The older I get,
the more fears I collect
I gather them from all the people I meet
Name:
Moss > Mossbright
Age:
51 moons
Gender:
Molly
Current Rank:
Queen
Desired Rank:
N/a
Physical Appearance:
A large, fluffy black molly with bright green eyes and missing almost half of her left ear. Much of her apparent weight is in fact fluff -- underneath it all she's actually rather lean and sharp-featured generally {though motherhood has softened those features a bit} and she was dangerously underweight when she joined the clan near the end of her pregnancy.
Personality:
Mossbright has always been an astoundingly easy molly to read. She feels strongly and openly, her thoughts and feelings an open book for all to see. She always wants to see the best in others, and while that has gotten her in trouble before she nonetheless refuses to close herself off fully from those around her. Still the times she's gotten burned linger under her skin and have made her far less willing to jump straight into something as she may once have done.
The role of a queen fits her well, and she is perfectly content in the nursery as she adores all kits -- not just her own. Still, there is a slightly mournful look in her eyes at times when she gazes at her current litter.
History:
From kithood to adulthood, Moss was... coddled a bit by her parents. She grew up warm and safe nestled in the corner of a heated barn learning to hunt fat mice and occasionally getting scraps from the two-legs who owned the building. She was always a fast learner, inquisitive and getting into everything. She'd chat happily with loners who were passing by -- taking shelter in her family's barn home and bounce around them as she heard stories of the place's they'd been and where they were going.
Eventually, when she was far into adulthood herself, she left her comfortable home to chase those stories she'd heard all her life. It wasn't easy, and in many ways she was unprepared and an easy target for those with less than good intentions. Eventually once of those such cats was a tom named Yew. He was a perfect gentleman when they met, and Moss fell hard and fast for him. It was a bit of a whirlwind really, and soon enough she found herself pregnant. Moss herself was delighted! She'd always loved kits, always wanted some of her own to love and care for deep in her heart, and those moons were actually some of her happiest.
It all came crumbling down after the kits were born however. Almost as soon as she had recovered from the kitting Yew all but chased her away from her children. She doesn't know why, he never explained, and the tussle where she struggled to keep watch over her kits ended in her losing almost half of one ear. She all but became a ghost for many moons afterward, mourning kits who she barely got to meet and whose fate was unknown to her. Moss fell in with a small group of loners eventually, even growing much closer to one of the cats within the group. That cat is the father of her current litter, though she hadn't really been trying to have another litter -- still haunted by the fate of her first -- especially with the group having been under threat of encroaching two-legs and more aggressive rogues.
It was that which separated her from her new mate, and her progressing pregnancy made it much harder for her to support herself in the time after. Until she found herself on the edge of Stoneclan's territory. With little choice she allowed herself to fully trust the patrol she originally met, and joined the clan -- being given the suffix -bright and having her kits not long after. To her relief, they were surprisingly healthy despite her struggles. That was a few moons ago.
Orientation: Pansexual
Crush: None
Mate: //
Kits: 1st litter -- Hickorypaw, Pecan, Walnut
2nd litter -- Toadkit, Reedkit, Crowkit, Bluekit
Apprentice: //
Other Information:
> Lyrics are from 'Keep You Safe' by The Crane Wives
> Mossbright's voice, while quite soft, is still firm and steady at almost all times.
> I don't have any plans for either Mossbright or Hickorypaw to figure out their relation, they will quite possibly forever be as two ships passing in the night.
Their stories reveal
Regrets their smiles can't conceal
I carry them, I carry them with me