Post by Phoenix on Nov 24, 2019 1:46:22 GMT -5
Basics
NAME: mothkit, mothpaw, mothlight
AGE: twenty nine moons
GENDER: female
CLAN: nightclan
RANK: warrior
AGE: twenty nine moons
GENDER: female
CLAN: nightclan
RANK: warrior
Identification
PICTURE: album
BRIEF: a small, pretty pale orange she-cat with yellow eyes
DETAILED:
BRIEF: a small, pretty pale orange she-cat with yellow eyes
DETAILED:
While she thinks little of it, Mothlight is a classically pretty she-cat, though perhaps not enough to attract more than a second glance once her back is turned. With short fur that is a unique blend of a few different shades of light orange, she looks nothing like her two dark-furred brothers, and her lithe frame and long legs give her a rather elegant appearance. Her yellow eyes have an alertness to them that reveals a certain level of intelligence. Practical to the very end, the warrior does not put much stock in her appearance, and her general lack of interest in its maintenance is evident in her somewhat lazy grooming habits (whenever her fur became unkempt to the point of no longer being socially acceptable) and willingness to get her paws dirty. An unspoken confidence and air of calm exudes from the average sized she-cat. Though she does little to attract extra attention, she nevertheless carries herself with the self-assured poise of one who is perfectly comfortable with exactly who she is and where she stands in the world.
Behavior
SONG: tba
LIKES: spending time with loved ones, good conversations, the feeling of accomplishment
DISLIKES: idiocy
DETAILED:
LIKES: spending time with loved ones, good conversations, the feeling of accomplishment
DISLIKES: idiocy
DETAILED:
An old soul in a young cat’s body, Mothlight has gained a reputation of seeming wise beyond her years in the small social circle she frequents. Rational and level-headed, she approaches life and its challenges from a practical angle, often waiting until she has gathered as much information as possible before making a decision – though she does recognize her tendency to overthink. For this she-cat, compartmentalization is key. Logic rules supreme; when it comes to solving problems, she would much rather work to find a solution than stop to offer emotional support. She likes to take a step back and consider the bigger picture, to strip away the ubiquitous drama and nonsense – particularly of the unnecessary and overblown variety – and instead try to keep everything in perspective. In the end, her family and friends will always be the most important parts of her life. They are, after all, those few whom she trusts unconditionally.
To that end, she remains fairly aloof and reserved on a day-to-day basis. A talented warrior, she works hard and performs her duties competently. Friendly enough if approached but slow to trust, she tends to treat the majority of her clan mates and strangers with a distant cordiality, willing to help with business but not necessarily interested in sharing personal stories. She will not burn any bridges but neither will she work particularly hard to build them. The she-cat is selective when it comes to choosing the individuals whose company she actually appreciates. Mothlight knows who she likes (kindness, intelligence, honesty, and the ability to hold a stimulating conversation are among the qualities she deems most important in a cat) and who she doesn’t (fakers, bullies, idiots), and she has no qualms about refusing to entertain those who she decides are not worth her time. Cats who do not make the cut have called her intimidating. She doesn’t care what they think.
Loved ones, however, see the best of her. Her loyalty runs deep, and there is little she wouldn’t do for them. Advice is given freely to those who ask. A shoulder to cry on is always available. Simply say the word, and she will be ready to fight on anyone’s behalf – especially her brother’s – digging deep to find anger (like a glacier, always slow to rise but as unshakable and cold as ice when it arrived) and a core of steel to harden her words. Indeed, direct communication and the trust that comes with it is the foundation of her bonds with friends and family. Words are powerful; they can start a fight or they can end one before it even begins. Generally, she is careful with what she says, but should the situation call for it, she is not afraid to be blunt to get her point across – especially if she is delivering or receiving a harsh truth from a loved one. Forgiveness easily follows understanding, and understanding is contingent upon explanation.
But forgiveness does not mean she will forget, especially if she believes the cat in question has wronged her or someone she cares about. Mothlight has a powerful memory – except when it comes to matching names and faces – and she knows how to hold a grudge.
To that end, she remains fairly aloof and reserved on a day-to-day basis. A talented warrior, she works hard and performs her duties competently. Friendly enough if approached but slow to trust, she tends to treat the majority of her clan mates and strangers with a distant cordiality, willing to help with business but not necessarily interested in sharing personal stories. She will not burn any bridges but neither will she work particularly hard to build them. The she-cat is selective when it comes to choosing the individuals whose company she actually appreciates. Mothlight knows who she likes (kindness, intelligence, honesty, and the ability to hold a stimulating conversation are among the qualities she deems most important in a cat) and who she doesn’t (fakers, bullies, idiots), and she has no qualms about refusing to entertain those who she decides are not worth her time. Cats who do not make the cut have called her intimidating. She doesn’t care what they think.
