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[mothfrost]

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MOTHFROST
mothkit / mothpaw / mothfrost / mothstar
"Scarred, long-furred calico she-cat with green eyes."



NAME EXPLANATION:
moth - her fur resembles the yellowish and black-marked color of a common moth; she was also named after her grandmother, mothflight
frost - symbolizing her cold demeanor, and the way the tips of the fur framing her face stand up, as if fringed with ice

AGE:

27 moons (about 2 years)

RANK:

warrior

EXTENDED APPEARANCE:

fur - - Mothfrost's fur is long, sleek, and fluffy - not to mention soft, like the down of a baby duckling. The fur lining her face stands pointed and straight, like icicles; and her body is constantly surrounded by long, alluring tendrils of fur. It provides insulation during the cold seasons, and makes Mothfrost look sleek and beautiful. But like anything else, it has its cons as well; it is a pain to groom, it retains water easily, and collects dirt.
Her orange-and-black calico markings border her eyes, and trail down her back all the way to the tip of her tail. She also has calico patches stretching from her back down to each leg, but ends right at the paw, leaving her with white gloves.

eyes & markings - - This she-cat has piercing emerald eyes, with shards of lighter green within them. Her eyes, though they often glitter with contempt and bloodlust, are very beautiful - even seductive, when they need to be.
One drawback of Mothfrost's beauty are the scars that flaw her physique. Being a veteran of many skirmishes with rogues, traitors, and even kittypets, she has several blemishes on her body. One long, jagged scar rests on her belly, and another large one on her left flank - luckily, her fur covers up that one. Her right ear has a nick in it. Along with that, she has a small cut above her nose, as well as a prominent scar on her right eye - but fortune has favored her, for that eye still functions normally.

build - - Mothfrost is easy to distinguish from a crowd - not because of the scars marring her face and body, nor even her beauty, but because she is a rather large cat. She has to be, to win all the battles she fought in.
Many would agree that for a she-cat to be pretty, she has to be petite, nimble, and skinny - but Mothfrost is the opposite of that, and she still has her charms (appearance-wise). She is broad-shouldered, with large paws and a huge body. Under her thick coat, powerful muscles run over her body. In battle, she appears to be a nightmare that any cat would dread - long claws flexing, teeth bared, eyes menacing, and with her long fur fluffed up, she seems to be almost the size of a badger.
One of the standard downsides of being such a big cat is Mothfrost's lack of speed - if she pushes herself, she can be pretty fast. But on a normal basis, she isn't the quickest of cats, especially with her large paws that always seem to get in her way.

PROS ,
- warm fur
- good eyesight
- powerful
- long claws
- skilled fighter

CONS ,
- bad sense of smell
- bad hearing
- slow
- fur is high-maintenance
- clumsy due to large paws

PERSONALITY:

FIERCE Mothfrost is a very intense cat - and pretty terrifying, too. When she's angry (which she seems to be all the time), every cat knows not to get in her way. She may not be the best in the battle of wits, but she excels at battling in general. She is a fiery cat, and loves to take out her anger on others.

BLOOD-THIRSTY If there's some sort of battle going on, or some dirty deed that needs to be done, the Clan will generally point toward this she-cat. Mothfrost doesn't mind getting blood on her claws, and scarily enough, she kind of likes it. In battle, she wouldn't hesitate to go straight for the kill. In her eyes, she's not committing a crime - just proving her power. And so what if StarClan, or whatever vindictive deities exist, disapproves of her sins? They turned their back on her a long time ago - and so Mothfrost figures she may as well embrace the Dark Forest.

LOYAL One positive thing about Mothfrost is her dedication. Sure, she may be putting her beliefs in the wrong place, but at least she sticks to them. While she doesn't really have a sense of right or wrong (rather, in her eyes, wrong is right) - she does stand up for those who she respects. Therefore, she is a strong believer in WildClan's system, and Badgerstar himself - which is actually ironic, considering the suffering they caused her in the past. But what's past is past, she figures. This is the present. And the present does reward me oh-so-much.

ISOLATED Being the savage, intimidating cat that she is, Mothfrost doesn't make friends very easily. Sure, she has allies, and lots of enemies - but no one would ever dare approach her personal life. Besides, a cat who can kill so easily obviously doesn't feel - what kind of emotions could a cold-blooded murderer hold? Mothfrost doesn't deserve sympathy, and she knows it. But on occasion, she wishes someone could tell her that she'll be okay - that someone could simply reassure her that she's not in the wrong. She knows that's not true, but for once... she wished she could stop hiding inside herself.

