Mottledpelt | Queen | ShadowClan

[ivyy]

Name: Mottledpelt (change the suffix to whatever you like)
Gender: Female
Age: 33 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Queen (Will be a normal warrior again soon)
Apprentice: None
Love Interest: She's still very upset about her mate.

Kin:
Scotchtape | Father | NPC
Sluttyface | Mother | NPC

Firekit | Son | Sydney
Sorrelkit | Daughter | Yellow
Cloudkit | Son | Ivy

Description:
Mottledpelt is a mixture of three colors, white, ginger, and a dark gray. Her three kits are these colors, exactly. Firekit is ginger, Cloudkit is white, and Sorrelkit is the striped gray. She is quite long, and of average build. Add detail.

Personality:
Determined, Focused, Severe, Powerful, Smart, Detached from her kits

History:
Only kit born to Sluttyface and Scotchtape, a product of an unsuccessful cross-Clan relationship. Wasn't mothered well, ended up being brought up through her kithood by another queen.

Apprenticed to an older warrior, was shown the importance of the Warrior Code. Was trained well, excels in hunting and battle.

Made a warrior, already crushing on Sootclaw.

Officially became mates with Sootclaw around 23 moons, never conceiving until much later.

Sootclaw meets an untimely death towards the end of Mottledpelt's pregnancy (be creative ;3), crushing Mottledpelt. He never much wanted kits, and he made it clear. When the kits were born, Mottledpelt did the necessities but was never that emotionally attached.

Current day: eager to get back to her warrior duties, loves her kits but doesn't know how (or want to) mother them.
Other:

Roleplay Example: Required.

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Can Mousy take her, please? I'm sorry it took so long for me to get back to this, XD

[wednesdae]

Name: Mottledpelt
Gender: Female
Age: 33 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Queen (Will be a normal warrior again soon)
Apprentice: None
Love Interest: Sootclaw, deceased.

Kin:
Flamefur | Father | NPC
Stripepelt | Mother | NPC

Firekit | Son | Sydney
Sorrelkit | Daughter | Yellow
Cloudkit | Son | Ivy

Description: Take a white cat, with short, soft fur. Now, flip her upside down into orange paint. Now cover most of that orange with grey – thick grey fur ticked with white. Stripe the grey and orange with darker orange and with black. Splash some of that grey onto her right rear paw. Give her white toes. Color her eyes the color of olives. Stretch her body; stretch her legs; fill her with wiry muscle fit for fighting and leaping and bounding. Ring her tail and tip it in the pitchest black. May I present you Mottledpelt, warrior and queen of ShadowClan?

Personality: Born at the end of the Half-Clan era, Mottledpelt has been scorned by traditional warriors since she was a child. Like them, she strongly disapproves of mixing Clan bloodlines, but believes that the kits should not be blamed for the actions of their parents. In order to prove that half-Clan cats are just as strong as full-blood warriors, Mottledpelt has been determined from a young age to become deputy – maybe even leader – of ShadowClan.

Mottledpelt has the great ability to detach herself from situations at hand and think about them clearly, from an outside point of view. She focuses on the little details and keeps her mind on one thing on a time, rather than jumbling it with a nasty mess of far too many things at once.

She is known to be strict, perhaps even cruel, to those under her – kits, apprentices, younger warriors she is on patrol with. Mottledpelt has almost always been no-nonsense, and discourages her kits from playing when they could be getting a head start on their training or helping do chores around the camp so the apprentices can hunt. She has a way of persuading them with her smooth, commanding voice, a voice of power, authority.

Mottledpelt is very distant from her Clan. Her only real friends were her mate and her mentor, both now deceased. However far away be from the others, there is no one farther away from her than her kits. She constantly pushes them to train and work hard, taking up her work ethic, only causing them to resent her. She’s uncertain of how to show them affection and uncertain as to if she should even be involved with them, as she is eager to leave the nursery – and them – behind.

History: Once upon a time, cross-Clan relationships were frowned upon, discouraged, within the Clans. While this is true today, there was also a time they were not. If only that time had never happened, perhaps Mottledpelt would have had an easier kithood.

