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Post by Mistystar. [Moof] on Jan 17, 2009 19:30:30 GMT -5
Name: Mistystar
Gender: She-cat
Age: 39 moons
Clan: OakClan
Rank: Leader
Description: A glossy, black colored she-cat, with a tinge of blueish gray to her fur. She has piercing azure colored eyes. Her ears are small and pointed, set at an angle on her head. Her nose is pitch black, and pointed up a bit. Her tail is fluffier than the rest of her body, and quite long. She bears some scars. The most noticable one is on her tail, from a battle she was in when she was an apprentice. Her claws are black, and average sized. They are quite sharp as well. The pads on the bottoms of her feet, are black too. What a surprise.
Personality: Mistystar is very optomistic. She is the type of cat who will always have a posotive additude, and a good outlook on things. She is very understanding, and kindhearted. If there is a problem with another Clan, she usually wants to help out. But sometimes her kindness gets in the way of things. So, she tries to toughen up. Which now, she is alot better at disipline, and such. There is a mean side to Mistystar, however. What really ticks her off, is when a cat makes fun of her Clan, like saying that OakClan is weak, or bad hunters, or even that they smell weird. But when she is angry, she is angry. There is no stopping her rampage. In battle, when she gets mad, she fights her anger out. That's why some cats are afraid of her, and avoid Mistystar at all costs. Her Clan loves her though. Because she's always nice to them, duh. Mistystar absolutely loves kits. She has a weak spot for them. All they have to do is give her a little kitten look, or rub against her, and her heart melts. She's just an all around cat, you could say.
Kin: Blackfeather (deceased; mother), Dusktail (deceased; father), Smoketail (Brother), Nightstep (sister)
Mate/Crush: None so far. Maybe one will come along, sooner or later.
Apprentice: None, yet.
History:
Mistykit:
Mistykit was born on a foggy, dusk night. Her mother (Blackfeather) started kitting, while on the way back from a gathering. She had her first two kits with no problem. The fog was billowing up more and more, and by the time her second kit came out, the mist was covering sight of everything. Blackfeather decided to name her kit Mistykit because of all of the mist surrounding everything. From then on, Mistykit and her siblings always loved to go out at night time, in the fog and play. Her black pelt was inherited from her mother, and her blue eyes from her father. Her brother and sister both have blue eyes as well. She mostly lived a normal kithood, with her mother, father, brother and sister.
Mistypaw
At the age of 6 moons, Mistykit became Mistypaw. She was excited that she actually got to start serving her Clan, and hunting. Her favorite thing to do as an apprentice was border patrol. She didn't know why, but she just got a rush everytime she patrolled. Her legs always felt like they grew wings, and the whole world seemed to stop spinning as she raced through the territory. She had always loved running, which in her case, saved her Clan once.
(This story took place when she was 12 moons old). It was a quiet dawn, and she had been chosen for dawn patrol (which she was quite exilerated about). She ran in front of the patrol, rushing through the forest. Once she reached the border, she had sat down and waited for the rest of the cats to catch up. But something wasn't right. A weird smell drifted around her, causing Mistypaw to leap to her paws. She sniffed around, and cringed her nose at the scent. Just as she was about to go find out what it was, a huge figure crashed through the bushes, followed by 3 others. Cows!Her mind reeled as she tried to figure out what to do. She knew if she turned back, they would follow her, and maybe find the camp. So, Mistypaw stood her ground and puffed out her fur. Spitting and growling kept them there for a couple heartbeats, then one charged. She lept onto its side, tearing at its flesh. It flung her off, leaving her breathless on the ground. Mistypaw was about to get up, when she felt a sharp pain on her tail. She cried out in pain and lept to her paws, tugging her tail away from the creature's teeth. Just then, the patrol burst through the trees with more warriors. They eventually drove off the cows. For seasons to come, Mistypaw would brag about her scar from her cow battle.
Mistyheart
About a moon after the cow battle, Mistypaw was named Mistyheart. (13 moons old). She didn't know why she was named Mistyheart, because she thought that it described her as confused or mean. But over all, she didn't really care. Just as long as she got to be a warrior! Seasons passed, and cats died. One cat in particular. Whitestar. The deputy (Mudmask) became leader, and appointed Mistyheart as the new deputy. (Age 21 moons). At first, she had been shocked to be the new deputy, but soon realized that it had been what she had wanted all along. As the deputy, she organized patrols, sad under her leader at gatherings, lead her Clan, and caught prey for them. But.. she had always longed for something more. Not that she had wanted Mudstar to die, but leader was what she really wished to become. Was that so wrong?
Mistystar
At 31 moons of age, Mistystar was appointed leader of OakClan. Mudstar had died in a battle against some rogues, and lost his last life. After the grief and depression that went through the Clan, Mistystar chose a new deputy (APPLY!). She then, excitedly traveled to the Moonpool to recieve her nine lives. All of that eagerness to become leader, soon turned into nervousness. She began to doubt herself, feeling more and more reluctant to lead OakClan. But, after recieving her nine lives, Mistystar knew once again, that leading a Clan was her destiny. Those lives of the cats who loved her, rejuvinated her thoughts and made her the cat she is today.
