Post by .:Fallensnow:. on Oct 25, 2011 13:52:39 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px] Mistpaw gender: She-cat age: 11 moons clan: RiverClan rank: Apprentice [style=text-align:center;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:5]APPEARANCE Fog, mist, sunlight on a leafbare’s morning; Mistpaw was born on this kind of day, which became the reason for her name Mist. She was a rogue’s daughter though, and for a while did not receive a ‘kit suffix. Either way, she inherited many of her mother’s traits. Blue eyes are clear and bright, shining like pools of liquid turquoise. They are almond shaped like most cats, and are big on her slender face. She is of Siamese breeding, though she could have some tabby blood in her too. Her ears are large, cone shaped and thin in structure; the insides being a pale pinkish gray color. Her body is lean, long and whip like, but not in a lethal way. She is delicate actually, and her misty cream and gray fur has lynx points on it. They mark her face; front legs and her entire tail the most, though faint markings show on her back legs and ears as well. Her voice is similar to the trickling of water down rocks after rain, a musical lilt always evident even when she is sad. PERSONALITY I was always timid I suppose, desperate to get out of my shell, but timid nonetheless. Perhaps that is why they took me in, I was young, but I also was not going to be any threat. In fact, I’m terrified of many things. The dark, not night time, but darkness like in caves or deep water makes me nervous. Loud sounds make me jumpy. I suppose hunting is not too bad, but even then, I hate the idea of harming those poor water voles and fish. They have families too, do they not? I can’t help but think of my own family, one that is no longer there whenever I hunt. I wonder what happened to my mother sometimes. She had gone out hunting for me one day, however she never came back. Sometimes I wonder if someone had hunted her; and because of this I often draw a line to my own act of hunting other animals. Most of the time though, I shake that thought off and tell myself she just left. She didn’t want me, I wasn’t perfect enough. It was easier to tell myself that especially when I first arrived in RiverClan than to think she was truly gone. At least this way, she is still alive in my head. I cringed the whole first day I was at the RiverClan camp, I still do. Do they look at me differently because I do not come from Blood or River stalk? I think they do, I think they secretly hate me for it. Still, I want to show them that I am supposed to be here. If my mother did leave me because I was imperfect, then I need to show them that I am worth their efforts! However, I can never seem to get out of this misery I’m in. Every time I consider doing something great to show off, I tell myself they’ll only laugh or whisper behind my back. There’s the non-clanner again, trying to prove she belongs where she doesn’t. Something guided my paws that night though! I just do not know what… I am a bit fatalistic I guess, and the StarClan that the medicine cats speak about in hushed tones, I like it. I wonder why there is not more talk of them. We have to go somewhere when we die, right? It is not as if I can share my opinions really with anyone though. I am nice, and gentle, but I tend to be too shy to make friends unless they come to me first. I just do not like putting myself out there. I am always paranoid that they already have a decision made about me, and that it is not good. The ones that are friendly with me say this is not true, that I worry too much. I disagree; I think they are just too nice to say what they think about me. They probably think I am too fragile, that I cannot take it. Do they not already know? Can they not see I am already plenty aware that I am practically useless here? HISTORY Mistpaw was born not as Mistkit, but plainly as Mist. Her mother, Feather, was a loner nearby RiverClan. She had had kits with BloodClan cats before, and had decided against the life of a Clan cat. That is not to say she did not respect them though. When Mist was almost four moons old, her mother went out hunting, and did not come back. She has thought since that her mother had decided she was not worth it, and had left her there to die. In reality, a dog gone feral had killed her. Left to wander by herself, Mist found her paws leading to RiverClan where a Queen found her. The young she-cat, Lightpelt, had recently lost her own daughter Rainkit to the same dog that had taken Mist’s mother. Mist expected to be run off the territory; instead, the Queen took her in. The BloodClan cats retaliated from the start, not wanting to let in a rogue cat. However, as Lightpelt pointed out, she was a pretty she-cat, and was too shy to cause any trouble. She would make a great Queen, plain and simple. Besides, Lightpelt was well known within her Clan and the BloodClan cats that lived there. Her mate stood up for her, agreeing that the loss of their daughter, something that a BloodClan guard had allowed since he had left his post that night, needed compensation. The little kit was accepted into the Clan after that, and a moon later she was given the name Mistpaw after being renamed Mistkit. After that, she worked hard to learn the warrior ways. However, Mistpaw has come up against a dilemma. She never did like it. The she-cat is honestly more of a kitty-pet than a loner or clan-cat. She doesn’t like to fight, and sometimes she’ll laugh this off and say it’s because she doesn’t like to get her paws dirty. She hates to hunt, but she does it because she has to. No cat really enjoys either, however she feels strongly against taking a life when they might have a family of their own. This is something she struggles with constantly, an inner battle between her instincts and beliefs that stems from her feelings about her mother leaving. As far as BloodClan’s strange ways go? Mistpaw doesn’t know what to think about the arranged matings. Sometimes she thinks it’s a good idea. Love is so hard to find yourself sometimes, and so why not make it simpler. Other times though, Mistpaw feels the idea of an arranged marriage is constricting. When she considers it this way, she tends to shiver or run to get away from some invisible thing. Some have even whispered that she may have been betrothed herself. Though that can’t be right, can it? ….Mistpaw hardly wants to even think about the idea. [/style] |
