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Description
I D E N T I T Y
Name: Mothpaw
Past Names: Mothkit
Nickname(s): N/A
Prefix: Moth
Suffix: Paw
Age: 8 Moons
Sex: Female
Clan: Duskclan
Rank: Apprentice (I would have done warrior but I could choose anmame
Apprentice: None
Mentor: Volestep
Scent: Fresh Moss and Rain
Voice: Sharp n Quiet
A P P E A R A N C E
Book Description: A slender she-cat with soft and short white fur and brown tabby forearms tail and pale yellow eyes. Always has a look of mischief.
Breed: American Shorthair
Fur Length: Short
Build: Slender
Pelt Texture: Soft
Pawpads and Nose: Sweetheart Rose Pink
Eyes: Banana Yellow
Weight: 9lbs
Height: 9 inches
Injuries | Disabilities | Scars: Two claw marks on her left cheek
Accent: N/A
S T A T I S T I C S
Senses
●●●●●●○○○○ - Sight
●●●●○○○○○○ - Hearing
●●●○○○○○○○ - Taste
●●●●●○○○○○ - Smell
●●●○○○○○○○ - Touch
Statistics
●●●○○○○○○○ - Strength
●●●●○○○○○○ - Intelligence
●●●●●○○○○○ - Endurance
●●●●●○○○○○ - Speed
●●●●○○○○○○ - Agility
●●●●○○○○○○ - Jumping
●●●○○○○○○○ - Climbing
●●●●●○○○○○ - Stealth
●●●●○○○○○○ - Crafting/artistic skills
○○○○○○○○○○ - Herbal Knowledge
○○○○○○○○○○ - Kitting Knowledge
Daily Life
●●●○○○○○○○ - Leadership
●●●●○○○○○○ - Loyalty
●●●●○○○○○○ - Memory
●●●●●○○○○○ - Ability to learn
●●○○○○○○○○ - Swimming
●●●●○○○○○○ - Tactician
Beliefs
●●●●●○○○○○ - Starclan
●●○○○○○○○○ - Dark Forest
●●●●●○○○○○ - Curses
P E R S O N A L I T Y.
(Positive) |
Forgiving
Self-Reliant
Dynamic
Sympathetic
Humorous
(Neutral) |
Risk-Taking
Defensive
Sensitive
Snarky
Sarcastic
Learns and changes her personality to act to be more liked
Does well by herself
(Negative) |
Dishonest
Snarky
Indecisive
Arrogant
Has a hard time accepting other’s opinions on things she’s sure of
Little Self-Confidence
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Mother/Adoptive Mother: Hareheart
Father/Adoptive Father: Beechclaw
Grand Mothers/Adoptive Grand Mothers: Frogleap, Mossflower
Grand Fathers/Adoptive Grand Fathers: Thornwater, Rockthroat
Aunts/Adoptive Aunts: Rosetuft, Flowerfeather
Uncles/Adoptive Uncles: Toadfang
Cousins/Adoptive Cousins: Crowkit, Ashkit
Littermates: Batpaw
Other siblings/Adoptive siblings: N/A
Mate: N/A
Kits/Adoptive Kits: N/A
Grand-Kits/Adoptive Grand-kits: N/A
H I S T O R Y
Kit: She was particularly cheerful and much more friendly and kind than she is now, due to the fact that she was influenced near the end to be more arrogant and sarcastic. She had a very happy kithood, and was a pretty active kit when it came to socializing with other kits and playing games.
Apprentice: She kept her sociable nature and began to have a sense of humor that would grow and become more likeable. Often she would take short walks when her mentor wasn’t taking her out to help her clear her mind, due to her constant thinking. She had extremely religious parents when it came to starclan and has since developed a strong connection to starclan like they have and despite her personality seeming like she’d be a troublemaker, such a belief has kept her from deviating like that. When she was 7 moons, she had a run-in with a trespassing loner with her mentor, and gained a scar on her cheek and a nick in her ear when they attacked her, but her mentor drove them away before they could do any worse.
Warrior: N/A
Deputy: N/A
Medicine cat: N/A
Leader: N/A
T R I V I A
Favourites: Being accepted by others, moss beds, short walks alone, and being right
Likes: Being around others, talking with others,
Dislikes: The rain, cold weather, thorns, getting hurt
Hates: feeling abandoned or disliked, not being informed of something, getting ill, bees and wasps
Goals: to be liked by everyone, not have to feel like she has to adjust her personality, become a warrior
R O L E P L A Y
Timezone: Pacific Standard Time (PST)
RP Method:
✔ ||Notes
✔ ||Comments
✘||Skype
✘ ||Chatrooms/Chatzy (Discord or hangouts however are fine!!)
RP Form:
✔ ||Paragraph
✔ ||Text (1-2 sentences)
✘ ||First Person
✔/✘ ||Third Person
RP Rating:
✔ ||G/PG
✔ ||PG + 13
✘ ||M
Sample:
Old and musky leaves crunched beneath her steps, her calm stride through the marshy forest coming to a steady end. Mothpaw was careful to be sure she was alone, as it was how she preferred to be at times like this, when she was stressing out this badly. Nothing stressed her out more than having to worry about patrols, especially since she was to be on the Dawn patrol for the first time tomorrow. She could feel her heart rate rising and began to take in deep breaths, closing her eyes so that her strongest sense was hearing as she took in her surroundings. The birds crying in the trees as the wind guided the leaves in a chorus. Nothing calmed her more than this. This serenity was something she could find alone; it was a nice change of scenery from the camp.
Credits go to: Jerry-Berry