The Essentials

Name: Mothspark
Prefix Meaning: Named for her pelt color that looks similar to a rain moth
Suffix Meaning: For her outgoing nature
Sex: Female
Age: 28 moons
Sexuality: Homosexual
Rank: Warrior
Role: Duneclan Nightwalker
Adopt Thread: Adoption link

The Body

Base Coat Color: Silver
Markings: Black tabby markings
Eye Color: Gold
Body Size and Build: Large and Heavyset
Fur Length and Texture: Very long thick fur
Additional Physical Traits: Broad muzzle, large ears, big eyes

Full Appearance Description: Mothspark’s long fur is a beautiful silver accented with bold black markings. Her large golden eyes stand out quite a lot against the paleness of her pelt and always seem to have a bright shine to them seemingly the only window into the young cat’s mind whenever she’s determined to mask her emotions. She’s a very large and heavyset warrior but manages to carry herself with a light stride as if all the muscle and fur on her body is weightless.

The Identity

Positive Traits: Friendly, honest, intelligent
Neutral Traits: Competitive, questioning, stubborn
Negative Traits: Argumentative, blunt, insecure

Loves: Pantherfoot
Likes: Watching the sun rise and set
Dislikes: Getting her fur wet
Hates: Being judged simply because of her pelt color
Fears: That she will never feel like she belongs anywhere in her clan
Secrets: Her insecurities about being a “duskwalker”
Dreams: To become respected and loved despite her looks

Strengths: Hunting, eyesight, stealth, and speed
Normals: Defense, hearing, smelling, flexibility
Weaknesses: Attack, swimming, climbing, jumping

The Past

Mothkit was born to two Nightwalker parents along with her two Nightwalker brothers. Her kithood was relatively uneventful and peaceful. Her parents were very loving and her siblings even more so. She did not yet know how different she was at the time and she hardly cared when Pantherkit came into her life. She found her little tagalong odd at first, but slowly grew to enjoy the other kit’s company and couldn’t see her life going on without her in it. As a kit she never really understood Pantherkit’s parents or why they wanted to so aggressively draw them apart. Not that it mattered to young Mothkit. She could see and spend time with her dark-furred friend as much as she wanted. Nothing would separate them.

Even as the two friends began their training that statement continued to ring true. Mothpaw and Pantherpaw spent every waking moment they could together, disobeying the wishes of her friend’s parents as often as they could. She enjoyed the adrenaline that came with doing so, the way her heart raced whenever she was with Pantherpaw, the way she could never stop smiling as soon as she set eyes on the other. She didn’t know what the feeling was at the time, but she seized those sensations with her claws and held on to them never wanting them to end.

Her love for Pantherpaw only grew when they finally became warriors. She was given the name Mothspark for her rambunctious and outgoing nature. While Mothspark and Pantherfoot were still close she found solace in befriending the cats who knew personally of her struggle, those who did not belong to either Daywalkers or Nightwalkers. She had become good at hiding how she felt about her standing in the clan, about how she felt hearing her clanmates whisper behind her back “Duskwalker.” She hated it. She hated how it made her feel. How it made her feel as if she didn’t belong. That she wasn’t wanted. That she was lesser.

Though those feelings she grew to sympathize with her fellow clanmates who didn’t fit in anywhere, even the Cursed she began to show compassion to knowing that they struggled just as much as she did, if not more. It pained her that her friend did not think the same, set in her ways much like the rest of the clan. The stubborn tabby was still determined to show her. To show her that the cats that were in between, those that were Cursed were not lesser. And she set that plan into action, convincing a skeptical Pantherfoot to stay awake until dawn to spend just a bit of time with her friends, the cats who sympathized with her struggle as much as she did with them. But everything turned out wrong.

Her friends were distrustful and hostile towards the black she-cat, knowing of her reputation and her views. Knowing that she saw them as lesser and that was something that they could not overlook. Pantherfoot’s skepticism had taken root and proven Mothspark wrong and she was devastated at the implication that what she’d done had caused more harm than help. After that day she distanced herself from Pantherfoot to regroup and try again. She had to. Though she never got the chance.

Pantherfoot found her alone one night and poured her emotions out to her dear friend. A confession of love and adoration that swallowed Mothspark like a tidal wave: putting into words what the molly had felt all her life and she was shocked into silence. But even with her friend’s heart right at her paws ready for her to grip it with her claws and never let go she couldn’t. She couldn’t see being anything more to Pantherfoot, not yet. She needed time. She needed time to sort herself out to make sure that she wouldn’t hurt Pantherfoot more than she already had. She loved her friend too much to hurt her with indecision. But that decision was one Mothspark would regret.

Pantherfoot had slammed down an impenetrable wall between them and nothing would break through it. Mothspark had ruined everything and there was nothing she could do to fix it. In her efforts protect her friend she had done the opposite and this time the damage was irreversible. Despite feeling in her heart that nothing could repair what she had broken a small part of her still holds out some hope that she could find that bond again.