Post by { KYRA } on Apr 21, 2013 16:14:40 GMT -5
MOTHFUR
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top] 60 MOONS TOM WINDCLAN LEADER | [atrb=style, width: 296px; padding: 5px; background-color: e3e3e3; border-top: 4px solid #000000;] GENERAL INFORMATION NAME, EXPLANATION, |
BRIEF DESCRIPTION, a dark black tom with a white patch on his chest
FAMILY,
rookflight, mother, windclan, deceased
mallowclaw, father, windclan, deceased
branchstorm, brother, loner, living
spottedthorn, windclan, mate, living
littleflower, windclan, daughter, living
spiderheart, windclan, son, living
blacknose, windclan, son, living
cloverstorm, windclan, daughter, living
mousedapple, windclan, daughter, living[/div]
APPEARANCE
PERSONALITY
Mothfur is an honest and hardworking cat, and he expects others to be that way too. When it comes to cats, he's really your average Joe, or should I say your average Tom? He's not sadistic like Brokenstar, ambitious like Tigerstar, or overeager like Leopardstar. He likes things to be simple and straightforward, so just talk straight. No nonsense, none of this talking out the side of your mouth. He deals with cats up front, and a cunning battle with try his patience.
Of course, it's not that he isn't smart enough for a battle of wits. He's a sharp guy, not a genius, but above average, certainly. He's quite the strategist when it comes to battle formations and has a sharp intuition for judging others. He can spot a good mentor/apprentice pair from a mile off. But really, he doesn't have time for all this hidden motive nonsense. His aim is to be as open as the moors he lives on, and that is his motto for WindClan too. Intelligence should be used for constructive, honest purposes, purposes that a cat doesn't have to lie about.
That said, it's not all "I cannot tell a lie" for him. Sometimes, his ideals get overbearing. He doesn't know when to draw the line and a lazy apprentice or a sneaky warrior can really get chewed by him, extensively so. He's an understanding guy but touch on one of his many petpeeves and he can get really annoyed and just lose his head. He tries not to hold grudges after the fact, but of course, none of us is perfect... He may hold tiny grudges, but he'll never admit it.
Honestly, he'll never admit anything faulty about himself except perhaps that his pelt is dirty or he made a mistake and let the prey escape on the hunting patrol, but that's about it. He doesn't see himself as having any major flaws, which, of course, is a flaw in and of itself. Infallibility, my dear Watson.
He's also rather traditional, although even I can't say if this is an attribute or a fault. The forest in these times needs some call back to the olden days, when clans fended for themselves without petty alliances and families were the backbone of the clan, but perhaps forcing these values down the throats of others by lecturing them about values and honesty and all that nonsense is taking it a step too far. With conservatism comes a touch of the judgmental, and Mothfur's type of judgment is certainly a fault.
Of course, it's not that he isn't smart enough for a battle of wits. He's a sharp guy, not a genius, but above average, certainly. He's quite the strategist when it comes to battle formations and has a sharp intuition for judging others. He can spot a good mentor/apprentice pair from a mile off. But really, he doesn't have time for all this hidden motive nonsense. His aim is to be as open as the moors he lives on, and that is his motto for WindClan too. Intelligence should be used for constructive, honest purposes, purposes that a cat doesn't have to lie about.
That said, it's not all "I cannot tell a lie" for him. Sometimes, his ideals get overbearing. He doesn't know when to draw the line and a lazy apprentice or a sneaky warrior can really get chewed by him, extensively so. He's an understanding guy but touch on one of his many petpeeves and he can get really annoyed and just lose his head. He tries not to hold grudges after the fact, but of course, none of us is perfect... He may hold tiny grudges, but he'll never admit it.
Honestly, he'll never admit anything faulty about himself except perhaps that his pelt is dirty or he made a mistake and let the prey escape on the hunting patrol, but that's about it. He doesn't see himself as having any major flaws, which, of course, is a flaw in and of itself. Infallibility, my dear Watson.
He's also rather traditional, although even I can't say if this is an attribute or a fault. The forest in these times needs some call back to the olden days, when clans fended for themselves without petty alliances and families were the backbone of the clan, but perhaps forcing these values down the throats of others by lecturing them about values and honesty and all that nonsense is taking it a step too far. With conservatism comes a touch of the judgmental, and Mothfur's type of judgment is certainly a fault.
