Post by hero on Dec 27, 2009 21:03:33 GMT -5
•name•
Mossflower
•age•
36 moons
•rank•
warrior, past queen
•gender•
Female
•clan•
Riverclan
•personality•
Sweet and warm. She is relatively quiet, and is pleasant to be around. She loves to tease when she is familiar with you, but she keeps to herself. When she is upset or mad she tends to clam up and not speak, but she is horrible a holding grudges, and can't stand being apart from her family. She is loyal, but prefers peace than stirring up unneeded trouble.
•description•
A sandy, dusty color, she would practically fade into the barren Windclan land. Her fur is the color of deep orange desert sand. Some of it even looks grainy. Her nose is a light yellowy-pink and around her face she had black markings and outlining. Her eyes are her stellar feature, they are a transfixing green that, if you look close enough, seem to have been mixed with blue to produce opal.
•history•
She was born into Riverclan. While she grew up the perfect purebred Riverclan, her parents passed on when she became a warrior. When she was about 26 moons she fell in love with one of warriors of Windclan. She was torn. She didn't want this for her kits, if she had some. Her best friend realized that the Windclan tom had a violent side and warned her away from him. At some point, Mossflower thought she was pregnant and resolved to tell the tom. When she told him he was mad, and attempted to hurt her, her friend hurled herself in the way in time, but was seriously injured. Then her friend's brother leapt forward and got Mossflower away safely, along with his dead sister. The tom had always loved Mossflower, and in her mourning she grew closer to him and found that she loved him in return. About three moons later the brother, Owlwing, was found dead and a trail of blood leading away, which, upon following, they found led to the Windclan tom. Only Mossflower knew why they had been fighting each other. She the found that she pregnant and ten moon later had Laurelkit. Now, she doesn't like to talk much about her mate, Owlwing, Laurel's father. Laurel is now a young warrior, and both are helplessly devoted to each other, much more like sisters than mother and daughter.
