Mossykit of Thunderclan

MOSSYKIT(mossyfoot)
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Age: 5 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Kit
Clan: Thunder
Short Description: A short legged, mossy-brown and white she-cat with faded green eyes.

Appearance:

Mossykit's most striking feature is her extremely short legs. They are so short, in fact that her belly nearly brushes the ground. This makes her average length body look very long and weasel-like. Her tail is fluffy and too long for how short she is, while her paws seem a little too big. She has grown into them more than before, though. Her head matches her body and actually looks okay and not too large. Her muzzle is tipped in a dark pink nose with black on the edges, and her round eyes are a grayish, mossy green color. Her ears are small compared to her face, but not so small that they look awkward. The pelt that stretches over Mossykit's body is mod-length until it gets to her tail where it fluffs out and becomes long haired. Even though her muzzle is white, the rest of her face is an odd golden color similar to that of sand, with two darker spots above her eyes. The back of her head, neck, and over her shoulders is a mossy-brown color that widens to encompass her haunches and tail. This leaves her chest, muzzle, belly, forelegs, and hind paws all white which fades into the brown just behind her hind legs on her underside.

Personality:

Sarcastic:

As young as she is, Mossykit is a very sarcastic she-cat with a sharp tongue and a tendency to be rude to even her mother or father. She's quick witted and will jump on anything to east or put someone down. Many cats think that she just hates everything, but don't know what goes on in the nursery. This young kit is especially rude to toms and makes an effort ot point out how little she trusts them.

High-and-mighty:

Because she feels as low as she does, Mossykit acts very high and mighy and tries to make herself sound like the best of the nursery or the clan in general. she's obnoxious because of this and has very few friends. Mossykit is bossy and commanding as a part of this, and will often times try to order even apprentices around, much less the other kits. It is unfortunate that she acts the way she does because other wise she would be a strong, worthy kit to become a warrior.

Jealous:

Mossykit's jealousy is the worst part of her personality. She is jealous of every cat in Thunderclan and dislikes them for that reason. Mossykit wants all attention on her and will sometimes do very wrong things to get it, even if the consequences are bad afterward. Underneath it all, Mosskit is just lonely and afraid. She would never admit it, but if someone could put up with her for long enough, they may become friends at one point

History:

The Three moons that Mossykit has been alive have been hard, bitter, and trying. She was born to a she-cat who hadn't wanted a litter and a tom who swore the litter was not his. Mossykit's litter was an average one at three kits, two she-kits and one tom. Mossykit was the only one of her litter with short legs, and because of her birth defect, her mother was accused to cheating, which broke her fragile mother. Mossykit's siblings, Fernkit and Gorsekit were well taken care of for the most part, although her mother often neglected the kit who had shattered her chances with the tom she had loved. Mossykit only stood as a symbol of what her mother had not wanted and what had gone wrong. It was another queen in the nursery who took the kit in and named her so that she would grow up at least along side her siblings. Many of the clan believed that Mossykit would not become a warrior because of her tiny legs, and she has been teased for this by her siblings and the other kits in the nursery.

Once she had opened her eyes and was able to walk and run, the majority of the can began to see just how flexible and agile the young cat was and the talk of her not becoming a warrior died down quickly, although she was still teased on occasion. It wasn't long after she started being able to explore the came that she ran into the tom who had 'not' fathered her and even though they looked very much alike, he nearly threw her when she asked if he was her father. Terrified and angry at the tom, she went back tot he queen who was raising her. About the time she turned two moons old, an apprentice lured her away in the pretense of a game and bullied her fiercely for her short legs. When she couldn't protect herself, the small she-cat realized just how at a disadvantage she was and began acting as the sarcastic and haughty she-cat she is today. Still sometimes teased, Mossykit is more likely to swipe at your nose with her claws than laugh along now days.