox-length away, sat a mouse. It held a seed in it's paws and was nibbling absentmindedly. He did not notice the she-cat till it was too late. The mouse tried to dart away, but Mosspelt was faster. She scooped the mouse up it the air, hooking it with her claws as it fell back toward earth. With one quick bite she finished it off, and then carried toward the camp to add to the fresh kill pile.
Other:Mosspelt is due soon.
Pass:Terra
Age:Twenty-one moons
Gender:She-cat
Rank:Queen
Clan:Riverclan
Picture(Optional):
Description:Mosspelt is a beautiful tortoiseshell she cat with golden almost golden eyes. Her pelt is short, and feels like moss when you touch it. She has a diamond shaped black mark right on top of her head, and the tip of her long tail is black. She has a long claws, and a super loud purr.
Personality:Mosspelt is sweet, but rather shy. She spends most of her time sitting alone in the camp, muling over the names of coming kits. She loves her mate, Nightclaw, and though not the most outgoing cat, will willingly help the other queens with their kits.
History:Mosspelt was born in Riverclan, and her mom died when she was five moons old. She was raised by another queen for her last moon in the nursery, and then became an apprentice. She was given a strict mentor, and he was always in a bad mood. He constantly put her down in front of the other apprentices, and was always saying how terrible she did things. It did not help her personality at all, only increased her shyness. When she finally became a warrior, she often went out on her own, and slept in the back of the den. When she grew to be Friends with Nightclaw, she found that he understood her, and their friendship grew into a strong love for one another.
IC:Mosspelt stalked through the woods. She heard a bird somewhere in the trees, and a rabbit dashing around in the nearby bushes. Suddenly she stopped. In front of her. not a fox-length away, sat a mouse. It held a seed in it's paws and was nibbling absentmindedly. He did not notice the she-cat till it was too late. The mouse tried to dart away, but Mosspelt was faster. She scooped the mouse up it the air, hooking it with her claws as it fell back toward earth. With one quick bite she finished it off, and then carried toward the camp to add to the fresh kill pile.
Other:Mosspelt is due soon.
Pass:Terra