A tall, light brown tabby she-cat with green eyes.

Not as small as her mother, nor as large as her father, Moth would disappear into a crowd if not for her height. Long legs support a lean figure, muscle hidden under feathery fur. If she'd been bulkier her height might've made her intimidating, but her lean muscle hardly strikes fear.

She has a soft brown tabby coat, fluffy and thick to survive her birth clan's harsh climate. Splashes of white appear on her muzzle, paws, and chest.

Beginnings

Cherrynose and Rockbelly were an unlikely pair. At first the two bickered, enemies despite their close age. Then they grew closer, slowly but surely. Eventually the two became mates, and the young couple were expecting kits before long.

But the birth did not go well. Four kits were born, only one survived.

Cherrynose named her only daughter after a moth she saw flittering around the nursery. It fit the tiny she-cat, fluffy and fragile. Mothkit.

Kithood

Mothkit grew up loved, but always aware something was missing. She saw other litters with their siblings, heard whispers of those who would've been hers. They were with Starclan, whatever that meant. 

For the first few moons of her life Mothkit flittered in and out of the medicine cat den. Her illnesses never lasted long, and after three moons she was strong enough that the visits slowed, then stopped. She was healthy enough to be apprenticed on time, and eagerly accepted her new name of Mothpaw.

The Battle

Mothpaw was thrilled to explore Ridgeclan. For the first few days she pushed herself, wanting to learn everything and explore every rock and stone. But she hadn't yet learned caution, and ended up taking a tumble into the river.

Her mentor fished her out, and she promptly went back to the medicine cat den. Soaked and freezing and exhausted, she quickly caught a fever. Time blurred, she heard something about a battle? 

The scent of blood cut through her fever dimmed senses as cats rushed into the medicine cat den. Clanmates yowled and whimpered through the pain. She spotted Sootwhisker and Rainpaw among the throng, they'd quickly turned their attention to those in greater need.

Horrified Mothpaw watched the carnage, saw cats she knew breath their last. After a while she closed her eyes and prayed that it was all some horrible fever dream. 

When morning came and her fever broke, Mothpaw was heartbroken to learn it had all been real. Even worse, Rockbelly had died in the fight. She saw her father's body, he'd been dragged  back to camp so he could be buried among his clan.

The Aftermath

Mothpaw never recovered from what she saw after the battle. For moons the scent of blood sent her spiraling, she could hardly stomach battle training. Even hunting was hard, she had to close her eyes when she ate. 

And nightmares haunted her dreams. Before her father died, she'd hardly seen the resemblance between the two. Now she saw it clearly. Some nights she'd dream it was her lying there, cold and alone in the center of camp, her pelt torn and bloodied. Even during the day, glancing at her reflection in the river stung. It was his coat she'd inherited. 

A New Normal

It seemed impossible to move on, but time refused to stop and let Mothpaw sit in her grief. There was training to do, dens to clean, life to live. There was solace in the routine, in being a good apprentice. 

It was hard watching her mother grow colder. Though she was still kind to Mothpaw, it was plain to see that Cherrynose had been changed. Everyone had. And still time marched on.

While she never quite got over her aversion to fighting, Mothpaw exceled in other apprentices duties. She became a skilled hunter, one of the fastest runners, and had an eye for detail when it came to camp maintenance. She'd never be a guardian like her mother, but she would be a warrior. 

Things continued to improve. With the help of poppy seeds she began to sleep better, and with time learned to look at her reflection as her own. Separate from her father.

And then she was Mothflight. Was the name a compliment for her speed, or a jab at her skittishness? She wasn't sure, but she didn't mind. It her name, and she spoke it with pride.

Fear and Fleeing

Everything had been going smoothly. The clans were healing. So was she. Tensions were a little high, but she hoped it wouldn't lead to anything.

Then Mushroomstar lost a life at the border. And then at the gathering there was talk of war. Of avoiding war, sure, but it was still there. The threat. The undercurrent. Mothflight felt sick. She couldn't, wouldn't, fight. Wouldn't see that carnage again.

She couldn't stay in Ridgeclan. It wasn't an easy choice to make. But it seemed like her birth clan would never be free of the threat of war. 

Mothflight knew she wouldn't be safe as a loner, and if there was war Mistclan would be involved. All she could hope was that Prairieclan would let her in, and would either stay out of the fight or let her stay behind.

A New Home

Prairieclan was different. The land alone was big adjustment. Flowers and fields and tunnels as apposed to rocks and hills and hawks and towering trees. The cats were different too. For the most part. They were more open, letting her in despite her place of birth.

But after a few moons of adjusting to her new home, things shifted once again. Tension at the borders rose, never quite boiling into war. And then the Kingdom formed, with her mother among their number. While part of her longed to join the new group, the fear of the unknown kept her in Praireclan.

Until things shifted once more. Littlestar died, and the Kingdom still stood. With each passing day the urge to rejoin her family grew, until one day she folded. Silently Mothflight slipped away, seeking refuge in the Kingdom, and seeking to live at her mother’s side once more.

Pre-Plotting: Moth is Cherry's daughter, adopted from her wanted ad. Originally born of Ridgeclan, she left to escape any potential conflict between her birth clan and Mistclan. After a few moons in Prairieclan she left to join the Kingdom. In her newest of homes, she falls in the Bumblebee belief. Ridgeclan was bad but Prairieclan was nice. The clans as a whole aren't a problem, but they're too difficult and damaging to stay in.

Family: Moth struggled with feeling guilty to have left her family to join Prairieclan, but believed it was the best choice. Now she seeks to reunite and rekindle her relationship with her mother
Friends: Moth assumes she has cut ties with any old Ridgeclan friends, and likely any new ones from Praireclan.
Romance: She's not quite sure if romance is for her, but she's not entirely opposed to the idea.
Rivals: There are likely many cats who are upset that she left the clans, both in Ridge and Prairieclan.