Post by prowler. on Nov 21, 2009 7:41:29 GMT -5
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Name | Moss
Gender | She-cat
Age | 16 Moons
Rank |Witchdoctor, N/A
Clan |Tribe of the Quagmire, None
Beliefs| Moss is a cat that has many strong beliefs in things that nobody else would really consider, she believes for example, that the phase of the moon affects the populace of voles. Her "special" way of thinking means also that Moss is more erratic in her beliefs than others, if one fact she has stated has been disproved, she will immediately deny having said any such thing. Moss believes that spirits that only she can see talk to her to tell her omens of what is to come, filling her mind with all the horrors of the world and all the good things to come, however, these spirits have so far remained incorrect about any predictions. Moss refers to the said spirits as "Demons" who "whisper sweet somethings" to her. Moss believes that individuality shows who you are and wears her tokens of her past with pride as such. Moss can, at some times, be very complicated to place in her belief, as she seemingly believes in the local StarClan but thinks of them as evil spirits that war against her own demons.
Parents | Lynxpelt (Father, PB: Myself) and Fate (Mother, NP, Deceased)
Siblings | Talon (Brother, NP, Deceased), Sky (Sister, NP) and Lion (Brother, PB: Myself)
Other Kin | Asla (Niece, NP), Azure (Sister-in-Law, NP), Cougar (Grandfather, NP, Deceased) and Ash (Grandmother, NP, Deceased)
Mate | None
Crush | None
Kits | None
Apprentice/Mentor | Formerly chosen to teach Asla (Niece, NP) the ways of the Witchdoctor, was herself taught by Eyrie (NP).
Appearance |
If Moss were to stick to the norms of what nature dictated, one might find her fairly unspectacular but eye-pleasing. Pretty by nature, she holds a mottled tabby-brown fur, a trait of her mother's pelt. This fur is thick and coarse, unbeknownst to her a honour given by her father and very water-resistant, meaning that the humid quagmire air she is so used to is of little effect to her, despite making her uncomfortably hot. However, realistically the first thing you'd notice about Moss is her extremely unusual repertoire of twoleg trinkets, some simply wrapped around her neck and the other actually going through her left ear. Two wooden bands, entwined with a stringy material, surround a green gem, which makes up the ear-trinket, which's sharp spike stabs through her ear to seemingly go all the way around and be locked into place.
The other piece is a combination of many strings, each string tinged black with pitch and looping through lightly luminescent beads of emerald and blue opal. These hang loosely around her neck, but tight enough so that she can evidently not remove them, the pitch making them claw-resistant so as they cannot even be broken off, not that Moss would do so anyway, were she given the choice. Excluding these oddities however, bright emerald-green eyes grace her features with an even more earthy-tone, these are also inherited from her grandmother whom she has never met or known of - Ash.
Asides from this however, Moss's physique is one that at first doesn't seem too bad, before a closer look makes you feel a little queasy. A feline that takes good care of themselves would never look the way that she does, her entire middle section has matted fur, with mud, grime, sand and even herbs wound purposefully through it. Beneath all this fur and dirt however you can also see protruding ribs of a cat that does not allow themselves to eat properly, despite her other filled-out appearing features, gained from her typically solid features and thick fur. All of this adds up to a fairly crazy-looking she-cat, who might otherwise have been even beautiful if she'd been blessed with even a normal mind.
Moss also has a slight speech impediment, being unable to pronounce y's and instead replacing them with "ch". When seeing Moss she does not act with particular regularity, having scrawny muscles she moves slowly and seemingly often without purpose. Hating swimming of moving quickly, Moss often acts aggressively toward others who try to hurry her up. She does, however, have a great memory and is an excellent fighter.
Personality |
Moss is to the point what you'd generally expect from her bizarre appearance, absolutely crazy. Not to herself of course, and certainly not to her tribe or brother, but to the normal eye of a cat from hereabouts yeah, 100% insane. She was born already an arrogant cat, but this defect in her personality has only swelled with her tribe's praise and now she has become quite something else - a complete elitist egomaniac. If there's a cat for a job, she puts herself toward it, the job is hers if someone says they want it done best, not that this is true, well, to her it is. She completely lacks respect for territorial borders, believing that she has the spirits wish to roam wherever she pleases and that mortals can never stop the wishes of the spirits! Anything remotely superstitious is taken on by Moss, she does not wash because she believes that water is sent by the dark spirits and slowly sucks away at their soul. Wetness of the tongue is even the evilness lurking inside all cats to her. Because of this, she follows many unusual trends and habits which normal cats would be completely gobsmacked at, like completely tearing apart her kill to remove all trace of life before consuming it.
Despite this however, Moss is also somewhat a "holy" sort of cat in her solid beliefs on dedication. She is entirely faithful to whatever cause she pledges herself and would never backstab, no matter how much a cat annoys her. Sure, she may use a sharp tongue toward them, but never betray, for betrayal is temptation sent by the dark spirits and once you are theirs you are never one of ours. Moss does however have extremely erratic mood swings, going from silently complacent to crazily loud and erratic within seconds, by twoleg terms, it would appear to be part of some mental disorder of sorts, but this has no meaning within the feline world.
Moss is a she-cat that it's very hard to keep tab on, at one moment she's considering higher lifeforms and wanting to travel to the top of mountains, the next she wants to go and explore the bog for a relic a spirit told her about. She has hundreds of aims yet no aims all at the same time. She primes herself however in being completely untraceable, paranoia seeping in that whenever she and Lion move out of an area they completely cover even the most remote tracks of themselves.
Another side of Moss is more frequently underlying, despite the good side of her that has faith, care and tentative love, there also thrives the hate, spite, bitterness and harsh attitude toward life. Moss is extremely disrespectful to cats that she considers have not "earned" her respect and is quite a opposite to her brother Lion. She has no patience for "fools" and is the least caring teacher, in fact, she would be suffering to inflict upon another as a teacher or a learner. Moss of course believes she knows anything and often that others know nothing, she is hurtful toward other's and it takes a sturdy, sure heart to stay by her, as just about every cat in the existence of time has had some fallout or the other with her. Overall Moss is absolutely insane, but also undeniably loved very much by her brother Lion who endures and even loves her in order to keep her safe.
Skills |
Moss's skills are questionable to some as if they're actually skills, but by a typical opinion, one could suppose that's exactly what they are. With a superb memory Moss is surprisingly actually the sort of cat you would want around if you were hurt, as she has a phenomenal knowledge of herbs both local and foreign. She is however, not a gentle nor merciful cat in her teaching, so expect a sharp tongue instead if you were previously thinking of a caring nurse. As one might not really expect also, Moss is also an excellent fighter, with well-honed claws and teeth, which are a slightly ill yellow colour, but definitely strong. Moss herself may even claim that her "skill" to communicate with her Demons is a skill, but most would say opposite, as whatever spirits it is that do torment her can not mean well.
Alternatively however, Moss has many things working against her. Unable to often form sentences that really make a lot of sense, she enjoys confusing the listener and therefore is not a good communicator. Also, Moss is a cat that does not like being hurried, much preferring a slow pace, therefore hating both running and swimming, perhaps the almost exact opposite to her brother Lion. Also, when Moss makes a decision she refuses to change her opinion, even if it is then evidently the stupid one, this stubborn attitude means that she was never born to lead (nor, perhaps, to follow), with the exception of in a dictatorship situation.
History | Most cats are born with a fairly secure family and living place, like many mothers make sure of prior to birth. Moss, Lion, Sky and Talon however were not so lucky. Unbeknownst to them, their mother Fate was a cat that had long ago lost her own family and only a month prior to birth had separated from her mate and consequently, their father. These four kits were therefore never intended to meet the said father, but perhaps oneday soon may in fact meet him, as two now are so very close to meeting him. Yes, Lynxpelt of PineClan is in fact the father, who is so aggrieved at the loss of his spawn that he has never quite been the same since Fate left his side. But back to the past. So Fate split from her mate after many arguments over the kit's future and travelled into the deserts, where she was fortunate to find a group of cats who took her in as friends. Fate did not speak anything of her past to the said cats however, referring only to "mistakes of her past".
The group of cats moved to the quagmires, fully aware that newborn kits would not do well in the deserts. They did, surprisingly, find the quagmires quite welcoming, full of water and lush undergrowth which withheld a wealth of prey. Thus they decided to stay in the quagmire, striking up a permanent residence. Only after all this had occured did Fate's pregnancy ripen to it's prime, during birth however there were complications, her travel had made her pregnancy too much for her weak, small frame and she died in pain during the birth. Eyrie, the self-appointed leader of the group, immediately set to once she was dead and sliced open her womb, allowing the four small kits within her to breath life and survive whilst their mother did not.
One thing that Fate had said prior to her death was what she wanted the names of the kits to be - Sky, Talon, Moss and Lion. The last two names were not so difficult, one of the young female kit's fur was almost turned greenish with it's dark tortie colour, the colour of moss, therefore this kit would be Moss. One of the male kit's was an unusual sandy-beige tone with short fur, a little like the gold of a lion's fur, thus he would be Lion. The other two were less easy to decide, but their genders decided for them, a muddy brown coloured tom would be Talon, whilst the speckled-silver she-cat would be Sky.
All of the kits were strong and each quickly developed their own personality. Lion was the caring, loving, one that didn't like to fight but instead chased butterflies and rolled about in a non-violent way with his siblings. Talon was to the point the bully, the strongest of the litter he was arrogant and hard on all his siblings, always trying to get Lion to fight him and trying to become the leader of everything. Sky was the gentle sweetheart who didn't have much ambition but was kind and sensible. Moss was entirely something else. Erratic, unusual and purely a bizarre kit, the group of cats which had come to call themselves the Tribe of the Quagmire however did not disapprove of this, they saw her habits as fascinating and intriguing and thus let it develop.
Soon structure came into play within the Tribe of the Quagmire and Eyrie officially became their leader. Talon, of a mere 8 moons of age, was furious at this, he should be the leader. It was here that he challenged Eyrie. Now Eyrie was not an excruciatingly cruel leader, nor was he an unfair one, but he had standards and hated cats that lacked respect. He accepted this challenge, but challenges for leadership were never just small fights, one had would live and one would die. Needless to say, it was like putting a bad dog down, necessary but saddening. Lion was the only one to speak out, appealing for Eyrie to refuse the challenge, but his begging fell upon deaf ears. When Talon's tattered body finally hit the ground Sky and Lion took it off for burial whilst Moss danced an unusual dance to the spirits.
The next events for the three were to increase their knowledge and potential greatly. Lion met another young cat within the tribe, a she-cat named Azure and quickly made firm friends with her until his infatuation completely took him away from what was going on with his siblings. Sky was taken on for training as a tribe defender by a tom-cat named Stone, Lion was similarly taken on in such teaching, but unlike Sky, his heart was not there with it. Moss was different, she was always different, but this was more bizarre. She was chosen to be the next witchdoctor and undertook private, sacred training under Eyrie. The start of the training was usual - memory tests, learning herbs which she had an affinity for and simple sickness and healing methods. She was of course difficult to teach, but Eyrie was the best and he made she she was too.
It was only later on in her training that stuff got weird. No longer was it herbs and poultices, no, but it was rituals, dancing, Moss became more lucrative and weird. Unfortunately, Lion was still oblivious, still caught up in his completely devoted love and courting of Azure. It was then that Moss was lost as a normal feline completely. One day she and Eyrie went out to train and she came back madder than ever before. She'd taken a hallucinogenic elixir that Eyrie had fathomed from nowhere and now claimed to see spirits that spoke to her. Eyrie himself had not taken the elixir, but was stunned with the result. It was then that he completed her training and she took on the title of "Witchdoctor", no longer could her siblings call her "Moss" or "sister", it was always "Witchdoctor". Shortly after this, Sky completed her Defender training and continued to serve the Tribe with flawless efficiency. Lion took some while longer, but not long after officially marking Azure as his conquest, he paid more attention to training and became a fully-fledged Defender like his sister Sky.
