Mistybreeze/Warrior

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Name: Mistybreeze
Gender: She-cat
Moons: 26moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan/Land: Riverclan
Description:

Mistybreeze is a pretty silver she-cat, with with faint black stripes on her face, accompanied with two small spots above her large, round ocean-blue eyes. Her nose is small, and more reddish than pink with a faint outline of black. Her muzzle is a creamy white, and gradually darkens into a slight brown on the bride of her nose, and silver around the eyes. She has two black lines running out, from the corner of her slanted eyes.

Her ears are large, but not wide. More tall so to speak. But instead of the silver that runs throughout her body, the backs of her ears are a creamy brown more white towards the center, with the tips darkening to a bold black. They have a small tuft of silver fur at the end, buts its hardly noticable.

Now, back to those pretty eyes of hers. Like any other cats her eyes are large and round, but with a deeper, more elegant color. The color of the ocean on a calm windless day. Now, her eyes are slightly, but still noticably, more slanted. This pretty girls eyes show more of her emotion than she realises, and in difficult situations, the other cat can almost always tell what shes feeling.

Her built is of a slender she-cat. Nothing about her is small or bulky. Her legs are long and great for running. A trait you would normally see in WindClan cats, but she got lucky and got the long legs. Now those long, thin legs lead down to small, delicatly rounded paws. Now combined, long legs, and small paws give her an advantage. If she were forced to flee for any reason she could make a quicker get-away, and those small paws of hers would allow her to move almost ghostly silent.

Her tail is long and thin, narrowing towards the end, to where it ends in a sharp point. Her head is small, but not to small, and she is built more like an arrow, for speed and grace. -wow, the more I try to describe her the more she starts to look like a WindClan Cat- But don't underestimate her. She may look soft and sweet but this girl has got some attitude.

Her claws, are long and sharp, the color of silver fish flashing in the water, and the pads on her paws are small and pink, sprinkled with silver specks. Her fur is a soft silver, dotted with small black spots here and there, but also with faint black stripes, making it easier for her to hide in dense undergrowth. Unfortunaly her silvery fur is marked with a faint scar on her back.

Okay, lets do a once over; Her eyes are a pretty ocea blue, her build is long, thin and gracefull, her fur is elegant silver with small spots and faint stripes. Her paws are small and round, matched with long thin legs. Good? I thought so. Now lets move on shall we?

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History // Past:

As a kit Mistykit was always the serious one. She hardly ever get into trouble and. But even though most of the time she acted serious she had times where she just had to be a kit. Teasing the younger kits that were in the nursery at the time. Even some of the older ones. But she never teased Stonekit.

She would sometimes taunt the older kits into a squabble but would always stop just before things turned messy. Even though she had her playfull moments, she also liked order and would constantly order the other kits around. Telling them what to do and when to do it. Her mother *adopive* always joked that she would make a great leader one day, but Mistykit overheard and started taking it more seriously.

It wasn't long before she started trying to tell the apprentices what to do. Now even tohugh they were older, they did what she told, only to get her to leave them be, for she was quite persistant. And didn't give up easily, often continuing to pester them till they did as she aked. And this made her feel even more confident in her ability to lead.

Now like the apprentices some of the warriors complied, because one; they thought she was just too cute, two; they wanted to be left alone and three; they were trying to spur her interest even more into becoming a deputy and even leader someday. But she made a mistake one day when she tried to order around one of the more. . . difficult warriors. This particular tom was in a grouchy mood that day and when she approached him, she didn't heed his warning glare.

Instead she went on ahead and told him to do multipul things. The older tom exploded. He pushed her away, but she was just to stubborn to be brushed off. She approached him again telling him to do so now. He grew even more angrier and unsheathed his claws, smacking at her. She had seen his claws flashing and turned in time for him not to hit her face, and instead he got her back, giving her a small scar for life.

But just because one cat didn't do as she said didn't usurp her postion as the 'Kit leader'. No, it only inflamed her passion for being deputy. So her bossing around continued till she was an apprentice. But by then she had learned from being struck at, that she needs to lighten up a little.

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As an apprentice Mistypaw had lightened up some. She was less persistant and more like kittens of her age are -around 6 to 7 moons-. She played alot more and rarely, but still got into some form of trouble or another. She still ordered others around. Just not as much. Her little squabble fixed that. Mistypaw still had all intentions of becoming deputy and leader after that.

Determination set her on the path she wanted. She worked hard to become the best she could possibly be. Trying to bring in the biggest catch of prey, outrunning her fellow apprentices and working on skills that were already sharpened to a fine point.
She never seemed to be satisifed with herself and disiplined herself mentaly. Constantly critisizing herself for punishment when she embarassed herself, or didn't do a job to perfection.

While during her apprentice stage, she didn't encounter many battles. Just the usual bored skirmishes. There was one time though. Where she had snuck out of camp to try to perfect her hunting skill. She was about half way to the border, where after that theres nothing. Just empy wilderness. She heard a faint mewling.

