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small long-furred grey and white tabby she-cat with dark amber eyes.
clan: windclan rank: temporary leader
reason for name: moth: for the grey tabby that marks most of her pelt flight: for her speed and nimbleness
for a windclan cat, mothstar is quite unusual in appearance. on first glance she could be mistaken for a freshly named warrior or an older apprentice, thanks to her rather small size and slight build; cats that have never seen her showing marked surprise at her being windclan leader is a sore spot for her. her fur is long, downy soft, and thick, a blend of grey tabby markings and bright white splashes. her ears are perked and tufted at the tips, her tail unusually long and plumed like a bird's feather. her face, triangular in shape, is home to almond shaped eyes that are deep amber in color, standing out among the muted colors of her pelt like autumn leaves. a picture of nimbleness and good health, she is what one would consider an objectively pretty she-cat, and yet, her small size and good looks mask a wild-minded creature with sinewy muscle and seasons of training.
to begin, mothstar is a cat born with clear intelligence. she is clever, witty, and a gifted tactician both on and off the field of battle. she has made it clear since she began her training that she would be a highly skilled and dedicated warrior: not only does she take to what she is taught with efficiency or practice ceaselessly until she grasps it, but she is endlessly devout, endlessly loyal, and endlessly driven. her ambition is a shock to some, as from all outward appearances she would not seem the cat who would fight so hard, tooth and claw, to prove herself over and over again. and yet she has her reasons, and she refuses the concept of failure.
her inability to accept her own shortcomings is a major detriment to her life, one that has fallout for those around her. she will strive to be the greatest, take every opportunity that is given and refuse to give up any pawhold, and in the process, she will bury any cat beneath her. and in doing so she pushes herself to her limits and beyond them until she's splintering apart, until the fragile bonds holding her mind together begin to tear. for mothstar's grip on reality is very faint, the miasma riddled deep inside her brain and heart and belly.
prone to intense and violent mood swings, mothstar is completely unpredictable from one day to the next. her memory of recent events often falters under the pressure of her living day by day, and cats around her will usually have to petition her more than once before their requests will stick in her mind. perhaps worst of all are her periods of complete dissociation, her grip on herself completely slipping, often wandering the territory in a haze. herbs help, but only barely. she will not eat, will not sleep, and will only communicate with a select few cats during these periods.
✥ waspstrike and birdtail are the perfect couple, ever since apprenticehood. it is known to every cat. and yet, it took many moons for them to recognize it themselves: long enough for birdtail to catch the eye of a young riverclan tom, and begin a brief whirlwind romance over the border, starry-eyed at the thrill of forbidden love. but it lost its thrill quickly, and they began to bicker, neither of them willing to sacrifice their clan loyalty for each other. the brief affair was broken off in an explosive fight by the gorge, and birdtail came home crushed, taking comfort in an old friend who had been there for her all along. someone that matched her personality, that she could love without it being wrong. it took a mistake to bring them together, they always thought.
✥ but mistakes have consequences, and this came in the form of a single kit born in early newleaf, small and tabby and white and already looking foreign to the clan she'd been born into. there were some raised brows when mothkit came into the world, but waspstrike was the proudest father that had ever visited the nursery, and what cat could question that? the resemblance was almost the same, black tabby to grey...but her fur was too thick for a windclan cat, and only got thicker. it is a miracle she stayed small, rather than taking after her father's size. the secret stayed safe with her parents.
✥ in the nursery she befriended rook-kit and crowkit, two toms that were both peculiar looking as she. they were good friends even as they moved to the apprentices' den, the newly named mothpaw taken up by a senior warrior named gorsewhisker. in her training, mothpaw was fiercely dedicated in a way that her mentor had never seen before. it was like the young she-cat had never witnessed failure, or at least refused to let herself do so. if she was unable to complete a task properly, she would insist on repeating it until she got it right. it created a disciplined efficiency in the way she performed, but he was concerned by the single-minded ambition of her behavior. she competed with her fellows, crowpaw and privetpaw - an apprentice three moons her senior - most intensely, but none more intensely than she competed with herself. she was never satisfied with her progress, never content with how well she'd performed.
✥ at her twelfth moon she became mothflight, alongside crowclaw and rooktalon, three moons after privetfur became a warrior. her competitive nature did not cease once training was over, always striving to do the most patrols or catch the most prey. the only thing that stopped her from working was when her mother went blind, and her attention became divided between warriors' duties and looking after her in the elders' den. it was at this point that her mind began to deteriorate, as though it started to crack under the pressure.
✥ mothflight was given fallowpaw as an apprentice at her twenty-fifth moon, and she performed well as a mentor, bonding with the young she-cat like a mother to her kit. two moons after fallowpaw became fallowfoot, birdtail passed on. the grief seemed to stun mothflight utterly, and for weeks she was in a daze. even crowclaw and rooktalon were barely recognized by her. only waspstrike could soothe her, and they spent a great deal of time together after birdtail's death, sharing in their grief.
✥ at her fortieth moon it was waspstrike's turn to leave; though he'd kept watch over mothflight and tried to assist her in keeping together despite her gradually deteriorating mental state, his own grief at losing his mate and closest friend since apprenticehood had swallowed him up. losing her father was the nail in the coffin for the warrior, and mothflight sank, the miasma creeping into her bones. the formerly ambitious and clever warrior became known for her scalding moods and bizarre behavior. the medicine cat of the time, ivytail, spent a great deal of time attempting to ease her strain.
✥ (read this part here) windclan lost two deputies in very quick succession: sparrowpelt, mauled by a dog, had to retire to the elders' den after losing use of her leg, and brightnose fell over the gorge in a skirmish with riverclan. in brightnose's place, most of the clan expected privetfur to be chosen as the next deputy. but maplestar, in her old age and confusion, selected mothflight instead, as though she were remembering her as her former self and not what she had become. upon reaching the moonstone to receive her nine lives, waspstrike appeared to mothflight and told her that having power would break her. despite receiving no lives and being firmly rejected by starclan in place of privetfur, mothflight chose to lie to ivytail, claiming she'd received five lives and her leader name from starclan.
green buds have begun to line the boughs of the forest, heralding the long-awaited arrival of newleaf. after a particularly vicious leafbare, the clans welcome the lengthening days and turn eagerly to the face of a warmer sun as the forest once again sets itself to grow.