Name: Mosscreek
Age: 31 moons
Gender/Pronouns: Male, he/him
Orientation: Hetero
Rank: Warrior
Desired rank: Deputy (maybe one day... maybe)
Allegiance: Isleclan
Appearance: Gray tabby tom with white belly and toe. Amber eyes. He has long, thick fur that helps keep his skin drier when he swims. He also has a dark russet patch on his flank which resembles a puddle, and streams of russet going up his long, fluffy tail.
Personality: A fairly strong-minded warrior. He is passionate in what he believes in, but can be seen as a very different cat between when he is supposed to be serious or fun. When you have his undivided attention, he can be a wise warrior, and often has strong ideas on what to do in situation (as long as it is not sudden death; then he may panic. It really depends). However, he is often impatient as well, and easily distracted. He enjoys spending time with apprentices. He is cat that gives respect to those who he believes deserve it, and whom will protect those who are weaker.
History: Born outside the clan as a loner, Moss grew up under the care of his often careless and impatient mother, Stark. When Moss was two moons old, he met his father for the first time. Truly met him. He had been distant, but seemed strong and well-liked by others. However, that night, Moss woke up in the night to hear his parents fighting, his mother complaining that Jay was never there. Jay acted nonchalant and careless, and Stark became extremely angry. Moss's father ended up walking away. Moss never say him again, and his mother was angry and upset for many days. After a while, she grew distracted. She did try to care for her kits the best she could, but Moss knew her heart was not truly in it, and she spent many hours a day away. Once her kits where weaned, she began walking into the Twolegplace to find food for them, but she barely spoke to them, did not even eat with them. Any patience or kindness she had had before Moss had met his father had waned, and over time, Stark's adventures became longer and longer. One day, when Moss was four moons old, she touched her nose to his ear before she left, and did not come back in the evening. His siblings, having never been close, split up, and Moss spent every morning hunting in the forest near the Twolegplace he had been born in. While he feared the wild originally, he quickly discovered the plethora of food and opportunities it offered, and began practicing hunting everyday. He began spending more and more hours there, Everyday, much as his mother had with the world beyond his nest, Moss spent more and more time among the trees and in the streams, only trudging back as the sun began to set beneath the treetops. Until one day, when he looked up and realized, as the sun began to set, that he did not want to go back to the home he had known. So, as night settled in around him, he set his paws towards the heart of the forest, and left his old home behind.
Mosscreek became the member of Isleclan a couple of moons later, as an apprentice. He was found wondering in and out of the Clan's borders, where he had ended up after days of traveling from his former home. His deft hunting skills and ability to creep among the trees and between the banks of the river like a shadow caught the attention of the Clan, and they invited him to become one of them after a few days. While his first few days in the camp were nerve-wracking and quite unfamiliar, his new classmates were welcoming, and relatively patient with him. After three moons, Mosspaw felt nothing but pride for his new home.
Mother: Stark (unknown location - npc)
Father: Jay (unknown location - npc)
Siblings: Bella (sister - unknown location), Tiger (brother- unknown location)
Crush: none atm (open!)
Mate: none atm (open~)
Kits: none atm
Other: Nope, just relationships are open!~
