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|| I D E N T I T Y ||

Name: Mothkit → Mothpaw → Mothtail
Nickname(s): Mothtail
Prefix: Moth - Named after his deceased father
Suffix: Tail - Named for his lost tail

Age: 25 moons ll 2 years + 1 month
S.O.B: Leafbare
Sex: Cis Tom

Clan: NightClan
Rank: Warrior

Scent| Very sharp and distinctive, may be unpleasant at first
Voice| Jesse Pinkman/Aaron Paul (tw; drugs, death)
Details| Sarcastic, very pronounced, said with boredom or disgust most commonly

Stats: [ ★ / ✩ ]
Leadership ★★✩✩✩
Endurance ★★★★✩
Intelligence ★★★★✩
Strength ★★✩✩✩
Agility    ★★★★✩
Loyalty ★✩✩✩✩

|| A P P E A R A N C E ||

Appearance:
  Build| Very lean and thin
  Pelt| Dark black/grey gradients covered with dark spotted tabby markings
    Pelt Texture| Soft to the touch
    Fur Length| Short overall, Medium on joints
Eyes| Blue
  Paw Pads and Nose| Near black
  Scars| N/A

General Appearance: Lean grey-black spotted tabbycat

Breed: Russian blue/American Shorthair
Patron: Panther

Weight: Unknown
Height: A little under average

Injuries/Disabilities/Scars: Shortened tail
Accent: American Street

|| P E R S O N A L I T Y ||

Theme Song(s):
              Youngblood (The Coasters)
              Sorry Jack (The Living Tombstone)
              Bet Against Me (Watsky)

Positive Traits:
- On task
      • When it comes to work that needs to be done, Mothtail is willing to spend the entire day doing his duty as a warrior.
- Independent
      • He is not a social cat. However his independence aids to his ability to think for himself.
- Listening
      • Mothtail prefers to keep his words to himself and listen. It is the best way to get information quickly and blabbing his mouth away won't aid to anything.

Neutral Traits:
- Competative
      • In his mind he is the best. Better than the leader, deputy, and all of the warriors. He'll do antyhign to prove he is.
- Tolerant
      • Most cats are simply tolerated with ease, however he has difficulties with kits.
- Serious
      • It doesn't take much for Mothtail to get serious. In fact, he doesn't understand most jokes because he takes everything seriously.

Negative Traits:
- Sarcastic
      • When angered, Mothtail is very prompt to become sarcastic and rude.
- Unenthusiastic
      • Excitement isn't a natural trait for Mothtail, he is commonly seen as being mean or angry due to his lack of enthusiasm.
- Blunt
      • Sugar-coating words and phrases is pointless in his mind, the idea ridiculous and unnecesary.

|| H I S T O R Y ||

         KITHOOD
As a kit, Mothtail was of average health. He was not the last born and not the first born. His brothers and sisters each had their own passions and interests as did he. Mothtail was always interested in what lay beyond the camp. What monsters roamed and owned the land. The stories the elders would tell that spoke of worry and wariness only struck more passion in the young tom's heart. He wanted to see everything that was off limits to him and that was only lore of the tongue. Fiery birds that were reborn from ashes, Three-headed beasts would could destroy clans with a snap of their jaws. It was all pure and glorious fun to him. An adventure that kept calling.

         APPRENTICE LIFE
Eventually as Mothtail grew his interests grew more towards battle combat. Although it was still in preparation for those dastardly demons and monsters that lurked beneath the brush. However, that part of the details were usually left out. Mothtail's mentor was a grizzled and angry tom, both mentor and apprentice social outcasts who were put together in the hopes of their distaste for everything help them bond moreso. And it couldn't have been better. Both toms only interacted when needed, yet they interacted more than they did with other members of the clan. The older tombcat occupied Mothtail with tasks to be done and always kept him busy. As soon as the sun breached the dark horizon it was time to work.

Mothtail grew at an average rate, becoming a warrior when his siblings were also graduated to the next rank. It was a pure honor and pleasure to finally be a warrior, the night of his vigil was the greatest time of his life.

