Post by Mothkit on Jun 26, 2013 6:57:08 GMT
Behind the Name
Mothkit was named for her small size and the dark brown of her fur.
Personality
Mothkit acts more like a grumpy elder then a little kit. She's quick to use sarcasm against other cats, and even quicker to inform warriors many times her age that she's disappointed in them for being mouse-brains. She scolds others freely, and she doesn't really care if they're older then her. If they're being so dumb the blind kit can see it, someone has to point it out! She's gotten very good at the 'disdainful cat face.' She has a dry, snarky sense of humor and loves jokes at others expense, though she doesn't actually intend to hurt anyone. Mothkit also loves a joke at her own expense. She's just as likely to throw a barbed comment at herself as she is someone else. She doesn't like it when cats are being fussed over, and insists that fussing is bad for a cats personality. Naturally, this puts her at odds with her mother.
She's a pretty clever cat and a very innovative one. She loves coming up with new things, and when Mothkit isn't being sarcastic at someone she's probably fiddling with something new she found. She can't resist coming up with new schemes and she tends to make grandiose plans when the situation could be solved by something much simpler. Make up a pincer unit formation just to catch one mouse? Sure, she'll do it. She loves to organize things and has gotten in trouble more then once for scattering the freshkill pile and organizing it by what smells best to her. Mothkit loves to collect things, and once she can leave camp she will likely amass a huge collection of nice smelling things.
Despite all her cleverness, Mothkit can be a rash cat. She wants to prove herself to the clan in any way that she can and she hates being questioned. She risks dangerous situations just to prove to her clan that she's just as good as the seeing cats. In a fight she'll probably lose her head quickly, and she does best when she's being stealthy or working in the camp. Despite this, Mothkit isn't the type of cat to panic because other cats are. She can be surrounded by death and destruction, and she'll keep her cool and keep on working.
Mothkit wants to be useful to her clan, and she doesn't really care what position she's doing it in. She feels that she is doomed to the elder den and she hates it. She tries her hardest to prove herself to the clan, even if it means potential pain and humiliation. She doesn't resent her blindness, though. She even makes jokes about it. What she hates is the way other cats treat her. She's not the one with the problem here. It's them.
Mothkit is obviously a very arrogant cat. She's smarter then you and that means you need to shut up and let her take care of you. She's a bossy know-it-all and she'll happily admit it if it makes other cats shut up and do what she says. She doesn't like being disobeyed, but she won't throw temper tantrums or storm off. She'll just be extremely annoying and try to get them to listen. So she'll be even worse then tantruming and storming off!
The senses of smell and touch are very important to Mothkit. She tends to think of other cats not by their names, but by the way they smell. This can make talking to her confusing, since she often calls other cats either insulting nicknames or 'the quiet one that smells like rain'. The only cats she really calls by their names are those in high ranking positions and her family. To be called your name by Mothkit means you've done something to make her remember it... which might not be a good thing.
She's a pretty clever cat and a very innovative one. She loves coming up with new things, and when Mothkit isn't being sarcastic at someone she's probably fiddling with something new she found. She can't resist coming up with new schemes and she tends to make grandiose plans when the situation could be solved by something much simpler. Make up a pincer unit formation just to catch one mouse? Sure, she'll do it. She loves to organize things and has gotten in trouble more then once for scattering the freshkill pile and organizing it by what smells best to her. Mothkit loves to collect things, and once she can leave camp she will likely amass a huge collection of nice smelling things.
Despite all her cleverness, Mothkit can be a rash cat. She wants to prove herself to the clan in any way that she can and she hates being questioned. She risks dangerous situations just to prove to her clan that she's just as good as the seeing cats. In a fight she'll probably lose her head quickly, and she does best when she's being stealthy or working in the camp. Despite this, Mothkit isn't the type of cat to panic because other cats are. She can be surrounded by death and destruction, and she'll keep her cool and keep on working.
Mothkit wants to be useful to her clan, and she doesn't really care what position she's doing it in. She feels that she is doomed to the elder den and she hates it. She tries her hardest to prove herself to the clan, even if it means potential pain and humiliation. She doesn't resent her blindness, though. She even makes jokes about it. What she hates is the way other cats treat her. She's not the one with the problem here. It's them.
Mothkit is obviously a very arrogant cat. She's smarter then you and that means you need to shut up and let her take care of you. She's a bossy know-it-all and she'll happily admit it if it makes other cats shut up and do what she says. She doesn't like being disobeyed, but she won't throw temper tantrums or storm off. She'll just be extremely annoying and try to get them to listen. So she'll be even worse then tantruming and storming off!
The senses of smell and touch are very important to Mothkit. She tends to think of other cats not by their names, but by the way they smell. This can make talking to her confusing, since she often calls other cats either insulting nicknames or 'the quiet one that smells like rain'. The only cats she really calls by their names are those in high ranking positions and her family. To be called your name by Mothkit means you've done something to make her remember it... which might not be a good thing.
