Mossfur

[Guest]

Name: Moss
Age:Seven Moons
Gender: She-cat
Alliance:No one

Rank: Loner

Appearance: light Brown long haired with Dark brown blotches, and chest is white, Green Eyes, Pink nose with a black Spot on top.she is also smaller than the average cat, seven moons but look as if she was four moons old.

Personality: Very understanding, Instincts like a protective queen, When threaten she will never back down unless winning is not an option, rational when it comes to offensive and defensive measures. Loves to hunt and explore her own territory, always likes to be doing something.

History:Moss was born five moons ago in an abandon two-leg nest, Where her mother left Moss, the runt of the liter, to fend for herself, She learned to hunt the flying insects first and when she became three moons old she gracefully caught her first prey, A starling. She had met plenty of other majestic animals (some not as nice as others ex. fox) on her journey. Moss has been wanting to find her mother for moons now. the last glimpse of her mother Moss could remember is her green love filled eyes gazing upon Moss, and a flash of white vanishing along with meows of Mosses brother and sister never to be heard again. Moss has found it in her destiny to find somewhere she might belong and be accepted even for her small size. Not limited or thought to as weak.

RP Example: Moss Decides to stretch her cramp filled legs when the first sign of Silverpelt begins to emerge from the fading day. Moss can feel the new-leaf grass cooling beneath her paws, warmth slowly leaving her body. That was nothing new to Mosses life, She was quite adapted to not having to depend on the two legs for food, or to survive the night. She gladly would patrol her territory all night, and sleep to sun-high then get up again. Moss begins to walk steadily around the opening of her makeshift den, when she is stretched enough she makes her way out into the moonlight her glossy long brown fur looking almost silver in the light. Moss breathes in a whiff of night air and can smell the underbrush swarming with prey, Moss knew she was going to have fun tonight, She will be eating plentiful. Although Moss was joyful about the prey, she was still unhappy and lonely. Wanting to share her life with more, Moss wants a family.

[Longstorm]

I admire your enthusiasm, but we Role Play in the third person. For instance:

Scorchpoint warily padded down the steep slope, ears swiveling at the attention. He looked to the left, then the right, then continued towards his destination.

You don't say "I did this" "I did that". We do "She did this" "Moss did that". You're the observer of the story.