HISTORY
life in the nursery (0-6 moons)
Mothkit was born sixty moons ago on a cloudless night under the WindClan stars. His mother, Rookflight, was a dark, tiny thing with a huge chip on her shoulder and privacy complex. She hated the clan knowing anything about her personal life, so she wouldn't admit that her mate was Mallowclaw, even though the tom was well-respected and obviously in love with her. Still, there's nothing like a secret to start up the rumor mill, and when her two beautiful boys, Mothkit and Branchkit, were born, they were the talk of the clan.
The two kits grew up without knowing who their father was. Mallowclaw visited them frequently in the nursery, but Rookflight refused to tell them that he was their father, and Mallowclaw respected her rights. The two boys dreamed that their father, maybe, was the the clan deputy, Reedfeather, or maybe even one of the leaders of the other clan, like Pinestar or Hailstar! After all, why would their mother keep his identity a secret if he was an ordinary cat?
They'd play investigator, interrogating all the members of the clan, as well as other games not related to discovering their heritage, like tail-chase and hide and seek. The two brothers were as close as could be.
dog days of 'pawship (6-14 moons)
Mothkit and Branchkit became apprentices on time, and our little hero took on the name Mothpaw. The apprentice den brought him new acquaintances and he soon became good friends with the older apprentice, Tallpaw. Mothpaw and his brother stayed close, but they were no longer attached at the hip. New friends and the extreme workload of apprenticeship made being so buddy-buddy impossible.
Mothpaw's mentor, incidentally, was Mallowclaw, and one day during fighting drills, when Mothpaw was getting beaten to a pulp, Mallowclaw suddenly gave up. He couldn't do it anymore, he announced, although Mothpaw wasn't what 'it' was. When they got back to camp, Mallowclaw approached Heatherstar and asked to be removed as Mothpaw's mentor. After a long talk between leader and warrior in the leader's den, Heatherstar gave in and assigned Mothpaw a new mentor.
Mothpaw demanded to know why Mallowclaw had given up on him, but the tom wouldn't say and neither would Heatherstar. His feelings were hurt, and the little apprentice ignored his former mentor for several weeks before Mallowclaw gave in an told him: Mothpaw, I am your father.
This revelation brought father and sons closer together, and Mallowclaw quickly became Mothpaw's idol, even if he was no longer his mentor. Branchpaw, on the other hand, became disenchanted by the revelation. He respected Mallowclaw, but the tom was no Reedfeather. He would never be a deputy or leader, and Branchpaw felt cheated. Though he spent time with Mothpaw and Mallowclaw, he felt like the odd ball out.
Times were easier for WindClan then and they were able to take longer to truly refine apprentices' skills before making them warriors. Mothpaw earned his warrior name, Mothfur, after a simple assessment at 14 moons old, and Branchpaw stayed an apprentice even longer, not becoming Branchstorm until 15 moons old.
the easy, early warrior days (14-37 moons)
Mothfur likes to refer to this period of his life as the 'golden age', when WindClan had nothing more to worry about than how the fast the rabbits were running that day. I suppose, at the time, he didn't realize how good he had it, he most certainly would have taken it for granted, but now, looking back, life was so easy and perfect then.
Once he got his warrior name, Mothfur suddenly looked a whole heck of a lot more appealing to Spottedpaw, an apprentice slightly younger than him that he had a crush on during his apprenticeship. Now, he was no longer a boy, but a real, true man, and he found it easier to get Spottedpaw's attention. Soon, she too had joined the ranks of warrior as Spottedthorn, but it was too late: love had struck Mothfur hard, and he wouldn't give up. Luckily, Spottedthorn felt the same way. The two became mates and eventually, Spottedthorn announced that she was having his kits.
Meanwhile, another queen's litter had reached the lucky six moons old, and Mothfur was able to receive his first apprentice: Dustypaw. With an adoring apprentice and a loving mate who was expecting kits, Mothfur's life seemed just about perfect.
But everything changed when the Shadow Nation attacked...
the dark ages (38-45 moons)
Newleaf of his 38th moon, WindClan was driven into exile by ShadowClan. The fight was bitter, but ShadowClan succeeded in pushing the clan out of their home, claiming WindClan's moors and rabbits as their own.
Spottedthorn's kits had just been made apprentices when they were forced to make the trek, and the journey was hard on the entire family. Mothfur found a new relationship with StarClan as every night he would pray to his warrior ancestors to protect Littlepaw, Spiderpaw, and Spottedthorn.