Appearance
Mothkit is a small, delicate cat born to two small, delicate cats. She looks more like one might expect out of a treasured kittypet then a feral cat, especially with her finicky grooming habits and fluffy fur. She's long-legged in comparison to her size, and while she's never going to be good in a fight, Mothkit looks like the kind of cat that could easily blend into the forest. When she walks, she holds herself close to the ground in a creeping posture. This is mostly so she can smell things better and feel her way around with her whiskers, but it also helps her go unnoticed.
History
Wrensong and Shrewleap were a wonderful couple. They had been best friends as kits, sweethearts as apprentices, and they declared that they were mates only moons after Shrewleap was declared a warrior. Shrewleap was a shy, sweet tom that was hopelessly in love with his mate, who was a confident she-cat that always seemed to have the words he couldn't find. When she discovered that she was pregnant with a litter of kits, the pair were overjoyed.
Life in the forest is harsh, however, and Wrensong did not take well to pregnancy. She was a small she-cat, and leafbare took a great deal out of her. When the litter came, two out of the four kits never left the nursery. Wrensong herself was weak and miserable, only barely pulling through with the help of the medicine cats and her own determination. Shrewleap sat vigil by the nursery day and night, much to the annoyance of the other queens.
When Wrensong and the kits were finally strong enough to set foot outside, the clan breathed a collective sigh of relief. Snakekit and Mothkit were small, but they were determined and as rambunctious as little kits could be. Little Mothkit was a bit clumsy, but really, what kit wasn't? Wrensong guarded her litter fiercely, answering those who questioned Mothkit's frequent accidents with a tongue lashing. Nothing was wrong with her kit. She was healthy. Perfectly healthy.
By the time Mothkit began to speak, it was obvious that something was wrong. She ran into things, misjudged jumps, and was easily startled. Wrensong reluctantly agreed to let the medicine cat check her over. The news wasn't good. Mothkit could only see shadows and vague shapes, and with each day her vision slipped away a bit more. By the time she was three moons old, her vision had faded completely.
Mothkit had never been able to see well and had learned from an early age to use her whiskers to feel her way around. Her ears and nose served her when her sense of touch didn't. She slowly began to become less clumsy, but she couldn't jump the way other cats could. She was still at a huge disadvantage in the forest, unable to see the skies or see dangers that might be obvious to other cats. She wasn't present when her mother was told that she was destined to never become a warrior, but she knew.
Wrensong drew closer to Mothkit, trying to protect her from the world. She ignored Snakekit, even as he became darker and more bitter. Mothkit resented the smothering way her mother treated her, trying to prove herself to the clan. Shrewleap's at a loss as what to do.
Life in the forest is harsh, however, and Wrensong did not take well to pregnancy. She was a small she-cat, and leafbare took a great deal out of her. When the litter came, two out of the four kits never left the nursery. Wrensong herself was weak and miserable, only barely pulling through with the help of the medicine cats and her own determination. Shrewleap sat vigil by the nursery day and night, much to the annoyance of the other queens.
When Wrensong and the kits were finally strong enough to set foot outside, the clan breathed a collective sigh of relief. Snakekit and Mothkit were small, but they were determined and as rambunctious as little kits could be. Little Mothkit was a bit clumsy, but really, what kit wasn't? Wrensong guarded her litter fiercely, answering those who questioned Mothkit's frequent accidents with a tongue lashing. Nothing was wrong with her kit. She was healthy. Perfectly healthy.
By the time Mothkit began to speak, it was obvious that something was wrong. She ran into things, misjudged jumps, and was easily startled. Wrensong reluctantly agreed to let the medicine cat check her over. The news wasn't good. Mothkit could only see shadows and vague shapes, and with each day her vision slipped away a bit more. By the time she was three moons old, her vision had faded completely.
Mothkit had never been able to see well and had learned from an early age to use her whiskers to feel her way around. Her ears and nose served her when her sense of touch didn't. She slowly began to become less clumsy, but she couldn't jump the way other cats could. She was still at a huge disadvantage in the forest, unable to see the skies or see dangers that might be obvious to other cats. She wasn't present when her mother was told that she was destined to never become a warrior, but she knew.
Wrensong drew closer to Mothkit, trying to protect her from the world. She ignored Snakekit, even as he became darker and more bitter. Mothkit resented the smothering way her mother treated her, trying to prove herself to the clan. Shrewleap's at a loss as what to do.
Family
Wrensong - Mother - 40 moons
Shrewleap- Father - 38 moons
Snakekit - Brother - Littermate
Shrewleap- Father - 38 moons
Snakekit - Brother - Littermate
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