Post by Taxx on Oct 28, 2017 19:18:25 GMT -5
Name: Mistcloud
Age: 32 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description: Mistcloud’s pelt is gray tabby, with a white chest and snowy white paws. It’s medium in length, thick and soft to the touch; it’s the feature that gave her both parts of her name: ‘Mist’ for the color, and ‘cloud’ for the fluffy appearance.
As with Smokestorm, Mistcloud is small in stature and dainty of frame, though her coat gives her the appearance of being larger than her sister. She’s slender, with long legs and oddly tiny paws. Her ears come to a point, her muzzle is a bit more blunt, and her eyes are a soft green.
Unlike Smokestorm, Mistcloud does not swagger, or try to make herself seem larger than she is. She tends to almost creep, as though she were trying to remain unseen among her larger Clanmates.
Description Summary: Small grey and white tabby with olive green eyes.
Personality: Mistcloud is a warrior by position only. She’s sworn to protect the Clan with her life, and if it ever comes to it, she will- but she doesn’t often stray far from the camp. Not because she’s afraid of what’s beyond the camp walls, but because there’s quite enough to occupy her within them.
She’s not much of a fighter or a hunter- she learned both, but barely proved herself enough to pass her final assessment. For whatever reason, Hawkstar accepted her oath and gave her her warrior name with Smokestorm.
Perhaps because Mistcloud had long since proven herself in another way- a poor hunter and fighter, at best, but with compassion enough to mark her as special in her own way. While timid and soft-spoken, Mistcloud was quite empathetic, with a talent for knowing when a cat was feeling bad or going through a hard time.
She is an excellent listener and is never too busy to stop what she’s doing to allow a cat to speak to a sympathetic set of ears. She isn’t quite as good at speaking, but usually, all that’s needed is just someone to listen, and murmur soothing noises, and not judge.
Then, too, Mistcloud never minds helping out with the elders and queens with kits. A tick needs to be removed? Mistcloud’s got the mouse bile, it’ll be out in no time. Kits driving their mother to distraction? Who better than she to start a game and give the poor she-cat a moment’s peace?
And yet, beneath the general mousy and helpful exterior, Mistcloud is a warrior. She’s not going to sit back and let some bully of a Clanmate push around a weaker cat, and she won’t tolerate kits picking on a denmate. There is a touch of steel there, and while she might need someone to back her up, to help her make herself heard, Mistcloud’s not afraid to point out the right or wrong of a situation.
History: Mistkit was the younger pair of she-kits born to hugely devoted parents- their father, Silverstorm, and their mother, Duskflower. Right up to their sixth moon, both parents played an equal part (or as equal as possible) in the raising of the two kits. Mistkit was hooked on the tom’s stories: tales of danger, of skirmishes fought to protect their territory, of hunts where it was all his skill against the prey’s drive to live another day.
But, after their ceremony where they took their apprentice names, Mistpaw began to ease back as she saw how close Smokepaw was growing to the tom. She turned to Duskflower instead, not wanting to intrude, but still pleased when her father continued to seek her out, never forgetting her in favor of Smokepaw.
Losing him was devastating- watching him grow more and more ill, and no treatment administered doing any good. He died in their tenth moon. It was a horrible loss, but unlike Smokepaw, Mistpaw leaned on Duskflower from the start, fondly remembering the tom and using the closeness to recover from his death.
It was her first lesson in dealing with trauma- emotional, but still, and she used the lesson many times since. Sometimes, just talking and listening can be helpful.
She and Smokepaw became warriors in time: Mistcloud and Smokestorm. It was fitting for her sister to take their father’s name as her own, and Mistcloud thinks of him every time she says her sister’s name.
Not too long after their ceremony, Duskflower took another mate. Mistcloud welcomed him from the start, thrilled that her mother was allowing herself a chance to be happy again. She deserved it. Before long, there were two new kits in the nursery, more kits she could claim as siblings, and Mistcloud jumped in wholeheartedly to help care for them.
And, quite recently herself, she’s become aware she’s carrying her own- her first litter. She will name the father if asked, but she’s not mates with him- she’s not quite willing, yet, to tie herself down- but she’s quite capable of bearing and raising kits without a mate, and she fully intends to do so.
