Moss

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User; Burnt! :]

Name; Moss.

Gender; Tom.

Rank; Loner.

Home;

Loner. To be more specific, he's made a hollow log his home, gathering moss for his nest and sleeping there, comfortably shielded from the wind and rain. He plans on moving around, though, so that he's never in the same place for too long.

Age; Five moons.

Pelt;

Mosskit's pelt is decorated with nearly every color in the book. His father being black and white, and his mother being ginger tabby and white, he's got the whole shabang. His chest, belly, and front legs and paws are all white, making up the majority of his body. His face is also white in part, but ginger adorns his cheeks and one ear, with a couple dark tabby stripes in the mix, and the top of his head, other ear, half his nose, a spot on his chin, and around both his eyes (like messily doen eyeliner) are all black or mostly black. His back has got splotches of ginger tabby and black, and his tail is solid orange with a black tip. His fur is soft and delicate for such a rough cat, like silk to the touch. It dirties easily, but he bathes often enough to keep his pelt bright most of the time. His appearance betrays his personality in other ways as well, as he's a very tiny cat compared to most. Even though he's only five moons old, he could probably pass for two or three, being such a small size. It can be useful, though, and his body is already showing potential. He's got a very lean, sturdy body, not incredibly built, but lithe and quick, the perfect kind of build for a loner.

Eyes;

They say the eyes are a window into the soul, but only when there's a soul to be found. Moss's are blank and exhausted looking all the time, as if his patience for the world around him is running out. They're a deep grey-green color, but can look blue if the light hits them a certain way. They are also the origin of his name; his foster mother called him Moss because of his eyes.

Personalities;

You could sum it up by saying 'pissed off' or 'angry', and it would fit quite well, but really it's much more complex than that. He's hardened on the outside, grumpy and annoyed with everything he lays eyes on, because the way he sees it, everything around him is irritating and annoying. The way he was raised, with such care and comfort, was all taken from him in one day, one moment, one sunrise, so why should he take any more chances? He feels abandoned, and his anger towards his mother and brother and false sister is so strong that he has to have an outlet for it somewhere, so he's chosen everything and everyone. He's got a soft side too, though, the side of him that he doesn't allow anyone to see, no matter what. In truth, he's hurt and suffering, but with his tough-guy outer shell, you'd never know, and that's just the way he likes it. If no one knows that he's really not all he pretends to be, then who's to say that he really isn't? It's like when a tree falls in the woods and no one's there to hear it, is it really falling at all? So if his heart is really broken, but know one hears or sees it, it's really not broken at all, right?

Features/specialties;

Being so young, he doesn't excel particularly in anything, but is definitely good at keeping himself alive. His instincts are sharp, and though he's young, he can already hunt fairly well, and has an uncanny sense of when something terrible is going to happy, almost as if he should be a medicine cat reading signs. It can be off sometimes, so he doesn't always pay it attention, but when he feel something in the pit of his stomach, his gut, he's bound to follow it through eventually.

History/Family;

He was born to a young she-cat in CycloneClan and an unknown warrior or rogue. Know one knows the tom's name, though it is said that he was a ruthless cat. His mother, terrified of the consequences of his and his kin's birth, abandoned them a moon or so after they were kitted, telling the clan that she'd taken them out of camp and a fox had stolen them from her. She was truly devastated that she'd left her kits to die, and didn't have to fake the grieving process. She had no idea that somewhere out there, her kits were making it on their own. Fortunately, a loner she-cat who had a kit of her own found them and decided to wean them until they could eat hard food. Two made it out of the harsh leaf-bare, but the loner who had taken care of them disappeared one day, taking Mosskit's brother with her. He was left alone out in the forest, and had to learn the hard way how to hunt and find, and is still teaching himself.

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[Kizzy Kat]

^{Very nice in details! I like your extended way of saying things, and the picture is just beautiful! I love the cat! Do you just wander the unknown territories, or live in Trash City, were exactly is his area? I might make unclaimed territory boards too, so he could wander through there if that's where his area is.}