It was only a few nights after her full Witchdoctor status that Moss dreamt she would be taken by the local twoleg tribe. She told Eyrie this and he understood, so she went and slept in the open of the camp that night and low and behold, the next morning she had been taken. She was gone for an entirety of four moons, with not a sound heard from her. Lion drove himself near to insanity with worry and disbelief that he had ignored her insanity-progression for so long, caught up in his own tugs of love. Azure was by his side the entire time, calming, whilst Sky simply patiently said that their sister would return when she was ready. At times however, it took Eyrie's stern word and order to keep Lion from rushing into the twoleg camp himself.
When she returned, Moss was now completely lost to them, there was only the Witchdoctor. The insane, megalomaniac Witchdoctor. Lion feared her, but was overjoyed at her return all the same. She was different though - in many ways, she no longer spoke like a normal cat, she spoke of omens and wore strange jewellery that pierced her flesh and choked her neck. She spoke of omens, spirits and many ways that the Tribe had never heard of. This progressed rapidly and many of the Tribe feared what she had to say, it was all unknown and yet all so known by this she-cat. One thing that grew though was Eyrie's consistently raising concern, gone was the cat he had taught everything, the cat he could be proud to call the Witchdoctor of his. She spoke to him like he were lesser, not so important.
To some, it was a surprise when Eyrie gave his command, to others, less so. Moss' ways had risen to frenzy pitch and she respected no-one, she could no longer be trusted with her position of power within the Tribe. He decided to banish her from the Tribe and strip her of her title. Lion had only one moon prior had his mate, Azure, give birth to his own beloved kit, Asla. The kit had been awed by her aunt and sometimes stepped a little close, but had also been spotted to be the next Witchdoctor - taught by Moss. But this was to change now, Moss was to be banished. Lion knew that with his previous failing to his sister, he could not simply leave. Moss left with a curse on the others, screaming that "you could take the witchdoctor out of the tribe, but you can't take the witchdoctor out of the cat".
With promises of return, Lion left his mate and child, desperately trying to block out their begging and pleading for him not to go. "I need to find her a safe place, then I'll come back." He'd sworn.
Three entire moons have passed since the duo's leaving and it is only too clear to Lion now that he could not have made such a promise. There was no safe place for Moss, not one where she'd be accepted, she was worse than Talon, far worse, but in a different way. But still he loved her, could not leave her alone, and so they travel as a pair, one hoping for refuge for his sister within a local Clan, the other just hoping for intelligent minds that showed her the respect deserved.
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Name | Lion[/blockquote]
Gender | Tom
Age | 16 Moons
Rank |Tribe Defender, N/A
Clan |Tribe of the Quagmire, None
Beliefs| Lion, being a fairly laid back sort of feline, has mild beliefs in what his sister does, but nowhere near to her extent of faith, instead supporting her in everything she does, but nothing more. He is fully respectful of all other beliefs but does not harbour many himself. However, one might say Lion is a superstitious cat for his over-cautiousness of staying on the good side of any faith he comes across. Lion believes that all cats should be respectful of one another and in turn receive a similar respect. He believes that nobody may know what lies in the great beyond and extremely - though silently - sceptical of the current area's belief in this "StarClan".
Parents | Lynxpelt (Father, PB: Myself) and Fate (Mother, NP, Deceased)
Siblings | Talon (Brother, NP, Deceased), Sky (Sister, NP) and Moss (Sister, PB: Myself)
Other Kin | Cougar (Grandfather, NP, Deceased) and Ash (Grandmother, NP, Deceased)
Mate | Azure (NP)
Crush | Azure (NP)
Kits | Asla (Daughter, NP)
Apprentice/Mentor | None
Appearance |
Unlike his sister, one of the first and perhaps to some the only thing you might notice about Lion is that he is inexplicably handsome. With a muscular, well-built physique he is a cat that stands usually a head at least above other cats, his height being quite exceptional and sometimes opposing. Despite his build however, Lion does not come across with the brute appearance, instead his short, neat fur and delicate - almost feminine - features suggest a lithe elegance to him. He does also, in fact, move with this said grace and propelled by his muscles is an excellent runner and a streamlined swimmer.
