NightClan (Always Accepting)

[terpsichora]

"Huh?" Sapphire said. "You know that cat who was controlling Jet, Burningheart don't you?" Sparks hissed as she approached the stranger.

[#Spirit]

Thornstar looked at her as if she didn't know, she tilted her head. "Haven't heard of him, is he from LeafClan?" she questioned

[terpsichora]

"You seem just like him. There is no mistaking it." Sparks' eyes narrowed. She rushed toward the cat and scratched Thornstar.

[goldwolf1029]

(Wanted to double check first :3 sorry if it's too long....)

Username- Goldwolf1029
Cat name- Mossfur
Gender- Tomc
Age (in moons)- 19 Moons
Rank- Warrior
Desired rank- Warrior
Appearance (picture or just a description)- Mossfur, at first glance, would seem to be like any other average Tom. By no means is his physical appearance of that in which could challenge most in beauty or gloss. It's made thick and coarse, like a tangled bush or bedding with brambles. His coat is unique all on its own indeed. The grey-ish orange saddle coat that fades to a white under belly. The orange is like a fine dust throughout his top coat and is non-existent underneath. This featured coat makes it an easy catch when it comes to stalking prey at dusk and dawn or in the fall. Spring and winter are no easy task though and he works his best to make do for the clan.

Underneath all the fur is well defined muscle. Slick from all the rough treatment given to him by litter mates and own personal goals made at such a young age have helped to keep it as so. The stretched and thick cords of muscle could be compared to that of the twine (leash) found dangling after the dogs that have been seen around the two legs. These muscles help aid in the ability to throw out fierce blows that, at times, can wound deeply, but mainly just cause brief pain or confusion if the blow is delivered directly to another's maw.

His body is lean but on the smaller side. The fur that seems to hang and puff out only slightly from his body makes him seem bigger then he truly is. His ears are pointed and of the average size, always perched forward and alert. Eyes are perfectly rounded and positioned in the center of his face with the striking darker blue color that captivates most and scares few. His paws are slightly large but not by much and they hold well rounded claws that end in a fine point. The last little detail he contains would be his long curvy tail that brushes out into a softer fur then the rest of his coat.

Personality (personality is a must)- Mossfur is one of those outgoing yet reserved type of cats. If you talk to him then you are in for an ear full, but if you leave him be then he is calm and collected. He mostly inhabited this nature from parents, his father being quiet and shy and his mother bubbly and chatty with all. It's not totally understandable to why this is; it's just how he was raised. He has never had any true anger or hatred towards anyone and plans to keep it that way. 

His intelligence is a force to be reckoned with all on its own, having the smart and quick wits to know the exact moment his foe or prey will be weakest when on the move. He's able to practically calculate when would be the best time to strike, and having the small frames has makes all the more easier. But without the strength to backup his wits, all the right moments won't be of any use to him unless he is hunting. Mossfur is well aware of his disadvantage that heading a battle and tends to tag team with others for that, yet again his wits come into play.

He has a very easy going personality around others, one that seems to send off a vibe that says 'hey I'm friendly, come talk to me' and that makes it easy for him to make friends, well when he tries at least. It can be a challenge since he does fall back on his father’s personality at times and crawls into the shell instead of bouncing around and trying to be cozy with everyone. Mossfur usually keeps his anger and frustration in check but it has been know to slip. Though this maybe a rare occasion, it has happened and seems like a scary sight.
Brief history-From the moment Mosspaw was given the privilege of being able to explore, he was a different cat. Brambletooth, his father, was taken by Starclan the very same day by Greencough. Greyfeather, Mosspaw's mother, followed soon after. Those harsh times fazed him deeply but he knew better then to hang onto the grief and ruin his chances at becoming a true warrior that would make his parents proud. He put himself through vigorous training, always begging with his mentor to stay out for as long as possible and practice. He became light and graceful on his feet, able to stalk through the forest and hardly make a sound. When it became time for his test as a warrior, he passed with flying colors, catching over six prey and even finding his mentor that had hidden himself in a free limb to watch and observe.
Mate/crush- None at the moment
Kits- N/A
Kin- N/A
Clan/ Residence- Nightclan
Other- N/A

[~Bri Frozen~]

(recap? sorry, only 1 post yesterday, my mom was doing my hair crazy for wacky wednesday for spirit week)

[#Spirit]

Thornstar hissed, "why are you attacking me?" she took a step back, trying to seem calm. She looked at the cat, "I was only watching your battle, I wouldn't go up against two cats, if I were you," she warned her

[#Spirit]

(Wanted to double check first :3 sorry if it's too long....)

Username- Goldwolf1029
Cat name- Mossfur
Gender- Tomc
Age (in moons)- 19 Moons
Rank- Warrior
Desired rank- Warrior
Appearance (picture or just a description)- Mossfur, at first glance, would seem to be like any other average Tom. By no means is his physical appearance of that in which could challenge most in beauty or gloss. It's made thick and coarse, like a tangled bush or bedding with brambles. His coat is unique all on its own indeed. The grey-ish orange saddle coat that fades to a white under belly. The orange is like a fine dust throughout his top coat and is non-existent underneath. This featured coat makes it an easy catch when it comes to stalking prey at dusk and dawn or in the fall. Spring and winter are no easy task though and he works his best to make do for the clan.

Underneath all the fur is well defined muscle. Slick from all the rough treatment given to him by litter mates and own personal goals made at such a young age have helped to keep it as so. The stretched and thick cords of muscle could be compared to that of the twine (leash) found dangling after the dogs that have been seen around the two legs. These muscles help aid in the ability to throw out fierce blows that, at times, can wound deeply, but mainly just cause brief pain or confusion if the blow is delivered directly to another's maw.

His body is lean but on the smaller side. The fur that seems to hang and puff out only slightly from his body makes him seem bigger then he truly is. His ears are pointed and of the average size, always perched forward and alert. Eyes are perfectly rounded and positioned in the center of his face with the striking darker blue color that captivates most and scares few. His paws are slightly large but not by much and they hold well rounded claws that end in a fine point. The last little detail he contains would be his long curvy tail that brushes out into a softer fur then the rest of his coat.

Personality (personality is a must)- Mossfur is one of those outgoing yet reserved type of cats. If you talk to him then you are in for an ear full, but if you leave him be then he is calm and collected. He mostly inhabited this nature from parents, his father being quiet and shy and his mother bubbly and chatty with all. It's not totally understandable to why this is; it's just how he was raised. He has never had any true anger or hatred towards anyone and plans to keep it that way. 

His intelligence is a force to be reckoned with all on its own, having the smart and quick wits to know the exact moment his foe or prey will be weakest when on the move. He's able to practically calculate when would be the best time to strike, and having the small frames has makes all the more easier. But without the strength to backup his wits, all the right moments won't be of any use to him unless he is hunting. Mossfur is well aware of his disadvantage that heading a battle and tends to tag team with others for that, yet again his wits come into play.

He has a very easy going personality around others, one that seems to send off a vibe that says 'hey I'm friendly, come talk to me' and that makes it easy for him to make friends, well when he tries at least. It can be a challenge since he does fall back on his father’s personality at times and crawls into the shell instead of bouncing around and trying to be cozy with everyone. Mossfur usually keeps his anger and frustration in check but it has been know to slip. Though this maybe a rare occasion, it has happened and seems like a scary sight.
Brief history-From the moment Mosspaw was given the privilege of being able to explore, he was a different cat. Brambletooth, his father, was taken by Starclan the very same day by Greencough. Greyfeather, Mosspaw's mother, followed soon after. Those harsh times fazed him deeply but he knew better then to hang onto the grief and ruin his chances at becoming a true warrior that would make his parents proud. He put himself through vigorous training, always begging with his mentor to stay out for as long as possible and practice. He became light and graceful on his feet, able to stalk through the forest and hardly make a sound. When it became time for his test as a warrior, he passed with flying colors, catching over six prey and even finding his mentor that had hidden himself in a free limb to watch and observe.
Mate/crush- None at the moment
Kits- N/A
Kin- N/A
Clan/ Residence- Nightclan
Other- N/A

Accepted! Wow o-o

[goldwolf1029]

(Sorry haha I was chewed out once for not being detailed and I've been detailed ever since. Where can I come in at?)

[#Spirit]

(Anywhere, you can just be sitting in the camp... or you can talk to one of the cats or something :3 actually, Sparks is in a fight atm so maybe start there? You can be hunting then notice her or something like that)

[~Bri Frozen~]

(HELLLOOOOOO? RECAP? I NEED IT)