Name: Mudpelt

Age: 80 Moons

Gender: Tom

Clan: Windclan

Rank: Elder

M/C: Smokepelt

Kin: Bristlepaw

Description: Once, he had been a muscular and handsome warrior. Now he's a bit skinnier, especially his tail. His dark pelt had always been short, but at one time it gleamed remarkably in sunlight. Now it is more uneven and has a small bald spot over his left haunch and another just behind his ear. But his have always been just as wide and yellow. His sight and hearing are fading a bit (Cats don't have to yell but he doesn't pick up on whispers well) so he relies heavily on scent.

Personality: He was cowardly in his ypunger years, but now his fears have turned into nagging worry. He starts at sudden movements, even if he expects them. He's likes telling of his warriorhood but will, of course, exaggerate his bravery on mot ventures. He was never a fan of most of the warrior code, but as an elder he nags young cats to stick to it, perhaps so they will have a better time than he did. He is epecially cranky when apprentices don't change his bedding for a long time.

He loves speaking with his mate and is always careful not to upset her. He also loves his kin, Bristlepaw but doesn't show it. He prefers to tell the young cat what he's doing wrong.

History: Mudkit was born to a very old queen who's mate died just before his birth. As a result, the queen, who was always nervous to begin with, became extremely protective of Mudkit. She would not allow him to play with the other kits, or allow him outside of the nursery.

He was a nervous wreck when it was time for his apprentship. He was literally shaking when his mentor touched noses with him. For the most part, he was calmer doing chores around camp. His favorite duty was changing elder bedding(weird, huh?). But then the war came! His clanmates were dying all around him, and the best he could do was scratch a few ears. It was a miracle he had survived.

Even stranger, he was promoted to warriorhood for accidentally defeatng a fierce warrior of another clan. Being a warrior didn't calm him much. He went about his duties with his eyes wide and his ears alert. But while he was keeping watch for all the dangers of clanlife, he noticed a beautiful and strong young she-cat. Or rather Smokepelt noticed him. Mudpelt was very seperate from his clan, because of his fears.. But Smokepelt appeared to actually want to be around him. Their love kept Mudpelt alive through many of the trials of clanlife. Even through watching their kits (who always lived to be warriors) die in battles and accidents.

Elderlife really suits him. Though he always worries, he voices it less now. He can stay in camp, out of danger. And he's with the beautiful she-cat that he loves. Now all that is let is to join Starclan, but he's hoping that that won't happen for a long time. And that he won't have to go alone.

Roleplay example: MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-OW

Other: Anyone want him? I tried to make him intereting.

This post has been edited by Yoko on Jun 26 2009, 03:22 PM