        Warrior-Hood
Nowadays Mothtail doesn't think about the creatures from beyond. His largest concerns are of the bordering clans or the fresh-kill pile's stock. His imagination and creativity have been worn down with irritability and a sour mood. The most uplifting times during his warriorhood are when border skirmishes arise with Brambleclan and repealing the voices that whisper of Nightclan's weakness. Mothtail becomes very aggressive during battles and is regarded as an instigator and as being too battle-hungry, yet the urge to tear fur also has it's draw backs. He has already started multiple fights within the clan itself, hissing and spitting at fellow clanmates who aren't afraid to get their claws dirty as well. As of now he is pratically a grumpy elder at only 25 moons of age.

|| F A M I L Y ||

Mother: Riverstripe (deceased)
Father: Mothheart (deceased)

Littermates: Leopardkit, Dirtkit, Smallkit
Siblings: Swiftkit, Thistlekit, Redkit

Mate: n/a
Litter(s): n/a

|| P E R S O N A L ||

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Romantic Orientation: Homoromantic

Status: Catch his eye first.

Looking for:
|+| Quick Fling
|-| Long-Lasting Relationship
   |-| One night stand
|/| Strictly sexual
|-| Crush
|/| Too young
|-| Not interested
|/| Taken

+ = Yes
- = Maybe
/ = No

Preferences:
       - Short fur
       - Great in the battle field
       - Independent
       - Dark fur

|| R A N D O M ||

Favourites:
      - Leaf-fall
      - Vole
      - Dead silence
      - Night sky
      - Soft jingling noises

Likes:
      - Being agreed with
      - Teaching apprentices claw-to-claw fighting
      - Cold water

Dislikes:
        - Greenleaf
      - Fish
      - Yellow eyes
      - Touching/beign near other cats while sleeping

Fears:
      - Abandonment
      - Loud noises

Fighting Style:
      - Very aggressive and rutheless in battle. He's been caled out and yelled at for coming close to breaking clan law to stop attacking when you've won. Mothtail is very quick and lithe, using lightning-like attacks of both claws and teeth to stun the enemy. The most favored tactic is to puncture and open the ears of his enemies so the extra bblood will cause them to think he is doing more damage than what he really is. However, he lacks strength. An average tom is capable of beating him in a cornered arena where movement is limited.

|| R E L A T I O N S H I P S ||

Mentors: Greyclaw (nonexistant)

Apprentices: n/a

PERSONAL RELATIONS:

||Acquaintance
||Friend
||Best Friend

||Looks up to
||Respect
||Great Respect

||Slight Curiousity
||Suspicious
||Interested In

||Likes (platonic)
||Loves (platonic)
||Like Family

||Slight Crush
|| Crush
||Loves

||Slight Attraction
||Physical Attraction
||Lust

||Distant Relative
||Relative
||Close Relative

||Nervous
||Discomfort
||Scared of

||Slight Annoyance
||Dislikes
||Hates

|| Dead

NAME | RANK | BULLETS | "..."

RIPPLECLAN
*insert relationships here*

BRAMBLECLAN
*insert relationships here*

STORMCLAN
*insert relationships here*

NIGHTCLAN
*insert relationships here*

|| R O L E P L A Y ||

Timezone: CST

RP Method:
✘ ||Notes
✔ ||Comments
✘ ||Skype
✔ ||Chatrooms/Chatzy

RP Form:
✔ ||Paragraph
✔ ||Text (1-2 sentences)
✘ ||First Person
✔ ||Third Person

RP Rating:
✔ ||G/PG
✔ ||PG + 13
✔ ||M

RP Sample

Mothtail lounged at the edge of camp, his tailtip twitching at the pleasant quietness of the camp before him. Without proper knowledge it felt as though the clan was his, all of the power of a leader swelling beneath his pawpads. But he knew he wasn't. He was simply a feeble and angry tomcat with barely enough experience between his ears to catch a swallow from the sky. Both Wolfstar and Ravencry were busy doing their own business at the time. The leader in her den resting from the previous night's patrol and the deputy traversing through the moor in the hopes for prey.

Yet he was stuck here. Protecting the camp. In his mind he wondered if anyone would even want this measely strip of flat dirt and grass. There was nothing here but rabbits and the wind. The fact that everyone here knew that life on this territory was difficult while the other clans had riches of food started to creep up on his mind. What was once a mild twitch of a tailtip had now turned into an irritated occassional thump of the tail. It wouldn't be hard to just take some of Brambleclan's territory. They didn't need all of it did they?