HARD-WORKING Mothfrost's active involvement in the Clan's activities have earned her approving nods from the higher ups on more than one occasion. Besides the fact that she wouldn't dare betray WildClan and would kill to support the Clan leaders and their ideas, Mothfrost will spend all day working. She can often be spotted hunting, patrolling the borders, and fighting off intruders. And if you're not working, she'll be sure to find something for you to do.

FAMILY:

BRINDLEFUR - mother; deceased.
PEBBLEFOOT - father; deceased.
LILYKIT - sister; deceased, was stillborn.

HISTORY:

Warmth. Joy. Love.

This was what Mothkit felt at the beginning of her life. She was surrounded by these three things, was constantly cherished and idolized by her kind parents, Brindlefur and Pebbletooth. Brindlefur was quiet and reserved, but passionate in her beliefs; Pebbletooth was fierce and loyal, protective of the things he loved. Naturally, the two fell in love - though with each other, or their ability to cooperate, it was unsure.

“You make your parents proud,” was a constant compliment Mothkit would hear. Mothkit, who was the largest kit in the Clan at the time, was also the strongest. “You’ll do great things in your life,” they would say.

Mothkit, though she seemed to be the only thing her parents saw, was not their only child. Her sister, Lilykit, had died before she lived - stillborn. But after burying their unfortunate child, Brindlefur and Pebbletooth chose not to talk about it - and after Mothkit felt the discomfort her questions about her sister brought, she avoided the topic as well.

If only the sign had been clearer; that Mothkit used death to gain strength. Perhaps if her parents had been a little more superstitious, they would have seen the omen themselves. It seemed as if Mothkit herself had sucked the life out of her stillborn sister for her own benefit. For a reward.

It was a known fact that Mothkit’s parents were very adamant about their beliefs; therefore, it was to be expected that they held some very... disagreeable ones, at least in the eyes of the Clan’s authorities.

“We have to get this plan in action, and soon.” Mothkit’s ears perked at the sound of her mother’s voice, straining with desperation. They probably thought she was sleeping - but that coincidental night, she seemed to be suffering from insomnia.
“I know, Brindlefur,” her father responded, equally anxious, “but we haven’t been able to find the right time to get him. He always seems to be protected by something or another. And the others are losing their nerve - they’re starting to think this is a bad idea.”
“It’s not!” Brindlefur hissed. Realizing she was on the verge of shouting, she cleared her throat lightly, and lowered her voice. “That’s why it’s important we kill Badgerstar now. I say within the next few days.”
Pebblefoot sighed. “If we’re lucky.”

After overhearing that conversation, Mothkit figured it was best not to speak about it - and shoved it in with the other unmentionable subjects between her and her parents, as with her sister. But it just happened that the next day, suspicions rose. Perhaps Mothkit wasn’t the only one eavesdropping.

A strange looking cat had approached her that day. It was obvious he was trying his best to look gentle and kind - but it was hard with all the scars he carried and the formidable gleam that seemed to be permanently locked in his gaze. “Hello, kit,” he said tersely. “I’ve heard some things about your parents - I was wondering if you could help me.”

A natural curiosity pulled at Mothkit that day. It was a kit’s duty to do so, and so she listened more intently than she should have.
“Your parents... are, erm, well... they have some very disagreeable opinions,” he continued, “Some of these opinions have to do with opposing WildClan, and its leader, Badgerstar. Have you heard anything at all about these opinions?”
Mothkit didn’t like the way this tom spoke. She was about to turn away, but then the dreadful words escaped his lips:
“If you help, you’ll be rewarded for your honesty.”

Honesty? It was a trait that both her parents valued. “Honesty is the best policy,” they told her often. “It is best to uphold it, as you do the warrior code.”

Mothkit was too tempted now to back out. She looked around, feeling strangely nervous as she spoke. “Well... I heard them, last night. They were talking about plans... and killing someone. I-I dunno... maybe I heard them wrong.” As she continued talking, a heavy feeling of guilt pulled her down. Why? She looked at the tom anxiously, suddenly regretting that she had said anything at all. “You’re not going to hurt them, right?”

The tom smiled, and a wicked gleam entered his eyes. “No, we won’t,” he responded, quickly trotting away. If only Mothkit had the ears to hear him mutter, “At least, we won’t make their deaths too painful.”

