Mosspool

[Mosspool]

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Insanity. You can't escape insanity, you are born with it...
names:
Mosspool
gender:
Female
age:
16 moons
clan:
Wind Clan
rank:
Warrior(Decoy)

(P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L.I.T.Y)

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Mosspool is trapped; she is trapped behind her insanity. She never meant it to be this way. Gradually over time it took over her body claiming it as its own, destroying everything that mattered to Mosspool, destroying her life. Mosspool knows deep down that she is there that she has to somehow escape this… this thing that has taken over her. In this state she has no sweet side, just an unforgiving, just a side that knows no mercy.

Sweet and innocent. She used to mean both of those words. But now she is menacing and frightening, even to herself. She feels as though she knows no different, that she has to go by what is seen, that seeing is believing. Sometimes she feels that the hold is weakening on her, that she can break through the graps, while it’s not paying attention, but it always gets her back. She is to never be free again.

But to tell the truth, Mosspool isn’t sure if she want to be free from insanities grasp, it has wreaked her life so much, that being free would cause her more pain then she is already in, she sees and feels what Insantiy does, what it has made her do. And she doen’t think that it would be worth living.

As more time goes pasted, the more she is losing herself, the more insanity has her to its self. The more her life isn’t worth living. The more she feels no need to escape.

Lets just hope that one day, someone is able to set her free, then she could become the Warrior she has always wanted to be. Brave. Accountable. oh boy how much she wanted to be able to be trusted, but she can't. she has no life trapped behind bars in her own body, her soul burried deep down where no one can reach it.

(A.P.P.E.A.R.A.N.C.E)

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rusty brown, mixed with silvers and grey, make up Mosspool’s pelt. Her eyes are beautiful, mixed up with beautiful sea green and ocean blues. They are stunning, you just get lost staring into their deep mist. Ut they are clouded, hiding the more beautiful side to them. a disorientated cloud fills them, making her look distracted, always looking into space. Sort of dreamy, but a place where you don’t want to be. But if you really did look hard you could see the cat that is lost within, taken over by insanity.

She may not be the most attractive cat but she still has beautiful qualities. She has a long slim body. Her tail is long and swirling. Her legs are also long and elegant, not that she is, she is quiet clumsy. She has strong lean muscles hidden under her pelt. She not a big cat but she is big enough to not be trampled on by the bigger more powerful toms.

(H.I.S.T.O.R.Y.)

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Born in Windclan her cathood has been hard. She wasn’t your normal average kit. She was different from the rest. Others didn’t see it at first they just thought she was being mouse dung, but they soon became to learn that she was different, that there was no cure for her illness. She was insane. Her mother and father didn’t want to believe it, they were fiercely defensive of her, they couldn’t believe how there could be something wrong with their kit. but after a while they soon grew ot accept it, but they were still very defensive of her, even now when she is a full grown warrior.

Sweet. Innocent. Harmless.

All good words to describe Mosspool’s cathood. Good words to describe who she used to be…. Before Insanityovertook her, for good. Until insanity took her away from who she used to be. The beautiful she-cat she used to be all gone. Destroyed. Insanity had caused her to do a lot of things that she regrets with all her heart, she wishes that she could take it back. But what’s done is done. And for her deeds there is no turning back.

This is her story….

At the first stages if insanity is the weakest for the bearer, you fall under its control, like a mouse and its cheese; you do whatever it wants, whenever it wants, before you even know it has hold of you. You are under its spell, and for Mosspool, she went for its trap like steak on a warthog. Right into its open hands, it didn’t even need to string her along.

It made her do horrible things, things that can’t be forgotten with a sorry and then move on… she is ashamed, deep down, down where her sane self is trapped, watching as the deeds get worse each time.

Once insanity made her trick her sybaling, told her to meet this tom that she had liked, like, forever at a secluded part of the openland. She had no doubts or worries about this and fell for the bait. But instead of meeting her long loved wanna be boyfriend she meet Mosspool. She was surprised at first and suspicious. But they soon faded into fear and doubt, as Mosspool bared her teeth, her eyes craved for her blood. Anyone’s blood, just something to kill these cravings. Mosspool killed her that night, with no hesitation, insanity had a strong hold on her. But after that attack the hold lossen a bit. She couldn’’t believe what she had just done, isolated herself for days, not speaking or listening to anyone, she was all alone, no one ever found out it was her, but they had there suspicion.

Till this day, the hold is still on her threatening her to do more damage, to get more lives, of the people that she loved.

sample rp:
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c-box name:
The Devils Side-Kick

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