Mothpaw | Auroraclan Apprentice

Name: Mothpaw
Gender: She-cat
Age: 10 moons, late newleaf
Loyalty: Auroraclan
Rank: Apprentice


seems so long ago since we were carefree

Mousepaw is a lithe, cream-colored young she-cat with medium-length, thick fur. She has soft, muted brown stripes on her legs and face, and brown fur on the back of her pointed ears and fluffy tail. Like many Auroraclan cats, she is broad in the shoulders for a she-cat of her age. Unlike your typical Auroraclan member, her legs are long, and she usually finds herself towering over her clanmates. Her thick pads aid in her tolerance of the rough, rocky, cavernous terrain of the Aruroaclan camp and fox caves, while her slender physique allows her to maneuver the thick underbrush. She moves with a dance-like grace, a phantom with silent pawsteps which keep her quick on her feet and skilled in hunting any sort of prey. She watches the world out of two silvery-blue eyes, the two orbs brighter in the sunlight when the stormy blue dissolves into liquid silver. She is a rather pretty she-cat, her whiskers short but silky, her nose and pads a rosy pink, yet the constant unamused look in her eyes may suggest she cares not for flattery or even idle conversation. This almost dead look is easily turned to a death glare or an eye roll but rare is the moment that one could find a glimmer of happiness. Mischief, perhaps, but never happiness.



photographs lost in time are all i see

Intelligent | Sarcastic | Bored | Unamused | Mischievous | Trouble-maker | Courageous | Protective | Loyal

In simple terms, Mothpaw is not easily amused. Oh, sure, she has a sense of humor, but it is the type of humor that is laced in sarcastic remarks than one that is silly or crude. This sarcasm touches on almost everything she says, unless her words decide to drop from her mouth with emotionless logic, in which case her seriousness is almost offensive at times. She pads from place to place bored, distanced from her clanmates, and often brooding away inside, secretly planning her next move. Yes, there is a secret side to Mothpaw, a side that is mischevious and playful, a side that likes getting into trouble and likes causing it, uncaring of the results so long as nobody truly gets hurt in the long run. No, when it comes to cats getting hurt, she is as protective as a queen to her kits, ready to lay her life on the line to protect her clan, courageous with loyalty that knows no bounds. While she is intelligent, easily remembering names and faces, battle moves and even herbs if necessary, it is also her intelligence which is her greatest fault, strapping her with the intolerance of the stupid and silly.



a pointless nostalgic - that's me - that's me

Mother:Robinflight
Father:Beetlenose
Sibling(s):Mousepaw
Mentor:Wolfstep
Mate:None
Kits:None


thoughts running 'round my head today
birth

The red dust of warm, dry clay churned underpaw as a tom paced back and fourth, his paws beating down upon the hard earth with anticipation as to what was to come. Inside his one true love, the beautiful pale-furred tabby that called him 'mate' was to give birth to his kits today, and while the prospect of being a father still made his stomach churn, it was with the greatest of excited expectations that Beetlenose paced, wanting to see her, wanting to see their kits. When the Auroraclan medicine cat emerged that late newleaf morning and allowed Beetlenose in, the tom could barely contain himself. Inside, nuzzled against Robinflight's pale tabby fur were two of the most beautiful little she-kits he had ever seen. Together they named them Mothkit and Mousekit, one for her soft, moth-feather fur, the other for her short brown pelt and long whiskers. He loved them, they both did, and together they would live a long life, or so he believed, unaware of the horrible winter that was yet to come.

kithood

From the beginning it was apparent that Mousekit and Mothkit had their vast differences. In Mothkit's case, typical days of pondering away in silence contrasted Mousekit's relentless cheer and energy which kept her on her toes. Make no mistake, the two were inseparable, in spite of or perhaps because of the way they foiled each other since birth. When Mothkit was up to no good, carrying out a carefully plotted scheme to break into the medicine cat's den or steal food from the fresh-kill pile, Mousekit always went with her despite her heavy conscious. They played together, got into trouble together, and were punished together, and it was Mousekit's positive energy that dragged Mothkit through it all, and it was Mothkit's intelligence and protective nature that kept Mousekit from harm, especially from the other kits who would often take advantage of Mousekit's trust.

apprenticeship

"From this moment until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Mothpaw!"
It was the proudest moment of her whole life, the moment Wolfstep was named her mentor and she was to begin to learn how to be a true part of the clan, not just some weak kit getting into trouble with her sister and brooding away in the nursery, but a real apprentice, on her way to becoming a full-grown warrior. Now, she could use smarts and protective nature and channel it into her training, learning how to protect her clan, tooth and claw. Sure, patrols bored her, and eventually hunting became tedious, her mentor incapable of keeping her interest for long, but she always had a way to keep herself interested, pulling pranks on the other apprentices and sneaking out at night, always dragging her sister along with her, of course.

current

Nobody had prepared her for leafbare. Starclan had been silent as... well, stars and the apprentices lost parents, mentors, friends. Mothpaw put on a brave face, because she knew Mousepaw needed her to. Beetlenose had gone first, dying of exhaustion and starvation. Then, perhaps from the cold or the greencough, Robinflight followed, although in the eyes of her kits she died of heartbreak as even Wolfstep fell victim to the constant cold and disease, and the two sisters relied on each other to get through. Now, with the emerging of newleaf, Mothpaw finds herself in the same old position: hungry, bored, and up to no good.




reminiscing my cares away

Roleplayer: Jimmy




i'm the pointless nostalgic - that's me - that's me