RP Example: Not required
Other: Nothing
Age: 32 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description: Mistcloud’s pelt is gray tabby, with a white chest and snowy white paws. It’s medium in length, thick and soft to the touch; it’s the feature that gave her both parts of her name: ‘Mist’ for the color, and ‘cloud’ for the fluffy appearance.
As with Smokestorm, Mistcloud is small in stature and dainty of frame, though her coat gives her the appearance of being larger than her sister. She’s slender, with long legs and oddly tiny paws. Her ears come to a point, her muzzle is a bit more blunt, and her eyes are a soft green.
Unlike Smokestorm, Mistcloud does not swagger, or try to make herself seem larger than she is. She tends to almost creep, as though she were trying to remain unseen among her larger Clanmates.
Description Summary: Small grey and white tabby with olive green eyes.
Personality: Mistcloud is a warrior by position only. She’s sworn to protect the Clan with her life, and if it ever comes to it, she will- but she doesn’t often stray far from the camp. Not because she’s afraid of what’s beyond the camp walls, but because there’s quite enough to occupy her within them.
She’s not much of a fighter or a hunter- she learned both, but barely proved herself enough to pass her final assessment. For whatever reason, Hawkstar accepted her oath and gave her her warrior name with Smokestorm.
Perhaps because Mistcloud had long since proven herself in another way- a poor hunter and fighter, at best, but with compassion enough to mark her as special in her own way. While timid and soft-spoken, Mistcloud was quite empathetic, with a talent for knowing when a cat was feeling bad or going through a hard time.
She is an excellent listener and is never too busy to stop what she’s doing to allow a cat to speak to a sympathetic set of ears. She isn’t quite as good at speaking, but usually, all that’s needed is just someone to listen, and murmur soothing noises, and not judge.
Then, too, Mistcloud never minds helping out with the elders and queens with kits. A tick needs to be removed? Mistcloud’s got the mouse bile, it’ll be out in no time. Kits driving their mother to distraction? Who better than she to start a game and give the poor she-cat a moment’s peace?
And yet, beneath the general mousy and helpful exterior, Mistcloud is a warrior. She’s not going to sit back and let some bully of a Clanmate push around a weaker cat, and she won’t tolerate kits picking on a denmate. There is a touch of steel there, and while she might need someone to back her up, to help her make herself heard, Mistcloud’s not afraid to point out the right or wrong of a situation.
History: Mistkit was the younger pair of she-kits born to hugely devoted parents- their father, Silverstorm, and their mother, Duskflower. Right up to their sixth moon, both parents played an equal part (or as equal as possible) in the raising of the two kits. Mistkit was hooked on the tom’s stories: tales of danger, of skirmishes fought to protect their territory, of hunts where it was all his skill against the prey’s drive to live another day.
But, after their ceremony where they took their apprentice names, Mistpaw began to ease back as she saw how close Smokepaw was growing to the tom. She turned to Duskflower instead, not wanting to intrude, but still pleased when her father continued to seek her out, never forgetting her in favor of Smokepaw.
Losing him was devastating- watching him grow more and more ill, and no treatment administered doing any good. He died in their tenth moon. It was a horrible loss, but unlike Smokepaw, Mistpaw leaned on Duskflower from the start, fondly remembering the tom and using the closeness to recover from his death.
It was her first lesson in dealing with trauma- emotional, but still, and she used the lesson many times since. Sometimes, just talking and listening can be helpful.
She and Smokepaw became warriors in time: Mistcloud and Smokestorm. It was fitting for her sister to take their father’s name as her own, and Mistcloud thinks of him every time she says her sister’s name.
Not too long after their ceremony, Duskflower took another mate. Mistcloud welcomed him from the start, thrilled that her mother was allowing herself a chance to be happy again. She deserved it. Before long, there were two new kits in the nursery, more kits she could claim as siblings, and Mistcloud jumped in wholeheartedly to help care for them.
And, quite recently herself, she’s become aware she’s carrying her own- her first litter. She will name the father if asked, but she’s not mates with him- she’s not quite willing, yet, to tie herself down- but she’s quite capable of bearing and raising kits without a mate, and she fully intends to do so.
RP Example: Not required
Other: Nothing