For Branchstorm, the exile was even more difficult. He had no mate for support, his parents had never lived up to his expectations, and he didn't even have an apprentice to call his own. Now, he didn't even have a home. He became very distant, and Mothfur couldn't seem to get through to him. The close brotherhood had grown too far apart.
When ThunderClan came to bring WindClan back to their territory, Branchstorm announced that he couldn't go back. Fighting ShadowClan wasn't worth risking life and limb for, Branchstorm had decided, and so he decided to stay behind at the little horseplace and become a real loner.
It devastated Mothfur to have to leave his brother, but his mate and kits came first. And so did the clan. He said his goodbyes and began the long journey back to the moors.
But, as Branchstorm certainly had known, ShadowClan wouldn't let WindClan get off that easy. Battle broke out upon the clan's return and every clan in the forest was involved. Deadfoot was killed in that battle. When the battle broke and the moors cleared out and WindClan found themselves once again with a home of their own, Tallstar realized that he would have to name a new deputy.
a new beginning (45 moons to present)
Again, blessings seem to come in numbers to Mothfur. Before sunhigh after Deadfoot's death, Tallstar named Mothfur deputy. He hadn't forgotten the skill of the tom he had shared a den with all those moons ago. In the same ceremony
That same night, Spottedthorn revealed that she was having yet another litter of kits. Two moons later, Mothfur was the proud deputy and father of Mousekit, Blackkit, and Cloverkit. The family was growing, and he couldn't be more proud. His life was finally getting into order.
That is, except for one tiny detail: the war.
His deputyship has been filled with strategizing and training to keep WindClan on top during the war. Tigerstar is a difficult ally to have, problematic at best and dangerous at worse, and it has been a difficult task advising Tallstar on the matters of war. He doesn't trust Tigerstar, but for now, he believes WindClan to be safer under ThunderClan's protection. Even if they have come back strong since the exile.
He has fought in every battle WindClan has seen and now bears more scars than the devil himself, but he is a strong and proud cat. He believes WindClan can make it out of this war victorious.
Recently, Tallstar died of greencough, and Mothfur had to step up to become Mothstar. He named Iceclaw, a loyal warrior who has fought off a badger in the name of WindClan, the new deputy.
Mothkit was born sixty moons ago on a cloudless night under the WindClan stars. His mother, Rookflight, was a dark, tiny thing with a huge chip on her shoulder and privacy complex. She hated the clan knowing anything about her personal life, so she wouldn't admit that her mate was Mallowclaw, even though the tom was well-respected and obviously in love with her. Still, there's nothing like a secret to start up the rumor mill, and when her two beautiful boys, Mothkit and Branchkit, were born, they were the talk of the clan.
The two kits grew up without knowing who their father was. Mallowclaw visited them frequently in the nursery, but Rookflight refused to tell them that he was their father, and Mallowclaw respected her rights. The two boys dreamed that their father, maybe, was the the clan deputy, Reedfeather, or maybe even one of the leaders of the other clan, like Pinestar or Hailstar! After all, why would their mother keep his identity a secret if he was an ordinary cat?
They'd play investigator, interrogating all the members of the clan, as well as other games not related to discovering their heritage, like tail-chase and hide and seek. The two brothers were as close as could be.
dog days of 'pawship (6-14 moons)
Mothkit and Branchkit became apprentices on time, and our little hero took on the name Mothpaw. The apprentice den brought him new acquaintances and he soon became good friends with the older apprentice, Tallpaw. Mothpaw and his brother stayed close, but they were no longer attached at the hip. New friends and the extreme workload of apprenticeship made being so buddy-buddy impossible.
Mothpaw's mentor, incidentally, was Mallowclaw, and one day during fighting drills, when Mothpaw was getting beaten to a pulp, Mallowclaw suddenly gave up. He couldn't do it anymore, he announced, although Mothpaw wasn't what 'it' was. When they got back to camp, Mallowclaw approached Heatherstar and asked to be removed as Mothpaw's mentor. After a long talk between leader and warrior in the leader's den, Heatherstar gave in and assigned Mothpaw a new mentor.
Mothpaw demanded to know why Mallowclaw had given up on him, but the tom wouldn't say and neither would Heatherstar. His feelings were hurt, and the little apprentice ignored his former mentor for several weeks before Mallowclaw gave in an told him: Mothpaw, I am your father.
