Name: Mothstorm (Mothkit -> Mothpaw -> Mothstorm)
Age : 55 moons
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Clan: Volcanoclan
Rank: Warrior
Crush: Open
Mate: None
Kits: None
Siblings:
Lilacpaw,
Ashfur,
PeonypeltParents:
Junipertooth;
VulturejawApprentice: Open
Former Mentor: Open
Friendships: Open
Physical Description: Mostly furless striped orange tom
Scars/Injuries: The unfurred parts of his body are littered with little, superficial scars. Almost everything leaves a mark as he has no protective layer of fur.
Strengths: Hard working, loyal, not afraid to get his paws dirty
Weaknesses: Sensitive, quick to anger, blunt, melancholy
Likes: Blackberries, the cool rain, spending time with the elders
Dislikes: People focusing on his looks, sunburns, herbs he has to chew
Fears: Suffering a fatal wound due to his coat.
Background: Mothstorm was one of four kits between Junipertooth and Vulturejaw. They expected hairless kittens, as Vulturejaw was hairless himself, but they didn't expect anything quite like Mothstorm. He was born completely hairless like his siblings, but by the time he was an apprentice, he had grown fur in an odd pattern. The medicine cat assured them, while weird, it was natural and there was nothing wrong with their baby boy. He was given poultices to avoid sunburn like his father had, and all was right as rain. He made an excellent apprentice, praised for how hard he worked and how loyal to his clan he was. Sadly, his sister, Lilacpaw, died as an apprentice to an adder strike. His other two siblings would live fulfilling lives, alongside his parents. Junipertooth died of greencough when she was 85 moons old, having lived a full and rich life. Vulturejaw would go on to be retired to the elder's den, and died a few moons later of a broken heart.
His brother, Ashfur, lived to be 45 moons and died bravely defending the Clan from an outsider. His other sister, Peonypelt, passed just last moon of complications during kitting. The kits passed as well, bringing a great sorrow to Mothstorm who had hoped to have a niece of nephew to help raise. He has taken the loss in stride, however; making sure everyone in the Clan knows he is committed to them.
Theme song:
Far Away
Name: Oldpaw (Oldkit -> Oldpaw -> Oldwhisker)
Age : 15 moons
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Clan: Volcanoclan
Rank: Apprentice
Crush: Open
Mate: None
Kits: None
Siblings:
Kestrelpaw,
Dourkit,
DaisykitParents:
Wisteriacloud;
GraynoseApprentice: Open
Former Mentor: Open
Friendships: Open
Physical Description: Elderly looking yellow tabby tom
Scars/Injuries: Scars where a fox bit him across his torso, ear tip chewed off, two scars on forehead
Strengths: Bold, wise, good with teamwork
Weaknesses: Suffering the effects of trauma, lazy, bad memory
Likes: The idea of being deputy one day, rabbit, the scent of mint
Dislikes: His name, large predators (especially foxes), his apprenticeship training
Fears: Being caught by another fox.
Background: Oldpaw was born 15 moons ago to parents Wisteriacloud and Graynose. He was one of four kits, his other siblings being Kestrelpaw, Dourkit, and Daisykit. When he was born, Graynose thought his kit looked like a little elder. He found this so funny that he named him Oldkit. Dourkit and Daisykit caught greencough (believed to be from Junipertooth) and, unfortunately, passed. Oldkit and Kestrelkit would go on to become apprentices. When the pair were 11 moons old, on the verge of their assessments, their mentors decided to bring the siblings out together to train. What they didn't expect was the fox that was rampaging through the clan's grounds. It managed to sneak up on the group and grabbed Kestrelpaw first. After throwing him aside, it managed to barge past the two mentors and grab Oldpaw. He was just as roughly shaken and tossed like his brother was. Neither were dead, but in bad condition. A patrol was passing by at the time and the cats, with the mentors, fought off the fox. Kestrelpaw's wounds were too severe and he passed as a result. Oldpaw's injuries were dire and he was under the watchful eye of the medicine cat for four moons before making a recovery. His body tells the story of what happened to him, loud and clear, and it haunts him. He has nightmares most nights and tries to find ways out of his training. He doesn't mind doing patrols because of the sheer amount of cats in a patrol, but one on one training is terrifying to him.
Wisteriacloud never did get over the loss of Kestrelpaw and her late mate, Graynose. She claimed that being in the Clan everything reminded her of her loss: her kits, her mate. Under the dark of night, she sneaked out of the camp; never to be seen again. Oldpaw suffers abandonment issues as a result.
Theme song:
Falling