-insert other RPer quote-

"Oh. I was just thinking about... things. Nothing to worry about." Mothtail looked at the other clan member was shadowed disinterest, turning his head away after speaking in a means to end the conversation. It was time to return to 'protecting' the camp,

(reflects on partner's writing. I can do 1 paragraph to multiple paragraphs. I will write less in action scenes and with dialogue)

Description

|| I D E N T I T Y ||

Name: Mothkit → Mothpaw → Mothtail
Nickname(s): Mothtail
Prefix: Moth - Named after his deceased father
Suffix: Tail - Named for his lost tail

Age: 25 moons ll 2 years + 1 month
S.O.B: Leafbare
Sex: Cis Tom

Clan: NightClan
Rank: Warrior

Scent| Very sharp and distinctive, may be unpleasant at first
Voice| Jesse Pinkman/Aaron Paul (tw; drugs, death)
Details| Sarcastic, very pronounced, said with boredom or disgust most commonly

Stats: [ ★ / ✩ ]
Leadership ★★✩✩✩
Endurance ★★★★✩
Intelligence ★★★★✩
Strength ★★✩✩✩
Agility    ★★★★✩
Loyalty ★✩✩✩✩

|| A P P E A R A N C E ||

Appearance:
  Build| Very lean and thin
  Pelt| Dark black/grey gradients covered with dark spotted tabby markings
    Pelt Texture| Soft to the touch
    Fur Length| Short overall, Medium on joints
Eyes| Blue
  Paw Pads and Nose| Near black
  Scars| N/A

General Appearance: Lean grey-black spotted tabbycat

Breed: Russian blue/American Shorthair
Patron: Panther

Weight: Unknown
Height: A little under average

Injuries/Disabilities/Scars: Shortened tail
Accent: American Street

|| P E R S O N A L I T Y ||

Theme Song(s):
              Youngblood (The Coasters)
              Sorry Jack (The Living Tombstone)
              Bet Against Me (Watsky)

Positive Traits:
- On task
      • When it comes to work that needs to be done, Mothtail is willing to spend the entire day doing his duty as a warrior.
- Independent
      • He is not a social cat. However his independence aids to his ability to think for himself.
- Listening
      • Mothtail prefers to keep his words to himself and listen. It is the best way to get information quickly and blabbing his mouth away won't aid to anything.

Neutral Traits:
- Competative
      • In his mind he is the best. Better than the leader, deputy, and all of the warriors. He'll do antyhign to prove he is.
- Tolerant
      • Most cats are simply tolerated with ease, however he has difficulties with kits.
- Serious
      • It doesn't take much for Mothtail to get serious. In fact, he doesn't understand most jokes because he takes everything seriously.

Negative Traits:
- Sarcastic
      • When angered, Mothtail is very prompt to become sarcastic and rude.
- Unenthusiastic
      • Excitement isn't a natural trait for Mothtail, he is commonly seen as being mean or angry due to his lack of enthusiasm.
- Blunt
      • Sugar-coating words and phrases is pointless in his mind, the idea ridiculous and unnecesary.

|| H I S T O R Y ||

         KITHOOD
As a kit, Mothtail was of average health. He was not the last born and not the first born. His brothers and sisters each had their own passions and interests as did he. Mothtail was always interested in what lay beyond the camp. What monsters roamed and owned the land. The stories the elders would tell that spoke of worry and wariness only struck more passion in the young tom's heart. He wanted to see everything that was off limits to him and that was only lore of the tongue. Fiery birds that were reborn from ashes, Three-headed beasts would could destroy clans with a snap of their jaws. It was all pure and glorious fun to him. An adventure that kept calling.

         APPRENTICE LIFE
Eventually as Mothtail grew his interests grew more towards battle combat. Although it was still in preparation for those dastardly demons and monsters that lurked beneath the brush. However, that part of the details were usually left out. Mothtail's mentor was a grizzled and angry tom, both mentor and apprentice social outcasts who were put together in the hopes of their distaste for everything help them bond moreso. And it couldn't have been better. Both toms only interacted when needed, yet they interacted more than they did with other members of the clan. The older tombcat occupied Mothtail with tasks to be done and always kept him busy. As soon as the sun breached the dark horizon it was time to work.

Mothtail grew at an average rate, becoming a warrior when his siblings were also graduated to the next rank. It was a pure honor and pleasure to finally be a warrior, the night of his vigil was the greatest time of his life.