This revelation brought father and sons closer together, and Mallowclaw quickly became Mothpaw's idol, even if he was no longer his mentor. Branchpaw, on the other hand, became disenchanted by the revelation. He respected Mallowclaw, but the tom was no Reedfeather. He would never be a deputy or leader, and Branchpaw felt cheated. Though he spent time with Mothpaw and Mallowclaw, he felt like the odd ball out.
Times were easier for WindClan then and they were able to take longer to truly refine apprentices' skills before making them warriors. Mothpaw earned his warrior name, Mothfur, after a simple assessment at 14 moons old, and Branchpaw stayed an apprentice even longer, not becoming Branchstorm until 15 moons old.
the easy, early warrior days (14-37 moons)
Mothfur likes to refer to this period of his life as the 'golden age', when WindClan had nothing more to worry about than how the fast the rabbits were running that day. I suppose, at the time, he didn't realize how good he had it, he most certainly would have taken it for granted, but now, looking back, life was so easy and perfect then.
Once he got his warrior name, Mothfur suddenly looked a whole heck of a lot more appealing to Spottedpaw, an apprentice slightly younger than him that he had a crush on during his apprenticeship. Now, he was no longer a boy, but a real, true man, and he found it easier to get Spottedpaw's attention. Soon, she too had joined the ranks of warrior as Spottedthorn, but it was too late: love had struck Mothfur hard, and he wouldn't give up. Luckily, Spottedthorn felt the same way. The two became mates and eventually, Spottedthorn announced that she was having his kits.
Meanwhile, another queen's litter had reached the lucky six moons old, and Mothfur was able to receive his first apprentice: Dustypaw. With an adoring apprentice and a loving mate who was expecting kits, Mothfur's life seemed just about perfect.
the dark ages (38-45 moons)
Newleaf of his 38th moon, WindClan was driven into exile by ShadowClan. The fight was bitter, but ShadowClan succeeded in pushing the clan out of their home, claiming WindClan's moors and rabbits as their own.
Spottedthorn's kits had just been made apprentices when they were forced to make the trek, and the journey was hard on the entire family. Mothfur found a new relationship with StarClan as every night he would pray to his warrior ancestors to protect Littlepaw, Spiderpaw, and Spottedthorn.
For Branchstorm, the exile was even more difficult. He had no mate for support, his parents had never lived up to his expectations, and he didn't even have an apprentice to call his own. Now, he didn't even have a home. He became very distant, and Mothfur couldn't seem to get through to him. The close brotherhood had grown too far apart.
When ThunderClan came to bring WindClan back to their territory, Branchstorm announced that he couldn't go back. Fighting ShadowClan wasn't worth risking life and limb for, Branchstorm had decided, and so he decided to stay behind at the little horseplace and become a real loner.
It devastated Mothfur to have to leave his brother, but his mate and kits came first. And so did the clan. He said his goodbyes and began the long journey back to the moors.
But, as Branchstorm certainly had known, ShadowClan wouldn't let WindClan get off that easy. Battle broke out upon the clan's return and every clan in the forest was involved. Deadfoot was killed in that battle. When the battle broke and the moors cleared out and WindClan found themselves once again with a home of their own, Tallstar realized that he would have to name a new deputy.
a new beginning (45 moons to present)
Again, blessings seem to come in numbers to Mothfur. Before sunhigh after Deadfoot's death, Tallstar named Mothfur deputy. He hadn't forgotten the skill of the tom he had shared a den with all those moons ago. In the same ceremony
That same night, Spottedthorn revealed that she was having yet another litter of kits. Two moons later, Mothfur was the proud deputy and father of Mousekit, Blackkit, and Cloverkit. The family was growing, and he couldn't be more proud. His life was finally getting into order.
That is, except for one tiny detail: the war.
His deputyship has been filled with strategizing and training to keep WindClan on top during the war. Tigerstar is a difficult ally to have, problematic at best and dangerous at worse, and it has been a difficult task advising Tallstar on the matters of war. He doesn't trust Tigerstar, but for now, he believes WindClan to be safer under ThunderClan's protection. Even if they have come back strong since the exile.
He has fought in every battle WindClan has seen and now bears more scars than the devil himself, but he is a strong and proud cat. He believes WindClan can make it out of this war victorious.
Recently, Tallstar died of greencough, and Mothfur had to step up to become Mothstar. He named Iceclaw, a loyal warrior who has fought off a badger in the name of WindClan, the new deputy.
OTHER INFORMATON
I'd like to RP him actually getting his leader lives if you don't mind.
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