MOTHPELT, skyclan warrior

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n a m e : Mothpelt
a g e : 43 Moons
g e n d e r : Tom
c l a n : SkyClan
r a n k : Warrior
s t a t u s : Fighting Fit
a p p r e n t i c e :
l o v e . i n t e r e s t : Formerly Spottedsky

d e s c r i p t i o n .

Tall . Lithe . Light Brown Tabby . Short Fur . Green Eyes

Mothpelt is a tall, well-built cat, with long, powerful legs and a lithe frame. He has powerful haunches and shoulders, and strong, curved claws that make him lethal in combat. His tail is long and serpentine, and his ears are straight and well-proportioned. His face is well-defined, with slightly long features. He has slender, feathery whiskers and a strong jaw. His eyes are almond-shaped and intensely green, surrounded by a thin black ring and framed by sharp cheek bones. His fur is of ordinary length, but very soft and light. Mothpelt's coat is a light, caramel-brown colour that lightens to white under his muzzle and throat. Feathery white hair sprouts from his wedge-shaped ears, and the fur on his tail, back, and flanks is a slightly darker mousy brown. He has dark, near-black tabby stripes melting into his coat, yet despite their shade they seem to blend seamlessly with the lighter browns. The tabby markings stand out most on his head and tail, where they deepen to almost black, and they all but disappear on his belly.

p e r s o n a l i t y .

Distant . Composed . Calm . Mild . Dry . Proud . Inconsiderate . Stubborn . Loyal

There's not much that can upset Mothpelt. His entire demeanour is unshakably calm, to the point that he often seems utterly bored. He has a very dry sense of humour, and can often come across as mocking or sarcastic. He has his fair share of pride, and won't lie down for anyone, even the Clan leader. He respects authority, but he also respects himself. He doesn't much care what other cats think of him, which is a personal choice. He believes in the sentiment, "if you try to please everyone, you'll end up pleasing none." If a cat is going to like him, then they sure as starshine had better like him for himself. And if other cats don't like him the way he is, then that's really their problem. Mothpelt is sort of a mild cat, despite his stubborn pride. He doesn't tend to show his emotions, so he could be really upset or amused and still wear the same cool, sarcastic expression. All that being said, he isn't a spiteful or cold cat. Mothpelt is a loyal cat, and would rather not fight if there isn't a need for it. But if need be, he won't hesitate to protect what's his with fang and claw.

h i s t o r y .

It was in the middle of one of the biggest snowstorms known to Clan memory that Grassfeather gave birth to four little kits. Two of them looked exactly alike, down to their brown tabby pelts and the white boots on their little paws. These she named Oak-kit and Stonekit, for they were both big, healthy toms, and she was sure that they would both grow into powerful warriors. The next kit to be born was a dark brown tabby, delicate as she was beautiful. She was called Falconkit, and her mother knew that she would be as graceful and deadly as her namesake. The last to be born was a light-brown tabby with soft fur and subtle brown stripes. For his delicate features and soft fur, he was named Mothkit; Grassfeather knew without a doubt that he would be a greater warrior than any of his siblings, though she couldn't say how or why.

When leaf-bare released its grip on the gorge, four young kits emerged from their den to play in the warming rays of the newleaf sun. Mothkit and his siblings grew fast, and soon it was time for them to be apprenticed. And throughout their apprenticeships, they stayed true to their mother's predictions. Oakpaw and Stonepaw, the elder twins, were both strong and ambitious, and together they could not be defeated. Falconpaw was cunning and quick, and her brothers learned always to respect her despite her small size. And Mothpaw, the youngest, the quietest, somehow managed to go through his whole apprenticeship without ever failing at anything. It wasn't that he couldn't be beaten in battle, or was smarter than all his siblings; he did lose battles, races, contests. But each time he did he took something away from it, and somehow still had the light of victory in his eyes.

When the apprentices were eleven moons old, greencough struck the Clan with devastating force. Cats that had managed to survive the bone-chilling snowstorm of the previous year were felled by a subtler enemy, and Grassfeather was among them. All four of her children visited her in the medicine cat's den as she lay in her nest and coughed. The queen gasped, "Follow your hearts, and you shall prosper. Together you four will be greater than the sum of you. I know you'll do well." Without another word, the queen drew a shuddering breath and died. Her kits - her legacy - sat vigil beside her body that night, and resumed their duties the next day. They were made into warriors a moon later. Moons passed after that, and, through destiny or chance, all four siblings became respected members of the Clan. To this day Mothpelt isn't certain whether his mother received guidance from the mythical StarClan or was simply insane - and extremely lucky in her predictions.

About a year after becoming a warrior, Mothpelt started courting a queen named Spottedsky. He admired her independence and practical nature, and in fact thought her quite lovely, though hers wasn't the traditional standard of beauty. For a few moons they greatly enjoyed each other's company, and ended up having a son called Smudgekit. But shortly after the birth of their son, Spottedsky's brother was killed on the Thunderpath. Spottedsky and Mothpelt had a heated fight soon after, and ended up splitting up. (Largely due to Mothpelt's failure to take into account that grief had slightly altered his mate's thinking. Tut-tut, man. You don't fight with a heartbroken she-cat! You know you'll only regret it later.) Mothpelt still kept in touch with his son, but rarely speaks to his former mate except when necessary.

m o t h e r : Grassfeather
s i s t e r : Falconsong
b r o t h e r s : Oakthorn . Stoneclaw
s o n : Smudgeclaw

o t h e r .

Figured You Out by Nickelback

And now I know who you are.
It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out.
Now I did, you wonder why.