Alarmed by the fact that kit would be out there, she crossed the scent markers. Slightly frightened by this new and unfamiliar territory she crept quietly, darting from the rocks to bunches of heather. When she finally located the tiny thing she squeaked in suprise. It tiny and thin too. Its little pink mouth open and mewling in apparent hunger. Its white eplt, which would look fluffier when cleaned was dirty and ragged, its ribs showing underneith.

She approached the tiny scrap cautiosly, incase its parents were nearby. Scenting the air and not finding any other smells besides her own and the kits she decided it deserved a chance at normal life. Gingerly she picked the baby by the scruff, suprised by its weight, her head drooped. The kit wiggled in her grasp and she growled around its fur to hold still. Weather or not the kit understood was a mystery, but it indeed did go limp in her jaws. Wondering if she would even be able to make it back to camp with the poor thing she started her treck home.

Eventually she did make it back, but it was the next day that she did. The camp was in an uproar, trying to find her. Her adoptive mother was the first to spot her. She ran forward, making a fuss over her untill she noticed the small white scrap dangling from an exsausted Mistypaws jaws. The queen took the kitten from Mistypaw and ushered her back to camp, following close behind.

When they were back into the safety of camp her mother lectured her gentelly. Scolding her on how its wrong to sneak out of camp. But the scoldings didn't last long. The white kit made sure of that. Being as they were near the nursery, it smelled the sweetish milk smell. Wriggling towards the nursery, its eyes still sealed close, it mewed loudly, demanding food. Now.

The queen laughed and looked down at Mistypaw, "Looks like your going to have a new sister~!" she mewed, laughter still in her voice. "Did you name her?" she asked the blue-grey apprentice. Mistypaw nodded. "I did mother."
"And just what did you name her?"
"I started calling her, Flurrykit, Mother."
"Flurrykit...? I like it. I think it suits her well~!"

Mistypaw smiled at that and licked the kit on the head, "Hello Flurrykit." she mewed, showing a softer side, that seemed to suprise to gathering crowd, "I'm going to be you big sister, 'kay?" she said, her voice still soft and gentle.

A few moons later, Flurrykit was bouncing about in excitment, her older sister - read paragraphs above - was becoming a warrior.

[[:3 my hands are hurting now from so much typing. But i still need to make Flurrykits bio soon...]]

Personality:

Mistybreeze has a strong sense of right and wrong, and despises discord. She is a tactful kitty who approach life with a bit of sugar-coating to make the ride less bumpy for herself and for those around her. Mistybreeze innately and often unconsciously strives for balance and serenity in her life, sometimes going to extremes to maintain the peace despite the ups and downs inherent in everyday living.

She is generally well-liked in her social circles and functions best in situations in which she is surrounded by admiring friends and family. She is able to see both sides of an issue, but in her need to please everyone all the time, she may often be perceived as uncommitted or indecisive. She can't get enough of learning all about the cats around her.

But don't misjudge her. This is just a small part of her. The otherpart is sometimes shown, but not as much as she would like. She tends to flirt with other guys, and teases everyone playfully. Mistybreeze can also be sweet, but she doesnt like to show that part of herself. She doesn't wish to be made fun of because she is softer than most.

She does love a good challenge though. And will often jump at the chance to have one. She won't hesitate to jump into a squabble if one of the ones she's close to is being picked on in any way. For a nice she-cat, she sure does have quiet a wide vocabulary, that she has picked up from those around her. She sometimes picks a fight, when shes in one of her 'moods' and tends to taunt her enemy, till the opponent is angry.

Most of the time though she just cooly brushes them off, no matter how irksome they are. She made a vow to herself and StarClan not to attack, unless attacked first or to help a friend in battle. You can count on Mistybreeze to help smooth ruffled feathers though. She is classy, intelligent, caring, and sensual, and loyal and fair, and will be an empathetic listener who will ignore your shortcomings for the sake of harmony in the relationship.

in any relationship is a loyal friend who is interested in your issues and will bend over backwards to treat you fairly. However, watch out for little white lies that are designed to sugar coat the rough edges of reality for you. She is kind and compassionate, and will welcome you into her circle of friends readily.

You may detect some indecisiveness, but a little prodding will usually propel Mistybreeze to take a stand on one side or the other, atleast for the moments. In general friendship with this girly is an easygoing,longlastind and satasfying friendship.

Role Playing Example:

Mistybreeze rolled onto her back, curling into a little 'u' and streached. Rolling back over she padded out of the warriors den, blinking the sleep from her eyes. Looking about she spotted some flat rocks in the sun. Walking over to the rocks, and curled up on them, fluffing out her fur to soak up asmuch of the warm sunlight as possible.

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Theme Song:
Code Word: Twisted Warriors
Biography Completion: Yes

[☮iSLY]

obviously approved! =D
great work!