- Jun 9, 2024
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Mossthorn is a not a vain she cat. She doesn’t spend hours of the day searching for any reflective surface she can, looking to catch glimpses of herself. Today, however, was different. If anyone were to go looking for her, for she wasn’t on a patrol, and she wasn’t in the nursery she so loved, they would find her hunched over the sun warmed pool, gray eyes narrowed and paw lifted to touch her muzzle, using her claws to part hairs, leaning in closer to the pool so she could see better.
The rustling of dry grass alerts her to the presence of another. Reluctantly, she tears her gaze away from the water, eyebrows knitted together in obvious distress. "Oh Coldbite… thank the stars you’re here" she beckons him closer with a swooping motion of her paws, several times actually in order to display how urgent it was. "I need you to look at something and tell me darling… this can’t be a gray hair can it?" she lifts her paw to her face again, tapping the spot she could have sworn she had seen it earlier. "Oh please tell me it’s not! I’m not ready to join the elders yet"
// please wait for @COLDBITE to post first
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MOSSTHORN WINDCLAN WARRIOR ; SHE / HER; SISTER TO TBD ; MATE TO COLDBITE
A feisty she cat with a heart of gold. Her appearance is befitting her tunneler status, as she stands shorter than most, and her sleek black fur excels at repelling the dirt that she shifts through. Her eyes are such a light blue color that they appear gray and upon her pelt she wears many scars, testaments to the battles she has fought in her lifetime.
✦ Skilled & experienced in combat. Fights dirty.