Post by Mossmask on Jun 13, 2008 8:28:59 GMT -5
See Who I Am
Name :Mosskit|Mosspaw| Mossmask
Gender : She-cat
Age : Forty-five moons
Clan : ArcticClan
Rank :Kit|Apprentice| Warrior
Description : A beautiful she-cat, Mossmask's long fur is glossy and shines as bright as her eyes. She is a maine coon-like cat and her long fur is mostly a light, chocolate-brown color. Mixed in are stripes of darker brown, almost black fur. Her paws, chest fur, and muzzle match the snow, while her underbelly fur is a creamy hue, blending the white and the chocolate brown together. Her large ears perk up to hear the sounds of the smallest insect to the song of her kins' voices. Eyes a soft and dancing jade-green color, she uses them to help express her emotions without her melodious voice. Her tail is plumy and thick, its main use being to wrap around those she loves in an affectionate embrace. Her body is slightly stocky with muscles, yet she is lean enough to chase down an elusive rabbit.
Personality : With the birth of her first litter, Mossmask has adopted the role of a loving mother and is not a stranger to be willing to help any cat that may need one. She thrived with this role, her energy and loving heart making her a natural. However, her heart had a hole ripped out of it when Copperpaw, one of her sons, passed onto StarClan much too early, along with her mate's brother and the clan's deputy. Yet, with the help of the rest of her kin and friends, Mossmask trudged on with life, living for her mate and other children. Although she may be a tad doting, Mossmask does her best to be a wonderful mother and friend for ArcticClan.
Despite the tragedy of losing those dear cats, she still has a bit of her kit-self inside her. Always curious and energetic, Mossmask loves to explore and just have fun. Very optimistic, she can come up with a bright side to almost any situation. She's friendly and has a nice word to say about almost everyone, and is always willing to lend an ear to those who need it. She seems to be able to play peacemaker quite well, as she usually can see both sides of a situation. However, even she though she is very gentle, she loves battles and proving herself in fights as well as the thrill of hunting. If something, or someone, threatens her clan, Mossmask will do her absolute best to be on the front lines, ready to give her life for her clan.
History : Mossmask was clan born. As a kit she was very curious, always getting into trouble by mistake. But as she grew, she proved to be a quick learner, listening to her mentor to the best of her ability until she became a warrior. She was the last of her mother's litters, her mother only having enough strength to have one healthy kit. Her father had been a loner, and Mossmask knew nothing of him. A few moons after Mossmask became an apprentice, her mother passed onto StarClan. The young she-cat mourned for her, but knew that her mother was watching over her now from Silverpelt high above.
In her early moons of warriorhood, Mossmask quickly fell into the routine of her duties, enjoying helping to hunt and fight for her clan. Unexpectedly, she found love with the clan's leader and she could not have been happier. Their first litter of kits consisted of two toms and two she-cats, a quartet of children Mossmask was immensely proud of. She even fostered another queen's solitary son, Sprintkit, whom she loves like her own. However, tragedy struck the young family, and Copperpaw passed on much too early. Mossmask made it through the grief only with her kin and the knowledge that Copperpaw was watching over his siblings.
However, Fate was not finished with her just yet. With the Great Move came even more losses, and ArcticClan's population almost halved due to the circumstances. Her older sister Feathersoft came out of retirement and took up the post of medicine cat once again to help the clan, while Mossmask, the other warriors, and even the apprentices took on more and more patrols to keep up with the winds of change. She even became the foster mother to a few more kits -- Cherubim and Pumpkinkit. Mossmask seemed to almost lose her sanity when her beloved Foreststar passed on, saying good-bye to his mate in a dream. Yet, in that dream, Foreststar also revealed that their son Bramblepaw was to become Bramblestar, the next leader. Mossmask passed along the message, and was one of the proudest ArcticClanners when her son returned from receiving his nine lives. Although it is noticeable that she does not have the spring in her paw steps that she used to have, she does seem to be doing better, hanging on to life for her family, friends, and the clan.
Relationships : Foreststar -- beloved mate, deceased
Bramblestar -- strong son
Cuckoowing -- bold daughter
Flowerdance -- kind daughter
Copperpaw -- thoughtful son, deceased
Flowerbloom -- proud mother, deceased
Sprintingmemory -- dear foster son
Cherubimpaw -- gentle foster son
Pumpkinpaw -- adorable foster son
Cardinalvoice -- precious friend, former apprentice
Role-Play : Keeping her body low to the ground, Mossmask crept silently up on the rabbit. Her paws the same color as the soft snow around her, the she-cat came closer and closer to her prey...
That is, until a few snowflakes started falling. The rabbit dashed back to its burrow as the crystal-like flakes came down a bit faster, but Mossmask didn't seem to notice. Letting out a purr of amusement, the young warrior started to chase and catch as many snowflakes as she could until she grew tired. When she finally realized that her prey had gotten away, she pouted slightly, then parted her mouth to drink the air to see if any other animals were around.
Downwind of her, a mouse was running around, trying to find a place out of the sudden snowfall. Mossmask took up her stalking position once more and prepared to spring.
...The mouse never saw her coming.
Motto/Themesong : "Even when it's hidden behind the clouds, the sun still shines."
Updated January 11, 2010[/size]