Flamefur was WindClan born, Stripepelt was ShadowClan born. Their courtship was short-lived, having only met at gatherings and having mated there. By the time the kits were born, Flamefur was killed in the war against ThunderClan. Stripepelt lost interest in her only child, an unwanted thing, and did a poor job raising her. Thankfully, this was where Jackaltooth stepped in. The other queen offered to let Stripepelt return to her warrior duties, if she could watch after Mottledkit. Thankfully, Jackaltooth was a much better mother figure to young Mottledkit than her birth mother ever was.

Mottledpaw was given to Rockfur as an apprentice. Rockfur was elderly, old fashioned, and chauvinistic, but this did not stop him from being an excellent mentor. On seeing that the she-cat was strong and determined, he worked her day and night like he would have any male apprentice. Mottledpaw trained along with Sootpaw and his mentor, Iceclaw, who was Rockfur’s mate on many occasions, and got to know her den mate extremely well.

By the time the two were named warriors, Mottledpelt was very much in love with Sootclaw, however, Mottledclaw was much too stubborn to admit this to him. She was also quite focused on her apprentice Lakepaw. It wasn’t until after Lakepaw became Lakefur that Sootclaw finally took the initiative to admit his feelings for the she-cat. She gladly returned his advances, and they became mates.

The pregnancy came as she neared her twenty-sixth moon. Mottledpelt was disappointed at the delay in her warrior career, while the father to be was absolutely excited at the potential of fatherhood. Even as unhappy as she was, she found her mate’s enthusiasm infectious. However, just days before she kitted Sootclaw fell from a tree while attempting to catch a nest of birds, snapping his neck in the process. What little enthusiasm she had for her children immediately fell. Mottledpelt feel into post-partum depression, her kits suckled from her, but as they grew and opened their eyes, her denmate was often the one to look after the young kits.

It was watching her kits playing and loving another mother that broke her from the depression, as she realized she had given her kits the same fate Stripepelt had given her as a kit – they were looked after by another mother, while she mourned their father. Determined to have some control over their lives, Mottledpelt decided to teach them fighting techniques and hunting skills for later on – uncertain of how to mother them, only knowing how to be a warrior – a life she is now eager to return to.

Roleplay Sample: They were squealing. Dear StarClan, they were SCREECHING. The mottled she-cat covered her ears with her paws, closing her eyes. Kittens were so ungodly loud! It was just snow, for the stars’ sake, they didn’t have to go scampering about in it, screaming at the tops of their tiny lungs.

Mottledpelt sighed, opening an eye to keep a better watch on her brood. They were so beautiful, especially young Sorrelkit, the picture of her tabby father. A pang hit her as she missed Sootclaw, as much as she had on the day he first fell. She stared at them playing, uncertain of what to do. This was their first snow, they deserved to have fun, but there was work to be done in the elders’ den, and she needed them to take the elders out in order for the work to be one.

“Sorrelkit!” she snapped, watching her only daughter batting at her younger brother with sheathed claws. The multi-color cat got up from her warm nest, trotting out into the snow. She loomed over her daughter, massive, intimidating. Green eyes glared down at the kit. “You do it,” Mottledpelt meowed roughly, “like this.” She proceeded swipe a paw under Cloudkit’s legs, effectively knocking him over. A ghost of a smile illuminated her face as she leaned down, ready to show her litter how a real fighter worked.

[Sporelett]

Nice bio, Dae. I'd just like to point out that most of ShadowClan hasn't really been very discerning about Clan birth up until now, and so Mottledleaf would have experienced prejudice from perhaps only a few cats still set in the old ways. Also, her three kits have already been accepted with the history that their father was killed by a fox.

On another note, Jackaltooth isn't really an acceptable name, but I'm not going to require that it be changed since it's just a history name. Nice RP sample, though, it's really fun. =3 Feel free to make any corrections you need to and post the updated bio in the usual section once Ivy has said it's alright.

[ivyy]

[Yellowstar]

I have to agree, very nice bio. ^^ I think that such an intimidating, demanding mother was not what we had expected while making the kits, but this will work perfectly. >3 I can't wait to roleplay them all together.

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[wednesdae]

Bio posted. Many thanks for all the constructive comments! <3