Cat Name: Mothkit~Mothpaw~Mothdance.
Tom or She-Cat: She-cat.
Favorite Warriors Character(s):Team Ashfurrrrrrrrrrrr .3. Crowfeather, Feathertail, Squirrelflight, Leafpool, Cinderpelt, and Yellowfang.
Familiarity with the series: On the Third Series.
Appearance: Moth is a golden tabby. Her stripes are lighter, darker, and some are white. She has a raspberry pink nose, and one green eye and one glowing gold, just like her mother's. She has a long bushy tail -covered in stripes and spots-, that often gets stuck in things, and big ears with small tuffs of fur on the end. Her paw pads are pink, just as her nose is, as well as the inside of her over-sized ears. She has a thin and smaller body, and medium sized legs. Although she has no birth defects, Moth is smaller then other cats, as well as her siblings.
Personality: Spunky, hyper, child-like, happy-go-lucky. Easily angered, yet will always love you know matter what. Moth has a some trust issues, and only trust her brother and sisters, Sparrowkit, Badgerkit and Pantherkit fully. She sticks firmly to the warrior code, but is open to others who struggle with it, or break it intentionally. Moth loves kittypets.
Origins: WindClan and ShadowClan, but she'll be with her family.
RP Sample (A short paragraph of how you would RP): It had been a long day, yet the sun was still at work, setting the world ablaze, as well as the small she-cat that sat beside a couple of delicate wild flowers. She looked up, her one green eye, one yellow eye illuminated by the burnish yellow ball of burning gas in the sky. A bigger she-cat sat beside her, swirling in the air, and surronded by a thick cloud of sparkling star dust. All around them, small balls of light swayed to-and-fro in an unreadable dance. The small she-cat looked to the bigger she-cat, her stripped tail flicking.
"Mama, what are those things." The small kit's multicolored eyes were wide with excitement.
"Those are fire-flies, dear Mothkit." Her mother answered. Mothkit found delight in this, and went to sway with the small sparkling creatures. The sun set.
"Mama, are you going to play with-" She looked back, but her mother was gone in a flash of sparkling light and glittery air. Up above, a star twinkled brighter than the others. Mothkit cried out in loneliness, as her mother, and the fire-fly friends left her all alone.