        Warrior-Hood
Nowadays Mothtail doesn't think about the creatures from beyond. His largest concerns are of the bordering clans or the fresh-kill pile's stock. His imagination and creativity have been worn down with irritability and a sour mood. The most uplifting times during his warriorhood are when border skirmishes arise with Brambleclan and repealing the voices that whisper of Nightclan's weakness. Mothtail becomes very aggressive during battles and is regarded as an instigator and as being too battle-hungry, yet the urge to tear fur also has it's draw backs. He has already started multiple fights within the clan itself, hissing and spitting at fellow clanmates who aren't afraid to get their claws dirty as well. As of now he is pratically a grumpy elder at only 25 moons of age.

|| F A M I L Y ||

Mother: Riverstripe (deceased)
Father: Mothheart (deceased)

Littermates: Leopardkit, Dirtkit, Smallkit
Siblings: Swiftkit, Thistlekit, Redkit

Mate: n/a
Litter(s): n/a

|| P E R S O N A L ||

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Romantic Orientation: Homoromantic

Status: Catch his eye first.

Looking for:
|+| Quick Fling
|-| Long-Lasting Relationship
   |-| One night stand
|/| Strictly sexual
|-| Crush
|/| Too young
|-| Not interested
|/| Taken

+ = Yes
- = Maybe
/ = No

Preferences:
       - Short fur
       - Great in the battle field
       - Independent
       - Dark fur

|| R A N D O M ||

Favourites:
      - Leaf-fall
      - Vole
      - Dead silence
      - Night sky
      - Soft jingling noises

Likes:
      - Being agreed with
      - Teaching apprentices claw-to-claw fighting
      - Cold water

Dislikes:
        - Greenleaf
      - Fish
      - Yellow eyes
      - Touching/beign near other cats while sleeping

Fears:
      - Abandonment
      - Loud noises

Fighting Style:
      - Very aggressive and rutheless in battle. He's been caled out and yelled at for coming close to breaking clan law to stop attacking when you've won. Mothtail is very quick and lithe, using lightning-like attacks of both claws and teeth to stun the enemy. The most favored tactic is to puncture and open the ears of his enemies so the extra bblood will cause them to think he is doing more damage than what he really is. However, he lacks strength. An average tom is capable of beating him in a cornered arena where movement is limited.

|| R E L A T I O N S H I P S ||

Mentors: Greyclaw (nonexistant)

Apprentices: n/a

PERSONAL RELATIONS:

||Acquaintance
||Friend
||Best Friend

||Looks up to
||Respect
||Great Respect

||Slight Curiousity
||Suspicious
||Interested In

||Likes (platonic)
||Loves (platonic)
||Like Family

||Slight Crush
|| Crush
||Loves

||Slight Attraction
||Physical Attraction
||Lust

||Distant Relative
||Relative
||Close Relative

||Nervous
||Discomfort
||Scared of

||Slight Annoyance
||Dislikes
||Hates

|| Dead

NAME | RANK | BULLETS | "..."

RIPPLECLAN
*insert relationships here*

BRAMBLECLAN
*insert relationships here*

STORMCLAN
*insert relationships here*

NIGHTCLAN
*insert relationships here*

|| R O L E P L A Y ||

Timezone: CST

RP Method:
✘ ||Notes
✔ ||Comments
✘ ||Skype
✔ ||Chatrooms/Chatzy

RP Form:
✔ ||Paragraph
✔ ||Text (1-2 sentences)
✘ ||First Person
✔ ||Third Person

RP Rating:
✔ ||G/PG
✔ ||PG + 13
✔ ||M

RP Sample

Mothtail lounged at the edge of camp, his tailtip twitching at the pleasant quietness of the camp before him. Without proper knowledge it felt as though the clan was his, all of the power of a leader swelling beneath his pawpads. But he knew he wasn't. He was simply a feeble and angry tomcat with barely enough experience between his ears to catch a swallow from the sky. Both Wolfstar and Ravencry were busy doing their own business at the time. The leader in her den resting from the previous night's patrol and the deputy traversing through the moor in the hopes for prey.

Yet he was stuck here. Protecting the camp. In his mind he wondered if anyone would even want this measely strip of flat dirt and grass. There was nothing here but rabbits and the wind. The fact that everyone here knew that life on this territory was difficult while the other clans had riches of food started to creep up on his mind. What was once a mild twitch of a tailtip had now turned into an irritated occassional thump of the tail. It wouldn't be hard to just take some of Brambleclan's territory. They didn't need all of it did they?

-insert other RPer quote-

"Oh. I was just thinking about... things. Nothing to worry about." Mothtail looked at the other clan member was shadowed disinterest, turning his head away after speaking in a means to end the conversation. It was time to return to 'protecting' the camp,

(reflects on partner's writing. I can do 1 paragraph to multiple paragraphs. I will write less in action scenes and with dialogue)