Mousepelt of Thunderclan

Mousepelt
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Age: 29 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Thunderclan
Short Description: A nice brown short haired Tom with green eyes and long whiskers.

Appearance:

Mousepelt is a small brown tom with green eyes and long whiskers that all this together makes him look a little like a mouse those the name. His small size, skinny body, and fur color make him look more like a Windclan cat then a Thunderclan but he rarely pays any mind to this others how ever he can only guess. Even know his fur is sort and not vary hard to clean he normally doesn't clean it vary often and it is left matted on a day to day basis unless Mousepelt is asked to clean it or some thing important is about to happen. (Like a gathering) This mostly is do to the fact that Mousepelt for the most part doesn't care how he looks thinking that what he dose for the clan is more important then how his fur looks.

When he is asked to clean his fur he makes sure it is as clean as he can make it continuing to do this for a few days till he forgets to do it again and goes back to his matted hair until someone tells him to clean it again and repeat but how knows maybe if someone asks him so many times he will make a habit out of it and clean it by him self but only time will tell. Whale it is clean it is easy to see how skinny Mousepelt really is his ribs just visible even in the heart of Greenleaf when he is the "fattest" of the year. Finally he dose have a few small scars but they are pretty much never seen because they are hidden under his fur. They are mostly from when he was a little kit playing around and nocking into things nothing from a real fight with another cat.

Personality:

Mousepelt is a bit of a shy cat with a low self esteem which commonly leads him to underestimate himself. He commonly walks by others with out even trying to speak to them the thought never really passing his mind to talk to them out of old habit of keeping to himself. On that note he likes to sleep alone if he can get away with it. Once he dose know some one well he is vary open often loving a chance to speak with them for a bit or a long time. Whether he knows some one or not he will always say exactly what is on his mind giving his completely honest opinion even if it may be a bit hurtful at times.

Even know Mousepelt is a bit shy he is a vary nice cat that has a tendency to follow his hart above everything else. Finding joy out of helping others even if they never know it was him that helped them in the first place. Commonly going out of his way to help others even if that may mean self sacrifice in the long run. Another short coming of Mouse's how ever is that he doesn't have the best of memory when it comes to names so he commonly will avoid using them when he speaks he can only remember the names of vary important cats (like leaders) or vary close friends. He believes that every debt must be repaid at some point or another.

Mousepelt has never been vary good at staying put. He always feels like he should be out doing something (this could mean hunting, patrolling, just going for a walk, or just about any thing he just can't stand being stuck in one spot for vary long) only taking brakes to rest his paws and eat if he can get away with it. Even know he was once a loner he believes in StareClan their reminding him a lot of his own mothers stories of those that have passed long ago but still kept a eye on those still alive. The last thing about him that is important to note is that he is a great hunter but a poor fighter do to his lack of experience fighting and his smaller size (this could change over his time with the clans).

History:

Mouse (his name at the time given this name for his small size, fur color, and his shy personality) had been born in what he could only describe as a cluster of twoleg dens with thunderpaths breaking them up(a town). He had grown up their for the most part care free always able to find food and never being to far away from a friendly cat. In the wormer times he had enjoyed hunting the rabbits that came by every now and then, fishing the brightly colored fish that some of the twolegs kept close to their dens, the birds that lived in the town, and ironically the mice that seemed to be were ever twolegs live. He always loving the thrill of getting his own food instead of eating the dry tasteless food the twolegs commonly offered many of the cats.

Sadly how ever the warm days soon faded and the cold days starts to come in. Soon all the rabbits were gone in hiding out of the town along with the fish how had been taken by the twolegs so Mouse swallowed what little pride he had and started commonly eating the twolegs food but tock any chance he could to hunt for him self mostly only getting birds that stayed in the town all of the time. It was at this time that he started to see something a bit strange how ever. Most of the other cats went to the same twolegs for food day after day but suddenly one would stop coming then a few days later another would go missing. This continued all the way throw the cold days with no clear answer to way showing up there were many baseless ideas going around the cats but no one was sure.

As time when on winter at lest started to ease up but there was barley any cats left in the town by the time the cold days were half over. What few cats were left stuck pretty close to gather not wanting to disappear like the others even Mouse found he sleep better at night with the others around and grow to like having them around. Mouse had done his best to help the others out by trying to show them how to hunt for them selves but with the twolegs still giving food regularly none of them really tock any interested in hunting for them selves and Mouse did not try to force the matter. Early in the morning all the cats had been heading to the first spot of the day as they always did to get food from a twolegs house when a large monster stopped ahead of them farther up the thunderpath two twolegs had gotten out of the monster one of them holding some strange reflective stick in there paws that opened up at the top which had some web like thing following the hole. Soon the other one pulled one of the sticks out as well. Not thinking much of it the cats kept on walking starting to move a little bit farther away from the thunderpath as they drew closer to the twolegs until one of the twolegs put a tray down with some dry food in it. Mouse never really caring for that food wasn't vary interested but the rest of the cats went right over to the free meal.

As the other cats ate the food the twolegs started to pet the cats slowly. Mouse had stayed away looking around losing interest quickly with these twolegs when suddenly he heard one of the other cats start hissing and moving around. The twolegs had picked up two of the cats by the skin on the back of there necks and the other two were trapped under the webbing of the reflective sticks. Mouse stayed were he was stunned for a moment as he saw one of the twolegs put the first cat in the monster then turn around to pick up another trapped under the webbing when it saw him. The twoleg started to slowly walk toward Mouse. In a mixture of fear and instinct Mouse ran as fast as he could not knowing what else to do. He ran until he couldn't run any more it was only then did he realize he had left the last of the twoleg dens long behind him and he was now deep in the forest close to town. After seeing what had happened he decided to leave the all of the twolegs behind not thinking it safe to ever go back and hating.

He spent the next two moons traveling alone aimlessly having no idea were he was going or what he was hoping to find. Luckily since he had always liked to hunt for him self any way he did not go hungry as he traveled and the days grow longer and warmer. But his thoughts commonly went back to the twoleg dens and the cats he had left behind thinking he could have done something to help them. Just a short time ago Mouse ended up finding the clan territories and started to have a interest in them and how they worked together.

At first Mouse had only watched from a distance at how the clans worked making sure to stay out of the clan territories but at first had no way of knowing they were split into four different groups. But soon he finally made up his mind to try talking to some of the cats. When he finally worked up the nerve to try and talk to them about he sat at the border of the smaller skinnier that were on the moon lands with a offering of a few rabbits he had hunted out of the clan territory to try and show he was friendly. Eventually a Windclan patrol did end up finding him at first they had seemed a bit surprised to find him offering pray to them as soon as they met but it seemed to do the trick in giving him a chance to speak to the clan cats. After talking with them a bit about the clans. Mouse had a lot to take in after this talk so he had left them saying his good byes but asking if he could speak with them again some other time.

The next few days Mousepelt was left with his thoughts with so many questions passing his mind with so few answers. He did know how ever he did not care for his life as it was now constantly moving never knowing any one were ever he went and never knowing were he was going to lay his head down as his head at night with these thoughts in his mind was brought back to the twoleg homes and all the cats he would never see again. So he decided to talk to the Thunderclan cats again and ask if they would let him join. So about three days after his first visit he sat at the wind clan border again and soon he was found by a patrol again. So he did eventually get to asking if he could join and in time was accepted but he isn't sure how well he is trusted but it didn't matter his name was now Mousepelt and he was a warrior and for now that's all that mattered.