Post by laur on Mar 3, 2009 12:51:19 GMT -5
Name |
Gender | She-cat
Age | 13 Moons
Rank |
Clan | StreamClan
Beliefs| Mistpaw believes quite strongly in StarClan. Ever since she first heard of the group of mystical cats, her thoughts and hopes have always been directed towards them. She has always searched for something, anything, to believe in, and finally found it once she joined the clans.
Parents | Tessa - Mother [PC] Darrel - Father [NP]
Siblings | Cookie - Sister [NP] Sadie - Sister [NP] Salem - Brother [NP] Sky - Deceased sister [NP]
Other Kin | Relatives - Unknown [NP, I think =D]
Mate | Not yet
Crush | Not yet
Kits | Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor | Sootclaw
Appearance | Mistpaw's small body is coated with silver fur as smooth as velvet. The soft, relatively short fur is not split by stripes, or dappled by spots, for it is pure grey. On her long, thin tail, however, there is a russet tint that can be found on the top half. She has small pink ears, and short, thin whiskers. Her nose is a slightly darker grey than the majority of her pelt. Mistpaw's eyes, however, are ones to behold. They are a pale, pale green, which seems to be the same silvery color as her fur in some lights. Looking into them, any cat can easily see and experience the feelings that are coursing through her; anger, happiness, depression, love.
As for her build, Mistpaw is a relatively small she-cat. Her body is lithe, and her legs and tail are rather thin. She is in no way a heavy cat, weighing around six pounds. Strong muscles hide beneath her soft pelt, but they aren't nearly as strong as many others'. Mistpaw stands at about nine and a half inches high, but has a very long body.
Personality | Mistpaw can be described with two words: calm and quiet. She does not like to speak out, but nevertheless enjoys conversations. She has never been the cat to be loud and bubbly, instead she prefers to sit on the sidelines and watch. In emergencies and bad situations, Mistpaw is usually the cat to keep her cool. She feels that the easiest way to get through any situation is to be calm and collected. Because of this, Mistpaw tends to stay out of clan business, for she finds that the high-ranking cats find it all too easy to panic.
Though she tries to be a polite and cordial cat, Mistpaw is easily angered when any cat mentions her family. It's a very sensitive subject for her, so she is not afraid to react badly when any cat comments about them. When she does this, however, Mistpaw soons finds herself apologizing profusely to the cat she lashed out at. She hates having anyone mad or disappointed with her, and often takes it too harshly. Especially with her mentor, Mistpaw will beat herself up if she disappoints him/her.
Mistpaw, like many apprentices, dislikes elders. She does have a huge soft spot for kits and queens, however, and can easily be found socializing with a pregnant she-cat or playing games with young kits. She hopes to one day start a family of her own; a family to help with the grief she feels for the family she had left behind.
Skills | Though her skills are still developing, Mistpaw has proven to be a decent hunter. Hunting, however, is probably the only thing she will ever be decent at. She is a poor fighter, and her tracking skills still need a lot more work. She works hard, though, and tries her best at everything she does. There is one ability that she will always be good at: making friends.
History | Mistpaw was born into a small, cozy house by the forest's edge to her mother, Tessa. She was part of a litter of four, much to her two-legs' surprise. Tessa only twice mentioned her mate, Darrel, for he was brought away by different two-legs once the deed was done.
Mistpaw, later names Sonya, grew up in the old house for five moons. Her sisters, Cookie and Sadie, and her brother Salem all played with her and were happy. The two-legs treated the kittens well, and fed them delicious kibble.
One day, however, a hoard of new two-legs entered the small house. They began picking up the kittens, surveying them, and chatting. Sonya turned to her mother, uneasiness plain in her eyes.
"Run, Sonya. Get out. No matter where you go, you will never see any of us again. Choose your destiny, and be free."
Her mother croaked to Sonya, eyes welled up with emotion. Sonya knew she had to leave, and live the life of a forest cat. She nuzzled all of her siblings goodbye, and bolted out the door when the first group of two-legs left with Cookie.
Sonya wandered through the forest for moons, starving at first. Her instincts soon kicked in, and she taught herself to hunt and fight. As time passed, Sonya grew older, wiser, and lonlier. There wasn't a day where she could look back towards the old house and feel happy. She missed her siblings, and most of all, her mother.
As she was wandering through the woods, however, a group of cats came and preached to her. She joined the clans swiftly, the lonliness in her heart hoping to be diminished. Sonya took on the name Mistpaw, in honor of her misty-colored pelt. She has lived with the clans ever since, hoping to prove to herself, her clan-mates and her family that she made the right choice.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp