Moosepaw of Treeclan

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n i n e || h e t e r o s e x u a l || a p p r e n t i c e

I WAS LOOKING FOR A BREATH OF A LIFE, A LITTLE TOUCH

OF HEAVENLY LIGHT, BUT ALL THE CHOIRS IN MY HEAD SAND

NO OH OH OH 

a tall tabby brown  and white lass with large amber eyes.
- 001, 002, 003, 004, 005, 006, 007, 008

when it comes to size, moosepaw was name correctly for once. being the largest kit of her litter - followed closely by her younger brother and then her eldest, moosepaw dominates their skies by at least 5 cms. her height is thanks to her longer then normal, legs that carry a very lean and slim looking figure that many would describe as being a typical 'hillclan' body figure - however, it stems back to her great-grandparents who were of both thunderclan and windclan descends and happened to mate with each other. her lineage, follows a direct and thorough link between the two ancient clans and has thus lead her to be born just before, or during the official clan settling. with her long limbs and long tail to match - she has near perfect balance, something she can pride herself in. but with her body comes her fur; which is medium length, marked with a rich brown texture, that is flecked with the normal black tabby markings. however, there are several spots on her person that is colored a rich yellowy color that looks almost like dying grass, as well as her muzzle, underbelly, legs and tip-tail all consist of being colored white. her nose is rather out there - standing out as a brilliant pink color, and above all else are her eyes. they are a deep amber coloring that have a ring of green seeming around the pupil.

there are many things cats will call the quiet giant some say she is a scary-cat whose emotions of fear and panic will get in the way of her every day life. but in truth, moose is simply a timid cat by nature. in other words,  don't go running up behind her shouting boo. but being a large cat in this world doesn't have it's advantages, where as when she was a kit, moose could easily hide between the paws of her elder clan mates, she is now stuck being taller then most; standing above average and being a bit of a lanky monster with a gooy inside. but with this timid nature it makes her prey to all those around her, whether they be bullies or enemies on the battle field - they will notice her inability to truly rush into the fight and attack her. in fear her fight and flight responses will choose flight and she will usually run for days if she has to.  but above all else, she is a soft, king and gentle she-cat, one whose own heart is as light as a feather may be, and as soft as fur. generally, any cat who spends time with the timid giant will find that she is one who will willing offer a paw to any of those who need it and is gentle enough to coax even the most timid of creatures from their dens (namely little kits who run off in search of adventure). where one would think it possible; she is beyond protective over her clanmates and will shake in her boots, but stand between a towering fox and an injured clan mate any day. she just doesn't know it yet. her friends and family will notice a small sliver of this protective boldness when her usually soft voice raises loud and clear to defend them - even if she huddles back after voicing it. 

when one looks past all that they find a humble, fair, obedient she-cat whose heart is far to trusting for the life of a clan cat. where her humble being is a constant reminder of who she is and why she's here, there are times when being a humble cat get her into trouble. when she speaks so lowly of herself she is often swatted by her best friend, beetlepaw - for some reason or another she does not know, but she always seems to find a way to compare herself to her outspoken friend. fair, in judgement and in truth - where she has often known that bad things will happen if she does things fairly, she has known little of the word and does not understand that sometimes, even when she has done something fair, it will come back to haunt her. like when she caught the mouse just inside creekclan's borders, forgetting the scent markers; she willingly admitted and returned to the mouse to the creekclan cats with a soft and apologetic smile. but it comes down to the fact that above all else she is obedient and will listen to no cat but her leader - when it comes down to the final line. though her heart has swelled and allowed other judgements in; such as when she willingly goes on those pesky adventure with her friend - or when her brothers dare her to do something or another, she will listen, if only because her friends asked her to do so. but it is in trust that she lacks true wisdom and knowledge. where she is a trusting cat and other can tell her things and she will never spare a word to another, it is her unwavering trust in others that is chilling. she puts trust into the first cat she sees and will tell them anything she knows if they ask her, and before she knows what is happening, they will betray her and she is left to feel the guilt.

but then one will notice that she is a dependable cat, even if in the moments leading up she may appear cowardly or thoughtless. she is truly only able to overcome her own inner demons in the name of others and that is truly something that will affect her down the road - when she becomes a warrior, or even during that ceremony. however it is in those moments of dependableness that one will find her cowardly actions speak louder then any words. she will shake, fidget and even tear up in her own fright, but there is a saying she will speak; after it's all done and in the after glow of the adrenaline rush she gets. 'I may be a coward, but at least  I will admit it; does that not give me a certain strength?' and with that she will thoughtless do as the cat will ask and take the problems that follow after. but she is stubborn cat, and will stand her ground to take the fall if she truly believes the other cat is innocent - putting to much trust into her judgements as well. brave can be another word to describe her in those moments, where her head is not bowed but raised, a fire burning in her eyes as she speaks loud and clear over others voices about how she thinks they are innocent until proven guilty. she believes in justice.

birdcall was a beautiful tabby brown she-cat with white socks, and the prettiest blue eyes. she was of thunderclan born and bred to be the purest of the purest. she was a innocent cat, freshly made from the apprentices into a warrior - had never seen a day of war and when she met war-harden whitefrost of windclan, a white tom with burning amber eyes - he had seen her innocence and had been taken with her.  whitefrost would take birdcall from the crumbling clans in the dead of the night; where birdcall was heavy with kits and the two would run for the hills - and in those moments, gentle and soft eyes turned hard and cold and distant. from them a lineage cat be discovered, one that falls straight down to a young she-cat named bramble (bramblefrost). bramble was a sweet cat when she had been young, but after her parents joined up with this new leader cat, tree, she became distant and spiteful. bramble became bramblefrost and she took on the first tom who challenged for her heart; midnight (darkshade).

the two cats fought with each other, but no one could deny that when the other wasn't looking, one would twin their tails together and they would fume as one. so when bramblefrost became pregnant, she let all hell break lose and the two easily angered cats waited and watched; and soon three kittens were born to them. each as large as their father. elk-kit was the eldest, he was a large but lean cat whose body possessed a more windclan descendent look. next was the only she-cat, moosekit with her lean windclan descendent look and finally a young tom named cariboukit who looked to be the descendent of a thunderclan cat. as a kitten, young moosekit was always found huddling beside her mother; listening carefully as her mother whispered dreams into her kitten's ear. moose would be born at the dawning of the clan's official formation - if not slightly before it. she was instantly named moosekit and has known no other name other then that. she would grow up in a peaceful environment, her mother shelter her only daughter; her mate even doing so - all the while elk-kit and cariboukit would run head first into the world and discover it's mysterious.

but young moosekit would sit back, watch them and learned from them - her innocent little eyes watching and recording everything they did wrong to benefit her in this world. she watched and one day her brothers convinced her to go into the forest and she followed, timidly and cowardly - it came to be that just before she watched as her brother dared her to eat these pretty berries; something she would of done; 'coward!' - had it not been for her father stepping in and telling them that those were holly berries and that they killed any cat who ate them. from where the two toms stood staring at their sister who had dared to show any courage, they could see a tiny bit of her innocence fall, but she forced herself away from the berries and smile up at her daddy; 'but death is another life daddy, but thank you, i will never touch those again. she would come to the conclusion, she would watch greyscar from the distance, watch this smoke cat from the distance as well. she wanted to be a medicine cat, she wanted to know of herbs and how to heal - to save lives. but it would not happen, not until after she had gained her apprentice name and was eight moons old. 

she would follow a kitten from the camp, losing sight of him only once, before catching him with his jaws wide almost ready to devour the red berries she had nearly eaten via dare. 'don't eat those, those are holly berries!' she would meow after yanking him from the berries, a small amount of courage and bravery in her, but soon it would vanish and she would shy away. but from that day forth she gained a new friend.

bramblefrost, mother, 33.

darkshade, father, 39.

elkpaw, brother, 9, 001

cariboupaw, brother, 9, 001

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