Details

Name: Sparrowlegs

Gender: Tom-Cat (Male)

Age: 81 moons

Rank Wanted: Elder

Rank Received: Elder

Appearance

Description: Sparrowlegs has boney legs much similar to a sparrow's hence the name. A slouching back, and an eye that cannot fully open, he is also very thin. Sparrowlegs has a black patch on his face.

Pelt colour: White with a black patch on his face.

Body Type: Thin and Lankey

Eye colour: Misty Green

Personality

Likes: Kits, Elders and Voles

Dislikes: Stupid Apprentices and Being helped

Wants: Peace between clans and To be young again

Fears: Battle between clans and Death upon Thunderclan

Strengths: Biting and Being Wise

Weaknesses: Climbing, Clawing and Running

History

Sparrowlegs is a clan born and as a kit was adventoures, this did not disappear even in his Apprentice years. He was a brilliant Hunter and an excellent fighter, he proved useful in the old days, sadly due to his age all of these traits have disappeared not always for the worst. His fighting abilities became wisdom that he could share with the younger cats. When he was 6 moons old he was attacked by a windclan apprentice luckily the warrior taking the apprentice gave his apologies and scolded the windclan apprentice. His mate Greyfoot died by the hands of a Shadowclan cat, though she did go on their territory.

Crush: None
Mate: [Greyfoot deceased]
Kin: None
Kits: None

Other:

Sparrowlegs is very thin explaining his name

Details
Name: Mossfur.
Gender: Male.
Age: 30 Moons.
Rank Wanted: Warrior.
Rank Received: Warrior.

Appearance
Description: A large beautiful tom with long legs and a wiry build, soft thin fur that covers him in pale gray and white. He's built pretty delicately with legs that are made for bounding and leaping, neat paws and long white whiskers. Pointed ears that stand erect over a blocky muzzle and head. Very long striped tail. Pale pink nose, rough pink pawpads.
Pelt Colour: White and pale gray tabby coat, dappled with pale speckles.
Body Type: Tall and slender with wiry muscle.
Eye Colour: Pale gold.

Personality
Description: Exuberant and often full of life, he's ready to barrel into anything at a moments notice and he cares heavily for the cats around him. Excitable and constantly interested in the small things in life, he has a love for his life and makes sure that every cat knows it. He finds solace in watching the days go by and thinks himself one to embrace every surprise that comes to him, no matter the severity of it.
Likes: Sunsets, long grass, mice, flowers, kits, leading patrols.
Dislikes: Night time, the cold, water, rain, loud noises.
Wants: To see justice served to Stormstrike.
Fears: The dark, long snows, sickness, death.
Strengths: Quickness, astute hunting, sharp-wit, kindness.
Weaknesses: Bad fighting, fumbling paws, easily frightened.

History
Description: Born to Thunderclan with his four siblings, he was always very close with Talonkit and they had a good friendship throughout their lives. The two brothers remained very close friends throughout their apprenticeship and seemed to share everything. They often discussed their problems and the things that they liked, very close to one another but not as much to their other siblings. Kestrelpaw and Spottedpaw kept a mockery of that friendship with one another.

They were all often very teasing to their more stocky brother and they had little regard for Stormpaw's feelings.

When the final assessment came around, Mosspaw followed Talonpaw off of the border to where Stormpaw was stalking mice in one of the garlic fields near the Twoleg nests. He had only followed out of curiosity and he had crouched just outside beneath a holly bush as Talonpaw confronted Stormpaw about leaving the border. He watched them argue sharply with one another for a long few moments before Stormpaw yelled something and plunged into Talonpaw.

He was terrified to watch them fight like warriors amongst the long stocks of garlic plant and he crouched even lower in the bush, flinching when Stormpaw shrieked in pain and blood spattered from his ear. He felt his heart pounding with each moment that the two battled and froze in horror when he saw Stormpaw fling Talonpaw's lifeless body from him. He couldn't believe his eyes when Stormpaw stood staring at the bloody corpse and he barely suppressed a gasp when Stormpaw started smiling.

Once Stormpaw took off towards camp, Mosspaw took off as well, fear silencing him as his brother told a very untrue story about being attacked off the border. He's held the story with him ever since he was given his warrior name.
Crush: Silverstorm.
Mate: N/A.
Kits: N/A.
Kins: N/A.
Other: He's contemplating coming forth with this really late info about his murderous brother.