Mosspelt of Windclan

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    Character Name: Mosspelt


    Gender: Female


    Clan/Group:Windclan


    Rank: Warrior


    Appearance:
    Small and lithe dark tortoiseshell she-cat, green eyes.



    Personality:
    Stubborn
    Friendly
    Shy
    Bossy
    Quiet
    Skilled


    History:
    (I'll just make this short.)
    She was abused and left to die by Windclan.


    Hey guys! Today I'm trying to make a chapter bio on one of my characters, Mosspelt!! Hope you guys Like it! Prologue starts today!


    [glow=red,2,300]Prologue[/glow]


    Darkness. It was everywhere. I couldn't stop it. Well who could? I definitely couldn't. I never could. I didn't know why they chose me. I'm just a cat. Nothing else... I never had any questions.. Never. I never asked anything, because I knew it would bother them.. But now I do have one question, What do I do now? Oh! I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Mosspelt. Mosspelt of Windclan, and this is my story.


    So this is the prologue, If anybody ever reads this, please say your opinions ^^ I would love some advice ^^ But please, make it gentle if you don't like it, and if you don't have anything good to say, don't say it at all.

    Chapter one is up!!


    [glow=red,2,300]Chapter One[/glow]


    I'll start at the beginning. I was just a very young kitten.
    My mother had just started to give birth....


    "You can do it. Just let you body do the work." A soft mew sounded from the nursery, followed by a anguished yowl.
    "Let me in!!" A tom's voice sounded from just outside.
    "No!! She needs her space!!" Another firm meow sounded near the tom.
    Meanwhile, inside the nursery..
    "Come on Waspwind. You can do it." The soft mew sounded again.
    "Do you need anything, Honeyfeather?" A young cat spoke up, carrying a large stick.
    "No.. Just the stick." The honey-colored she-cat replied.
    "Alright." The young cat meowed and backed off.
    At Honeyfeather's paws, a she-cat lay, writhing in pain.
    "Rrgh.." The she-cat growled.
    "Just let your body do the work, Gravevalley." Honeyfeather softly mewed...


    ***



    After a few moons a brown she-cat emerged from the nursery.
    "Momma!! Wait up!!" A she-kit stumbled after her.

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