Mothpaw

[Dakki ♥ ❤ ❥]

Name | Mothpaw

Gender | She-cat

Age | 6 moons

Rank | Apprentice

Clan | Fog

Beliefs | Mothpaw has not decided on what she believes just yet. As a member of Fogclan many Starclan stories were shoved down her throat. She took a step back and closed herself off to that topic, she was not one to be forced to do anything. She would make up her own mind, and will take her sweet time doing so. If Starclan was there, they made no sign that they were or not. So she still sits on the fence, but doesn't think about it often. If these cats wanted her to believe in them, they would do something to prove it.

Parents | Mother - Unknown
Father adoptive - Willowpelt

Siblings | Unknown

Other Kin | N/A

Mate | Not Yet

Crush | Not Yet

Kits | Not Yet

Mentor | Kestrelheart

Appearance | Mothpaw is basically a big ball of fur. She is a very fluffy kitten with milky white fur. It is defiantly not pure white, more cream with little hints of tan dusted in. She has a brown nose and icy white eyes. She has a long, fluffy tail and clear claws, looking almost pink in colour. There is a faded tan M on her forehead

Personality | This she-cat is very shy and hardly ever talks to anyone. She tries to avoid cats at all costs and can usually be found sitting alone, off in her own world. Mothpaw has a tenancy to drift off, escaping into her own little world. This has given her a label placed on her head; airy. There is another strange thing about Mothpaw, and that is that she doesn't talk. It's not like she can't talk, but everyone thinks that she is mute. She just doesn't want to talk, its not who she is. She likes to be silent, which has made her a great listener. She has never said a word to anyone, so the believe that she is a mute has spread throughout the clan. Only Willowpelt has ever heard her talk, and only on rare occasions. Why? Who knows. You can ask her, but she will not answer. She can communicate well with her body, learning from a young age.

To add on to this, Mothpaw is an extremely mellow cat. Never before has she gotten mad at a cat, her anger fuse is long indeed. If anyone can bother her enough to finally snap her, it would be an ugly day indeed. There will be claws and fur flying, spits and hisses cast left right and center. So if this day were to ever come, it was going to be a scary day indeed. This coupled with her none talking, it as if Mothpaw is invisible. There is nothing about her, except for her fluffy coat and beautiful eyes, that make her stand out. She is the definition of wall flower. But once you dig deeper, she is a great friend. She will stand up for her friends if its the last thing she does, a fiercely loyal kitty. Willowpelt raised her to be this way, and because she doesn't do much, she puts her all into her relationship with cats. That is, after they can get her to come near them.
Skills | Because of her refusal to speak, Mothpaw can communicate with her body well and cat read others body language more than the average cat. Not many cats can hide their true feelings from her. Mothpaw is also very light of foot, making her a great stalker, often using it to sneak up on other cats.

History | This one does not remember her past, it is full of death and her little mind blocked it out. She had rouge parents, Ginger and Jagged, who were in danger. Her father Ginger would be one to stir up trouble with other rouges, always picking fights. He was strong and bulky, and was proud to show it off. When Jagged found out that she was pregnant, she begged Ginger to tone it down so that their babies would be born in a safe environment. He agreed, and they hid away until the kits were born.

When Mothpaw and her 4 other siblings were born. Both rouges were so happy that their five kits were born happy and healthy. Mothpaw was the runt, a small little ball of white fur. After about 4 moon of peace, two male rouges found them and attacked Ginger. Jagged heard the commotion and knew that they had been found. Racing to the kits she saw that they were standing behind their father. frozen in terror. Jagged yowled at her kits, and four of them booked it to safety. Mothpaw couldn't move, and she watched in horror as her father was attacked by two cats. She heard her mother yelling at her, but she couldn't move. Her brothers and sisters had run to safety, but she couldn't budge. Her mother ran for her and grabbed the kit, running for both of their lives.

Jagged heard that the two rouges were on her tail. She wept silently for her lost mate, and wanted to save her daughter. She tossed her daughter into a bush and turned to protect her family. Mothpaw finally shook out of her daze and ran for her life. All she could hear was the dying yowls of her mother. The kit cried, and finally collapsed. Her little mind blocked out everything, and when she woke up she couldn't even remember her name.

Mothpaw was found one day by Willowpelt, a single tom that took her in and raised her. The kit didn't remember anything about her past, not that she ever said a word. At first Willowpelt thought that it was because some sort of trauma happening in her past, but it was unknown to the whole clan. Then they decided that the kit was mute, born without the ability to speak. However, they never told the kit that she was not born in the clan. She believes that she was and does not know that she was found at a very young age. She was raised with a few other kits, but she rarely played with them. In fact, she acted as if she was scared of them. She would always sit in the back corner and shiver, her ice blue eyes wide in fear. Everyone felt sorry for the little one, but she wouldn't let anyone near her. Willowpelt soon decided that she had to have something happen to her to make her this way.

As soon as Mothpaw became an apprentice, she warmed up to other cats a bit. It was always fleeting, she would creep up on a cat, rub against them and then dash away. It looked quite comical, but it was the only way that she ever came near a cat. She still does this today, sometimes simply leaning against the cat and giving a soft purr. It was only ever for a few moments, and still no words were uttered.

Critique level |Make my cat FoF suitable