Other: There's nothing else really that needs to be mentioned.
Picture:
Gender: She-cat
Age: 39 moons
Clan: OakClan
Rank: Leader
Description: A glossy, black colored she-cat, with a tinge of blueish gray to her fur. She has piercing azure colored eyes. Her ears are small and pointed, set at an angle on her head. Her nose is pitch black, and pointed up a bit. Her tail is fluffier than the rest of her body, and quite long. She bears some scars. The most noticable one is on her tail, from a battle she was in when she was an apprentice. Her claws are black, and average sized. They are quite sharp as well. The pads on the bottoms of her feet, are black too. What a surprise.
Personality: Mistystar is very optomistic. She is the type of cat who will always have a posotive additude, and a good outlook on things. She is very understanding, and kindhearted. If there is a problem with another Clan, she usually wants to help out. But sometimes her kindness gets in the way of things. So, she tries to toughen up. Which now, she is alot better at disipline, and such. There is a mean side to Mistystar, however. What really ticks her off, is when a cat makes fun of her Clan, like saying that OakClan is weak, or bad hunters, or even that they smell weird. But when she is angry, she is angry. There is no stopping her rampage. In battle, when she gets mad, she fights her anger out. That's why some cats are afraid of her, and avoid Mistystar at all costs. Her Clan loves her though. Because she's always nice to them, duh. Mistystar absolutely loves kits. She has a weak spot for them. All they have to do is give her a little kitten look, or rub against her, and her heart melts. She's just an all around cat, you could say.
Kin: Blackfeather (deceased; mother), Dusktail (deceased; father), Smoketail (Brother), Nightstep (sister)
Mate/Crush: None so far. Maybe one will come along, sooner or later.
Apprentice: None, yet.
History:
Mistykit:
Mistykit was born on a foggy, dusk night. Her mother (Blackfeather) started kitting, while on the way back from a gathering. She had her first two kits with no problem. The fog was billowing up more and more, and by the time her second kit came out, the mist was covering sight of everything. Blackfeather decided to name her kit Mistykit because of all of the mist surrounding everything. From then on, Mistykit and her siblings always loved to go out at night time, in the fog and play. Her black pelt was inherited from her mother, and her blue eyes from her father. Her brother and sister both have blue eyes as well. She mostly lived a normal kithood, with her mother, father, brother and sister.
Mistypaw
At the age of 6 moons, Mistykit became Mistypaw. She was excited that she actually got to start serving her Clan, and hunting. Her favorite thing to do as an apprentice was border patrol. She didn't know why, but she just got a rush everytime she patrolled. Her legs always felt like they grew wings, and the whole world seemed to stop spinning as she raced through the territory. She had always loved running, which in her case, saved her Clan once.
(This story took place when she was 12 moons old). It was a quiet dawn, and she had been chosen for dawn patrol (which she was quite exilerated about). She ran in front of the patrol, rushing through the forest. Once she reached the border, she had sat down and waited for the rest of the cats to catch up. But something wasn't right. A weird smell drifted around her, causing Mistypaw to leap to her paws. She sniffed around, and cringed her nose at the scent. Just as she was about to go find out what it was, a huge figure crashed through the bushes, followed by 3 others. Cows!Her mind reeled as she tried to figure out what to do. She knew if she turned back, they would follow her, and maybe find the camp. So, Mistypaw stood her ground and puffed out her fur. Spitting and growling kept them there for a couple heartbeats, then one charged. She lept onto its side, tearing at its flesh. It flung her off, leaving her breathless on the ground. Mistypaw was about to get up, when she felt a sharp pain on her tail. She cried out in pain and lept to her paws, tugging her tail away from the creature's teeth. Just then, the patrol burst through the trees with more warriors. They eventually drove off the cows. For seasons to come, Mistypaw would brag about her scar from her cow battle.
Mistyheart
About a moon after the cow battle, Mistypaw was named Mistyheart. (13 moons old). She didn't know why she was named Mistyheart, because she thought that it described her as confused or mean. But over all, she didn't really care. Just as long as she got to be a warrior! Seasons passed, and cats died. One cat in particular. Whitestar. The deputy (Mudmask) became leader, and appointed Mistyheart as the new deputy. (Age 21 moons). At first, she had been shocked to be the new deputy, but soon realized that it had been what she had wanted all along. As the deputy, she organized patrols, sad under her leader at gatherings, lead her Clan, and caught prey for them. But.. she had always longed for something more. Not that she had wanted Mudstar to die, but leader was what she really wished to become. Was that so wrong?
Mistystar
At 31 moons of age, Mistystar was appointed leader of OakClan. Mudstar had died in a battle against some rogues, and lost his last life. After the grief and depression that went through the Clan, Mistystar chose a new deputy (APPLY!). She then, excitedly traveled to the Moonpool to recieve her nine lives. All of that eagerness to become leader, soon turned into nervousness. She began to doubt herself, feeling more and more reluctant to lead OakClan. But, after recieving her nine lives, Mistystar knew once again, that leading a Clan was her destiny. Those lives of the cats who loved her, rejuvinated her thoughts and made her the cat she is today.
Other: There's nothing else really that needs to be mentioned.
Picture:
