Moonwhisker



A black and white splotched tuxedo tom with fluffy fur

Likes
The rain | walks | the feel of the wind | watching birds |

Dislikes
Dogs dogs dogs dogs | guilt | unable to find answers | storms | loud noises | cats who won't listen to him when he is definitely right |

Strengths
A quick thinker | Good at making a solid plan |

Weaknesses
Thinks he is always in the right | Antisocial | Not a fighter |

Parents
Mother: Velvetshine (NPC) - Deceased | 63 Moons | Warrior

Father: Badgerfoot (NPC) - Deceased | 67 Moons | Warrior

Siblings
Sunkit (NPC) - Deceased | 0 Moons | Kit

Enemies
Poppyhollow - Alive | 16 Moons | Warrior

Short Backstory

 * Kit Hood |

Moonkit had been a rather standoffish kit, doted on and overprotected by his parents. He was their only surviving kit and they were always too afraid of letting him go too far or play too rough. He wasn't allowed with the other kits or on his own- always by his mother's side which led to him not knowing how to talk to the other kits and later on the other apprentices.


 * Apprenticeship |

Moonpaw was more of a hard headed, resentful kit- early on losing both of his parents to greencough and having no one else he felt he could speak to. He would snap at the other apprentices and keep to himself- even to Poppypaw for a good while. At some point, the shecat just wouldn't let up and he grudgingly allowed the shecat to get close to him. Even actually softening up and craving the friendship the two had. Over time, becoming attached to her hip and admiring her bravery and how she could just handle talking to other cats in a way he couldn't. Even into their warrior ceremony, the two only became closer and he found himself enjoying the shecat's company more than anything. A feeling he couldn't describe but didn't want to end.

but...


 * Warrior |

It did, on a night where the two had gone on a stroll together. They were interrupted when dogs came at them and briefly they fought until both had to run. Moonwhisker had desperately yelled for Poppyhollow to follow him but he had already lost her. He found himself climbing up into a tree and waiting for the dog to leave until he could come down. When he returned, and he had Poppyhollow accuse him of abandoning her- guilt twisted his stomach despite knowing he didn't and he couldn't get the molly to listen no matter how many times he tried to tell her. He didn't consider her his enemy but he found himself grow quiet once more and avoid other cats if he could, feeling their wondering stares on whether what Poppyhollow said was true.

Recent History
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