Lion's fur is perhaps the most extraordinary feature of himself, instead of being born like the rest of his siblings - all of dull or earthy tones - he was born with an unusual, bright, sandy-gold tone of fur. This short fur is sleek and almost always well groomed, thin but also watertight. At Lion's mask, chest, back and tail his fur is the most dark, with hints of a darker beige showing through to accentuate his appearance, which otherwise might have come across as plain. These markings also make him resemble a Burmese cat, though this is not otherwise evident in his other siblings. If one had not witnessed the birth, you might even go so far to question his relation to his other siblings. What Lion does not know is he is actually the resultant of several recessive genes, as Lion's grandfather on his father's side, Cougar, looked almost identical to himself. Tipping each of Lion's ears is a black, which was taken to be a trait of a mountain lion.
Lion was evidently given his name not only for his appropriate appearance but he has been told it was chosen long before his birth by his mother. Lion does not however camouflage well into the quagmire, but instead excellently in the desert and became known for frequently slipping off into the desert to bring back an astonishing amount of fresh kill with his hunting prowess before returning to the unsuitable quagmire where his tribe belongs. Finishing his physical appearance are two deep-set eyes, rimmed with a thick band of black and painted an unusual but charming colour of golden-amber, identical to his father Lynxpelt's own.
Lion is a well-spoken feline, with a level, masculine voice that is normally gently used toward others. The sides of his eyes are lightly creased from much laughter in his past. Lion has excellent posture and holds himself very upright, using his long, thin tail to steady himself with ease. To others, Lion might appear a deadly fearsome warrior, but quite to the point Lion himself is much more of a gentle giant of sorts.
Personality |
Lion to be summed up is probably one of the sweetest cats you could meet. He was born to be a father, not a leader, not a fighter, but a father, that cares and loves those he knows and goes out to be a good friend to all that need it. Lion hates conflict with a passion, but a passion that only makes him try to be diplomatic about things. Despite this however, he will protect those he loves when the time comes, this is, in most cases, usually Moss. Ah Moss, who is lucky to have Lion as a brother, any other would disown such an unbearable cat that would one day simply turn around and for no reason say they "hate you" and should "get out of (their) life". But no, Lion has an immovable loyalty to his bloodline and even argued at the doomsday of Talon so long ago.
He is always the peacekeeper, the one to say "wait why don't we talk about this?" when an argument is brewing, this does make him appear slightly cowardice to more bold felines, but Lion does not see any weakness in peace. Lion's humour however is excellent if a slight bit gullible and he is all around a very likeable cat if it were not for the company he keeps. Calm and patient, he is very much a fatherlike figure and would make an amazing teacher for a hopeless cat, not that he would ever get the chance with Moss' relentless criticism.
Lion does not often feel regret but when he does it is always about leaving his kit and mate behind, thinking that he would one day so easily be able to return to them - what a mistruth this was. Lion believes in the good of other cats and none of the bad, he thinks that the bad is influenced by a cat's circumstance and not the true being of themselves. He's totally laid back and can handle most situations with calm authority, though he has never showed any want to lead, as he does not believe he would be capable of making the more progressive-aggressive decisions that are required by leaders.
Lion's basically just like that friend that everyone knows and has as a mate. With many contacts, Lion hopes oneday to find his father and find out about his family's history. Lion is generally the one of the pair that keeps them out of trouble where possible and gets them out of trouble frequently - usually as a result of Moss' disrespectful carelessness. He is extremely attentive though has a short memory span, often making him seem a tad careless himself.
Skills |
Lion is a generally all-round good cat, his hunting technique is honed, even for areas where his own physical appearance works at disadvantage to him. His athletic shape and long-limbed physique make him excellent at running as a messenger and also powerfully propelled in the art of swimming - not that he frequently gets to attempt such a leisure. Lion is also taught, like any other tribe defender, to fight, unlike his sister however, Lion never took to the idea and dislikes violence wherever possible. His one true flaw in skills is his bad memory, as Lion can come across as careless due to this, often forgetting exactly what it was he was supposed to be doing or particular facts.
History |
See Moss' History.word count: 4,412
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