Loved ones, however, see the best of her. Her loyalty runs deep, and there is little she wouldn’t do for them. Advice is given freely to those who ask. A shoulder to cry on is always available. Simply say the word, and she will be ready to fight on anyone’s behalf – especially her brother’s – digging deep to find anger (like a glacier, always slow to rise but as unshakable and cold as ice when it arrived) and a core of steel to harden her words. Indeed, direct communication and the trust that comes with it is the foundation of her bonds with friends and family. Words are powerful; they can start a fight or they can end one before it even begins. Generally, she is careful with what she says, but should the situation call for it, she is not afraid to be blunt to get her point across – especially if she is delivering or receiving a harsh truth from a loved one. Forgiveness easily follows understanding, and understanding is contingent upon explanation.
But forgiveness does not mean she will forget, especially if she believes the cat in question has wronged her or someone she cares about. Mothlight has a powerful memory – except when it comes to matching names and faces – and she knows how to hold a grudge.
History
FAMILY
KIT:
APPRENTICE:
WARRIOR:
KIT:
Born to the respected warriors, Marshflower and Sablefoot, Mothkit was the younger sister to Spiderkit. For the first two moons, theirs was a happy enough family. Despite being first time parents, the two warriors took to parenthood like fish to water, suitably attentive and loving to ensure that their kits wanted for nothing. Then death struck in multiple waves, setting the entire clan on edge. Redcloud, their deputy, was killed by raccoons. Greencough struck in an epidemic that had no qualms about stealing life from young and old alike. Dimstar died, leaving the new deputy, Pinewhisker, with the mantle of leadership.
Though they were too young to understand the gravity of what they had survived, Mothkit and Spiderkit nevertheless experienced the repercussions of a clan that had been shaken to its core. It shaped their childhood. The young she-cat, in particular, learned to dread whispered words that traveled far over her head, especially those accompanied by empty promises to explain everything later. She internalized the concern for and fear of losing loved ones, especially when at 4 moons, her brother fell ill with a mild case of greencough – a remnant of the massacre that had thus far left them untouched. Highly alarmed, Marshflower and Sablefoot acted fast. Spiderkit was quarantined, and the separation ate at his sister, who had realized just how important he was to her. Whenever possible, she snuck in to see him and reassure herself that he would recover and was as relieved as the rest of them when he recovered. But she never forgot the fear she felt at the thought of him dying and leaving her alone.
Though they were too young to understand the gravity of what they had survived, Mothkit and Spiderkit nevertheless experienced the repercussions of a clan that had been shaken to its core. It shaped their childhood. The young she-cat, in particular, learned to dread whispered words that traveled far over her head, especially those accompanied by empty promises to explain everything later. She internalized the concern for and fear of losing loved ones, especially when at 4 moons, her brother fell ill with a mild case of greencough – a remnant of the massacre that had thus far left them untouched. Highly alarmed, Marshflower and Sablefoot acted fast. Spiderkit was quarantined, and the separation ate at his sister, who had realized just how important he was to her. Whenever possible, she snuck in to see him and reassure herself that he would recover and was as relieved as the rest of them when he recovered. But she never forgot the fear she felt at the thought of him dying and leaving her alone.
APPRENTICE:
Apprenticed at 6 moons to a rather effeminate young tom named Paleclaw, who though friendly and an excellent teacher, was quite the socialite; throughout her 6 moons under his tutelage; Mothpaw never missed out on the latest gossip, whether or not she wanted to hear it. Despite their different personalities, the two hit it off rather well, and it was ultimate through him that she was introduced so early on to one of the she-cats who would become her best friend. One of Paleclaw’s good friends was training an apprentice named Dapplepaw, who was a couple moons older than Mothpaw. More often than not, they patrolled together, and the two she-cats became fast friends. Through the friendly and more outgoing she-cat, the younger she-cat found another friend in Dapplepaw’s long-time friend, Cloudpaw. Though it was rare for all three to train together, they nevertheless formed a lasting friendship, the strength of which was invaluable to Mothpaw. She had Spiderpaw and her parents to support her – and now she had two more.
While she found her friends, Spiderpaw had been finding his. He fell under the charm of the charismatic Blackpaw, and his shadow, Buckpaw. Mothpaw had hoped that her brother would find his equivalent of a Dapplepaw and Cloudpaw, but instead he found a silver-tongued apprentice who she thought seemed nice enough until she saw the way he treated her brother. Blackpaw and his gang were not the type of cats that she wanted around her or anyone she cared about, and she urged Spiderpaw to reconsider his choice of company – frequently, until she realized that continuing would do more harm than good. Despite this difference in opinion, the two siblings remained close throughout their apprenticeship, which was especially important to Mothpaw toward the end of their training. Both Dapplepaw and Cloudpaw were a couple moons older than her, and they moved on to the warrior den together as Dappleheart and Cloudfur. Though they did not forget about her, she still missed their laughter in the apprentice’s den at night.
While she found her friends, Spiderpaw had been finding his. He fell under the charm of the charismatic Blackpaw, and his shadow, Buckpaw. Mothpaw had hoped that her brother would find his equivalent of a Dapplepaw and Cloudpaw, but instead he found a silver-tongued apprentice who she thought seemed nice enough until she saw the way he treated her brother. Blackpaw and his gang were not the type of cats that she wanted around her or anyone she cared about, and she urged Spiderpaw to reconsider his choice of company – frequently, until she realized that continuing would do more harm than good. Despite this difference in opinion, the two siblings remained close throughout their apprenticeship, which was especially important to Mothpaw toward the end of their training. Both Dapplepaw and Cloudpaw were a couple moons older than her, and they moved on to the warrior den together as Dappleheart and Cloudfur. Though they did not forget about her, she still missed their laughter in the apprentice’s den at night.
WARRIOR:
All in all, her training passed fairly uneventfully. Paleclaw’s enthusiastic teaching was met with an equally studious apprentice. Mothpaw learned fast and learned well, and soon enough, she and Spiderpaw were earning their warrior names: Mothlight and Spiderbite. Surprisingly little changed. Training, of course, had been replaced with warrior duties, but the excitement of earning her warrior name soon faded. With Dappleheart and Cloudfur by her side, she was happy. Seasons changed, and, inevitably, so did life: a band of foxes roamed the valley 5 moons after she and her brother had become warriors. Though she was lucky enough to avoid a direct interaction with any of the creatures, the signs of their presence nevertheless set her and the entire forest on edge. She saw what happened to those who found themselves on the pointy end of the canines’ merciless claws, and from deep within her, that old fear for the safety of her loved ones bubbled up.
Nowhere felt entirely safe. She had more to lose now, too – not just Spiderbite and their parents, but also Dappleheart and Cloudfur. Mothlight turned to all of them for reassurance, and in particular, became even closer with her brother. She hadn’t lost him to greencough. She absolutely refused to lose him to foxes.
Time passed and so did the danger. Soon enough, Marshflower informed them that she would be having a second litter, an announcement that left her daughter eagerly anticipating the arrival of younger siblings. She was 23 moons when Antkit and Roachkit were born, and she would never forget how little they were. But it was excitement followed by heartbreak; Antkit did not survive beyond the first moon. Their unspoken fear of losing a loved one was realized. Under the watchful eye of his parents and older siblings, Roachkit was on track to be a perfectly polite young tom.
Then something changed, and suddenly he was spitting fire – especially at Spiderbite. Mothlight did not understand the change at all; neither did any of the others, or if they did, no one bothered to explain it to her. Though utterly mystified, she encouraged her younger sibling to not be so harsh toward his older brother with minimal results.
Nowhere felt entirely safe. She had more to lose now, too – not just Spiderbite and their parents, but also Dappleheart and Cloudfur. Mothlight turned to all of them for reassurance, and in particular, became even closer with her brother. She hadn’t lost him to greencough. She absolutely refused to lose him to foxes.
Time passed and so did the danger. Soon enough, Marshflower informed them that she would be having a second litter, an announcement that left her daughter eagerly anticipating the arrival of younger siblings. She was 23 moons when Antkit and Roachkit were born, and she would never forget how little they were. But it was excitement followed by heartbreak; Antkit did not survive beyond the first moon. Their unspoken fear of losing a loved one was realized. Under the watchful eye of his parents and older siblings, Roachkit was on track to be a perfectly polite young tom.
Then something changed, and suddenly he was spitting fire – especially at Spiderbite. Mothlight did not understand the change at all; neither did any of the others, or if they did, no one bothered to explain it to her. Though utterly mystified, she encouraged her younger sibling to not be so harsh toward his older brother with minimal results.