Post by Mossheart on Aug 14, 2010 22:59:53 GMT -5
General Character Information
[/b][/size]Name Mossheart
Age 39 moons
Gender Female
Character Type Cat
Alliance Wind Clan
Rank i'm shooting for deputy....
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Appearance Mossheart is the average size of a house cat, but in saying that, about the same size as other Warriors, if not a little smaller Her fur is a mix of grays, white tipping her paws and parts of her underbelly. Stern amber eyes don't often give away her emotion but can be her downfall should one look hard enough.
Personality Mossheart is a prideful and loyal creature and some would describe her as slightly stuck up to those she does not know. Intelligent and witty, Mossheart will not hesitate to come back with a smart remark to defend herself. She does not often deal with the mouse brained individuals well and will often subject them to her biting tongue. But since her outcast of her original home, Mossheart has done her best to correct her ways in an attempt to bring peace back to herself.
History Born into the Wind Clan and raised by it's members, Mossheart struck out on her own after 24 moons and finishing her apprenticeship. During her "outing" Mossheart was captured by the twolegs and has been attempting to find her way out. Recently escaping from the twolegs and coming to the Wind Clan's territory, drawn by the turmoil of her home, Mossheart hopes to make a difference for these cats, providing them with hope and loyalty....and hoping her past doesn't catch up too quickly.
Roleplay Example Silent paws carried the swift Mossheart through the dense grasses as she hunted to the prey her nose had picked up on so long ago. She had wandered far and recently came home to the Wind Clan and her frame was beginning to show it. Bones were beinging to show through her once flourishing coat. It was needless to say this Warrior had seen tough times. It was a rough decision to come to these lands but skirting the twolegs was serious business, one she was not up to undertaking in her current state.
Drawn from her thoughts, Mossheart focused in on her prey of a small rabbit, her muscles twitching beneath her pelt. Like a loaded spring, Mossheart sprung from her crouched position and sped after the smaller creature, razor sharp claws tearing into flesh. She paused a moment, silently thanking both the creature and the StarClan before sitting and eating her first meal in nearly a half moon. She just hoped it wouldn't get her killed.
Codeword Bluefire
