Mist that Flies Above the Clouds

[Mist]

NAME Mist that Flies Above the Clouds (MIST)
RANK To-be Prey-Hunter
GENDER she-cat
AGE 5 moons
SHORT DESCRIPTION Small, slim silver she-cat with ice-blue eyes and black spots/stripes/swirls.
REFERENCE
FAMILY

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APPEARANCE
&.x the BUILD

Mist is slim and lithe, very small for a cat. She
looks almost malnourished, painfully skinny and
always jumpy. She is long-legged and swift, a streak
of silver and black when she needs to run. Being very
small, Mist has very little strength in battle, relying on
her swiftness and habit of slipping through though
brambles like a fish. Her whiskers are medium-sized,
white in color though one or two are black. Her ears are
somewhat large, giving her a sort of fox-like appearance.

&.x the FUR

Mist has short silver fur with intricate black
designs, a startling mix of spots, stripes, and
swirls. Her black swirls are hard to track, always
intertwined with spots and stripes. Three black swirls
radiate from her forhead, the middle darkening into a
single black stripe that runs down her back, ending in
the tip of her ink-black tail. Mist's ears are nearly all
irridescent silver, but have tufts of black sticking from
the top. The tip of her tail is a deep, ebony black; the
ending of the black stripe. On Mist's right foreleg is a
black diamond, like a piece of coal.

&.x the EYES

Mistflight's eyes are a light, ice-blue color, flecked with
gray and streaked with silver. They are large and
kitten-like, giving Mist an innocent, apprentice-like
look. They are cold, though, revealing slightly the
personality underneath, like ice.

&.x the WEAPONS

Mistflight's claws and teeth are sharp and white,
thornlike in looks and sharpness. With her lack of
strength, her use of claws and teeth are vitally
important for her to use them in battle.


shop additions Uhhh Nothing... xD

PERSONALITY
Mist is a strange she-cat, personality-wise. She seems a
little too shy, too distant. In this people misunderstand
her, interpreting her shyness for the apparent lack of
likeness to friendly contact. Mist is actually a very sweet
she-cat once you get to know her, a little shy, a little
stubborn.

Once you get past her first appearance, she is a nice cat
to be around. She loves to argue, mostly when she
knows she's wrong and wants to know if the other person
would change thier view. Mist is prone to resort to very
mean sarcasm, and has a great view of irony. Sometimes
she uses it to acheive wah she belives "fun", but a very
crude and mean version of the word. She mostly does
that only to enemies, but messing around with friends also.

Mist is fiercely loyal to her friends, somewhat over-protective
at times. As said above, she is very mean to her
enemies. Friends are radically different to her; special. She
treats then very well, though sometimes allows herself to
be stepped all over and sometimes treating them unlike
how they should be. She seems to be too trustworthy,
trusting anyone who feels ready to get to know her. She
hold hardly any secrets. Mist is very nearly always happy
and smiling, though sometimes has very radical mood
swings.

HISTORY
On a cold winters night in the land of
the Tribe, two kits were born. White, the mother,
had a lot of problems with the birthing, not being very
strong to begin with. The two kits were finally born, a tom
and a she-cat. Both kits were sickly, but Mist was
unusually small. The mother, thin and frail, could not take
the weight of birthing two kits, and died soon after.

They did not give Mist much hope, but Flamekit was
expected to live. She was sick with fever, barely born, and
it was the middle of winter. Things did not look good for the
young kit. Another queen suckled her, took her into her litter.
Her name was Silver.

When Mist was finally apprenticed, she went out in the
forest on her own. She wanted to catch prey for her own,
just to see how it felt. After at least five attempted jumps
and misses, she decided to just sit there and wait for the
prey to come. Soon a smallish mouse came by, and she
leaped on it happily. Sadly Mist did not know how muddy
the forest floor was, slipped, missed, and came home
extremely muddy and wet.

Soon after that little excursion, her foster mother came
down with a bad cold. It was more than a cold, actually,
and even after the Medicine Cat's efforts, Silver
didn't make it. That was probably the saddest moment
of Mistf's life, and somewhat hardened her heart.

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CODEWORD? Silver ^.^
OTHER ...I'm sorry the history sucks xD