Mosstail

[Mosstail]

Name:Mosstail
Rank:Warrior
Clan:Loner, as of now.
Age:36 moons

Personality:Mosstail is a sweet, kind cat, with a motherly personality. She will help anybody who needs help, and will give any cat a second chance. She is also very compassionate. She has not had many chances to love, but she will not pass up on one. Her heart is, in general, great in capacity.
She is also a very brave cat, willing to fight to the death for what she knows is right. One doesn't usually see this when they first meet her, but it comes out in time. She is usually a little shy when she first meets somebody, but making friends is one of her strong points. She is quick-thinking in a fight, and good at hunting, as well. She is just a very sweet cat in general.
Appearance:She is a lovely tabby cat with thick, long fur. Her fur is tinted a golden-brown color, with swirls of black and cinnamon, and it is always immaculately clean. It is silky in texture and has a slight sheen in sunlight. Her eyes are gold, with a hint of green visible. She is a sleek, lightly built cat, and a fast runner.
Her paws and tail are tipped with black, and her tail is blotched with more brown than the rest of her body. She has shorter claws than some cats, but she's still a fierce fighter when necessary. Her left ear is all black, while her right ear is mostly shades of brown. There's a black patch around her right eye, and a rim of black around her nose, as well.
History:In her kithood, she lived a good life, although she was the only kit in her family. Her parents treated her as a blessing, for they had feared that she would die. She had been tiny as a kit, and if she had had any siblings, they would probably have treated her roughly and severely injured her. Her apprenticeship was different, after she learned to fight. Her father had taught her everything, until she had to leave her family. They had lived with many relatives in another area, far from where these clans are, and had just been too much. During a hard leaf-bare, her family and friends had driven her out, just after she was made a warrior. She did not blame them, however, and scraped food out of what she found or caught, and managed to live until now. She is currently looking for a home, although it may be unlikely for her to find one.
Role play Sample:The sleek tabby crept between towering trees, not making a sound. She scented a rabbit, and wasn't about to let it know she was there. Finally, she saw it, paused in a patch of grass, chewing a leaf. The tantalizing scent filled her mind, and she pounced, killing it in one blow. She stopped to enjoy her catch before she strolled off, still looking for civilization. She scented the air, but she did not smell any other cats, at least not there and then. Frustrated, she scraped a hole in the dirt, lined it with moss, and lay down, but she couldn't sleep. Her mind was filled with questions. She rose and stepped out of her makeshift den, wondering what to do. She decided to search for other cats some more. After exhaustively searching the stretch of land she was in, she gave up and simply wandered, exploring. Her paws passed over rocks and grass, shadow and light, before she stopped. Now, she was getting tired. Also, she was getting hungry again. The rabbit she had eaten earlier had not been quite enough, so she stopped to hunt. After successfully catching a couple of mice and a vole, she stopped, sated. Again, she scraped a hole in the ground and lined it with moss, hoping it did not rain in the night. She was not good with water, and would wake up angry if it drenched her. Finally, she sank into sweet dreams.
Other Characters:None