Post by Prospitian Phoenix on Nov 25, 2014 1:37:33 GMT -5
Name: Mossstar
Age: 51 moons
Gender: Tom
Personality: Mossstar is a laid-back, personal leader. He his a friend to each and every one of his Clan members and tries his best to never be high and mighty. He learned from rejection as a kit that sometimes all you need in the world is a friend. He deeply cares for the weak, the kits, elders, queens, and sick cats. He is usually slow to anger and quick to forgive. He does have his flaws but most cats he meets like him.
Positive Traits: Friendly, Forgiving, Fair, Wise
Neutral Traits: Personal, Unconventional,
Negative Traits: Can be too trusting, Seemingly too friendly with outsiders, proud, Tries to avoid battle even when it is necessary.
Skills: When it comes to hunting and fighting, Mossstar is honestly pretty average. He prefers hunting and you could say he is better at that because in battle he goes at his enemies like a predator at prey.
Appearance:
www.freewebs.com/echostar33/red%20cat.jpg
Mossstar is a red tabby tom with glittering green-amber eyes. He has a prominent white patch on his chest and tufts on his ears, his most obvious distinguishers. He looks like a soft, fluffy, kittpet but he is really a strong cat. Underneath his thick fur is muscle, he is still fit for his age. He has a very long, whiplike red tail that is like a beacon in Leafbare. He can still be a formidable fighter if he has to be, and he isn't a fool, even if he seems like a weak old grandpa. Mossstar is tall, powerful and not light on his feet. However, he isn't so heavy a walker that he disturbs prey. He is just heavyset.
History: Mossstar was born Moss to two loners. He was unwanted, actually the runt of his litter, and was rejected in favor of his two brothers. Sycamore and Blaze both bullied him as he struggled to survive his kithood until he was finally accidentally shoved into the creek and left for dead. Luckily, a kind old rogue named Butterscotch found him and took care of him until he was 10 moons old, old enough to take care of himself. Bidding her farewell for the last time, Moss set out into the world.
From the beginning, he made it a goal to be a cat that no one would ever want to harm. He succeeded, becoming a quiet, knowledgeable, slightly elusive tom that every loner and rogue knew by name. When he was 37 moons old, the fights began a orey ran scarce. He was caught in the middle until he met Frost. When he was 42, they began their respective Clans as their first leaders and took on a new, exciting role.
How you found us: You aadvertised on WITF, a site I am very active on.
Other: Some stuff I didn't say: When he does battle, he goes at it as an assassin rather than a warrior. He prefers to train fast, light cats in his ways and let the strong cats go face on. He himself is a mixture of both but prefers fighting behind the scenes. He is kind of like River Ripple from DOTC. Also, his parents were Brook and Colby but they are both dead now. He doesn't know the fate of Sycamore and Blaze, his brothers. He was named Moss for the green his eyes glitter in the sun.
Age: 51 moons
Gender: Tom
Personality: Mossstar is a laid-back, personal leader. He his a friend to each and every one of his Clan members and tries his best to never be high and mighty. He learned from rejection as a kit that sometimes all you need in the world is a friend. He deeply cares for the weak, the kits, elders, queens, and sick cats. He is usually slow to anger and quick to forgive. He does have his flaws but most cats he meets like him.
Positive Traits: Friendly, Forgiving, Fair, Wise
Neutral Traits: Personal, Unconventional,
Negative Traits: Can be too trusting, Seemingly too friendly with outsiders, proud, Tries to avoid battle even when it is necessary.
Skills: When it comes to hunting and fighting, Mossstar is honestly pretty average. He prefers hunting and you could say he is better at that because in battle he goes at his enemies like a predator at prey.
Appearance:
www.freewebs.com/echostar33/red%20cat.jpg
Mossstar is a red tabby tom with glittering green-amber eyes. He has a prominent white patch on his chest and tufts on his ears, his most obvious distinguishers. He looks like a soft, fluffy, kittpet but he is really a strong cat. Underneath his thick fur is muscle, he is still fit for his age. He has a very long, whiplike red tail that is like a beacon in Leafbare. He can still be a formidable fighter if he has to be, and he isn't a fool, even if he seems like a weak old grandpa. Mossstar is tall, powerful and not light on his feet. However, he isn't so heavy a walker that he disturbs prey. He is just heavyset.
History: Mossstar was born Moss to two loners. He was unwanted, actually the runt of his litter, and was rejected in favor of his two brothers. Sycamore and Blaze both bullied him as he struggled to survive his kithood until he was finally accidentally shoved into the creek and left for dead. Luckily, a kind old rogue named Butterscotch found him and took care of him until he was 10 moons old, old enough to take care of himself. Bidding her farewell for the last time, Moss set out into the world.
From the beginning, he made it a goal to be a cat that no one would ever want to harm. He succeeded, becoming a quiet, knowledgeable, slightly elusive tom that every loner and rogue knew by name. When he was 37 moons old, the fights began a orey ran scarce. He was caught in the middle until he met Frost. When he was 42, they began their respective Clans as their first leaders and took on a new, exciting role.
How you found us: You aadvertised on WITF, a site I am very active on.
Other: Some stuff I didn't say: When he does battle, he goes at it as an assassin rather than a warrior. He prefers to train fast, light cats in his ways and let the strong cats go face on. He himself is a mixture of both but prefers fighting behind the scenes. He is kind of like River Ripple from DOTC. Also, his parents were Brook and Colby but they are both dead now. He doesn't know the fate of Sycamore and Blaze, his brothers. He was named Moss for the green his eyes glitter in the sun.