The untimely deaths of Mothkit’s parents were inevitable - well, maybe not untimely, but rather punctual. Both Pebblefoot and Brindlefur were slaughtered in front of the Clan, as proof that betraying WildClan would not go unpunished. Mothkit had first row seats to the show. As she looked in her parents desperate eyes, their words rang in her ears. “You make your parents proud.”

And it seemed that, ever since that day, the blood of her parents was on her claws. She slugged through her apprenticeship, making contact with no one unless she needed to. She lost motivation, but when she became Mothfrost, her drive returned, as well as a strong desire to fight and kill. Who cared if her parents wanted her to be a good cat they could take pride in raising? If her parents ever forgave her, they never let her know; but why would they? She told on them - and she didn’t even get her reward.

The only rewards she received were constant reminders of her horrible deed. The nightmares she got every night for moons after, that still haunt her today. The dark cloud of ice slowly settling in her heart, melting into a terrible, fiery bloodlust. Constant anger and rage, confusion and loneliness. I’ve already sinned. I’m so far gone, I might as well sin some more.

If sins and bad karma were rewards, maybe Mothfrost would have been satisfied. But the only thing they’ve caused her are more pain.

Coldness. Sorrow. Hate. Those just very well may be the things Mothfrost will feel at the end of her life.
too bad nothing is set in stone.

CBOX NAME:

sonidy

HOW YOU FOUND US:

i was just browsing through proboards sites and stumbled upon this lovely one. (:

OTHER CHARACTERS:

antfoot and mapleheart

RP SAMPLE:

(an old warriors role play sample from who knows when xD i can supply another if need be)


The sunlight of the early prime trickled down onto the bluish-green
waters of the Midnight Ocean, casting a pale blue shadow across the
sand. The waves rocked gently upon the shores, lapping at the sand. The
sun peeked out from the distance, spreading its smiling image upon the
aqua. It was truly a magnificent sight.

A lone figure sat on the sands, gazing silently into the bloom of a new
day. At first glance one would think that it was a statue because it was
so still. But if you looked close enough, you would see the occasional
flicker of its tail and ears and the twitch of its whiskers. The she-cat
complexion had beautiful snow-white fur, shaded with patches of autumn
leaf gold and night sky black. Her penetrating eyes were a striking
sea-green color, ringed in the middle by a sky blue circle.

 There was not often prey here, unless one called sea-gulls and sea fish
prey, but Fawnstar often came here anyways to think. She thought of many
things; the past, the present, and what she believed was going to
happen. Usually the AuraClan leader came here when frustrated, but other
times her paws would just lead her here while hunting. An early
new-leaf breeze caused her to tremble, and she abruptly got up, shaking
the moist sand out of her fur.

Fawnstar turned around, her long legs taking fairly vast strides as she
headed toward the Aura Forest. It was too early to hunt now – the prey
would still be asleep – and her Clan might be wondering where she had
disappeared to. She walked gracefully and with a purpose, as if she were
more important than the ground she walked upon. Although she could be a
bit indignant at times, none would consider her arrogant; the Clan was
first, and she knew that well and wouldn't forget it.

Tail streaming behind her, Fawnstar trotted through the forest, not
taking any time to gaze at the serene beauty about her. The trees swayed
silently in some unknown breeze, the scarce foliage that was now
growing back swirling. Overhead birds let out their morning calls,
fluttering to and fro to look for food or return to their nests. She
leapt agilely across the Faith River; it was a narrow stream, the ice
layer upon it melting in the sunlight.

By the time she arrived in camp, her home, it was already early morning
and the sun shone bright and clear in the blue sky overhead. Fawnstar
halted in the center of the camp, assuring herself that all was well
before she headed back to her own den to take a nap. The leader's den
was a large hole in the ground, probably the old den of a large badger,
covered with overhanging plants. She squeezed through the narrow
entrance; although it looked like it'd be small from the exterior, it
was actually very spacious within. In the back was a round nest of moss,
aligned neatly with birds' feathers. She lay down on this nest, curling
into a ball and putting her soft tail around her nose, closing her eyes
gently. Soon she, like the trees, swayed into a dreamless sleep.

[admin tetris]

Oh my >.> I have a feeling Mothfrost will be an interesting cat to plot with xD

And I think her history is fine. I mean, I highly doubt they would make such a big spectacle of her parent's deaths... but they were trying to kill the clan leader <.<

Anyway, accepted! xD Glad to have you <3