Post by Mistfur on Aug 8, 2010 19:10:26 GMT -7
[/font][/color]Mistfur of WindClan
Basic Information
[/size][/font]``Name ;;
``Gender ;;
She-cat
``Age ;;
16 moons
``Clan ;;
WindClan
``Position ;;
Warrior
Cat Appearance
[/font]``Short Description ;;[/color]
Small gray she-cat with green eyes.
``Appearance ;;[/color]
There was no question from the moment of her conception that Mistfur would likely be a smaller cat, as both of her parents were. She did, however, turn out to be the biggest of the two-cat litter. She adopted her father’s coloring, a stone gray, and his dark-colored nose, but never the white chin he wore. Her angular features and pale green, almost gray, eyes are gifts from her late mother that make her so clearly her kit. Where she got her long, thin tail from remains a mystery, however.
Along her short life, Mistfur has managed to mark herself already. Near the base of her tail is a small scar from a warrior that thought her easy prey and might have been right, had her brother not beat the attacker off. She’s quite proud of the tiny mark, despite her being unable to see it, and had the medicine cat swear to StarClan that it would always remain there and never heal.
Personality
[/size][/font]``Likes ;;
When given a choice of what to do, Mistfur likes to go on patrol, compete with others, tell kits/apprentices what to do, and be out on windy days.
``Dislikes ;;
Mistfur tends to avoid being cooped up in camp, being disciplined or ordered around unnecessarily, listening to the elders, and eating squirrels. True, the last item is a rarity in WindClan, but after trying one as a kit she refuses to ever eat one again even if every other bit of prey dies out.
``Strengths ;;
Her energy sets this she-cat apart, even for such a young cat. Many in the Clan will attest to never seeing her tire, even after a full day of duties.
``Weaknesses ;;
Dogs and Twolegs. Sure, other things might make her shudder or look away, but the scent of either of these enemies is enough to make her turn tail immediately and refuse to go any closer to the source. It’s a good survival instinct, but troublesome at times.
History
[/size][/font]``History ;;
Queens have had bigger and stronger litters in the history of cats, but the mother of Mistkit and Smallkit did not check her pride. She might as well have birthed Clan founders the way she spoke of the two. Her happiness grew when she discovered that, unlike her own littermates, the two kits were each other’s best friend. Mistkit always made sure that the quieter Smallkit was included while the more talented fighter grew to be his sister’s best supporter and protector.
When they became apprentices, Mistpaw’s energy had her paired with a younger warrior. She learned well and was always happy to practice and show off, but her mentor was not, perhaps, as stern as he should have been. For that lack of early scolding, Mistpaw developed a bit of a rebellious streak that, when older warriors try to fix, she gets confrontational instead of working to better herself. Still, after six moons of training, she was promoted to a warrior status along with her brother. Mistfur and Smallclaw sat vigil together and had waking dreams of greatness.
Only days after this vigil, the two new warriors had their first real battle against another Clan. Mistfur took a rash dive at the Clan’s deputy and might have paid a heavy price if Smallclaw hadn’t come up, swift as a rabbit and vicious as a badger, to save her. She left with a single scar (to her mother’s relief and her disappointment) and the drive to be better next time.
Just recently, a dog from the Horseplace got loose and, seeing a lone cat, managed to catch up with it and kill it before the rest of the patrol could stop it. When they brought the body back to camp, Mistfur cried out in pain; she recognized her mother. She mourned deeply alongside Smallclaw and now, not so long after, there’s still a trace of sadness in her gaze. However, there’s little doubt that both young warriors will shake off the tragedy and grow from it.
Behind The Character
``Nickname ;;
Bri
``Where did you find us? ;;
An ad on PBS.
``Contact ;;
If you want me to see it, PM is the way to go.
``Activity ;;
I’ll be on pretty much every day unless I’m away from internet access.
``Codeword ;;
Its Somewhere....
``Role-Play Sample ;;
“I think that star’s her. Look how bright it is.” Smallclaw nodded towards a twinkling glimmer over the lake that seemed to dance in place, demanding attention. It was nearly as bright and dazzling as Dawnflower had been. Unable to speak just yet, Mistfur purred her approval and pressed closer to her brother’s fur. Blinking in sympathy, Smallclaw put his tail over her spine as if to bring his sister closer.
The gray warrior laid down her head to press her nose into her mother’s fur. Beneath the smell of herbs to mask the smell of death, said smell of death, and the stench of dog were faint traces of Dawnflower’s scent. She breathed it in and tried to store it for all time. Mustering up her courage, she finally said, “I hate StarClan for taking her.”
Smallclaw paused. Taking a moment to lick her ear, he thought over a response. “You can be angry now, but StarClan is much smarter than you are. They have a reason for needing her more than we do. We’re old enough to take care of ourselves, but there are kits in StarClan who have a mother now thanks to her. Besides, by stalling the dog, it didn’t get a chance to attack the apprentices on patrol. Or worse, come to camp where there are kits and elders.
“She’s a hero.”
Mistfur didn’t say anything. Her brother made sense, as per usual, but her heart couldn’t accept his answer. Though already a mother, Dawnflower had been a fairly young cat still with many moons of service to give. Why couldn’t StarClan take an elder who had lived a long, full life? Burrpelt once occupied the nursery with three litters of kits and still spent most of her time around kits. Why couldn’t StarClan take that old she-cat?
The bitterness didn’t help. Leaning against the tom, Mistfur was content to finish the vigil in silence. She couldn’t agree with his sense, but didn’t dare fight with him; it would have upset their mother to see such a thing.[/blockquote]
