~Mistybrook : StormClan~

[♫~Vanilla~♫]

Name:
Mistybrook

Age:
14 moons

Clan:
StormClan

Rank:
Medicine Cat

Gender:
She-cat

Picture:
Cat: farm4.static.flickr.com/3020/2728303233_a942fcea9b.jpg?v=0

Wings: 4.bp.blogspot.com/_267Tw9lEOoM/S6168W7fhRI/AAAAAAAABmQ/CbsUWmY_M9Y/s1600/dove.jpg

Quick Appearence:
A pretty seal-point she-cat with blue eyes.

Appearence:
Fur's pigmentation was mostly of an off-white, creamy hue. Muzzle, ears, and legs were then colored an ashen tone which slowly faded back to the ivory from which it stained. Wide, crystalline eyes sparkled a radiant frosty blue. Her face was round, with a small, wider muzzle to accompany it. Large ears rose atop, velvety in texture. Body was lean and slender, held up by lengthy legs. Her tail had wispy fur, and was tipped with gray. Her appearance accurately converted her personality into an image.

Personality:
Maternal female had a hushed voice that was rarely used. When she did speak, it was in a comforting tone. Hardly perfect, soft nature could allow the she-cat to be stepped on and manipulated even by some of the least cunning. Stress could weigh her down heavily, with the lives of her clanmates in her hands at all times. When under pressure, she spoke even less than usual. Mistybrook was not the type to quarrel with others. She wouldn't get along with them though, as she kept to herself. The she-cat was very intelligent, with an astounding memory. This made her well suited for her position in the clan. Certainly not a rule-breaker, but not in fear of the consequences. She simply did what she was told, being a docile creature. Her faith in StarClan is immense. Being a Medicine cat, she may never take a mate, but her heart still longs for a family. For she loves kits, and having her own was always a dream of hers.

History:
Living a very simple life, Mistybrook was the only kit in her litter. She had a loving mother, and a protective father who always looked after her. As a kit, she would stay by her mother's side and listen to stories of many great cats, but her favorites were of StarClan. It seemed surreal to her that a cat could have twinkling stars in their fur, but the magic of it inspired her to believe.
During her first winter, the she-kit became very sick. Greencough had struck StormClan that season, and many cats were ill. That is when she met the medicine cat, Sagefur. Mistykit was amazed at how she could use plants to cure the clan cats' greencough. After she had recovered, she remained in the Medicine den, helping out.
It was only natural that Mistykit would become a medicine cat apprentice. At the time, giving up the chance to have a mate seemed like it was no problem. So she became Mistypaw, the Medicine cat apprentice. During Moonpool meetings, she huddled herself in a corner, far from the others.
Not a quarter-moon after her training had been finished, tragedy struck. A rogue had snuck into the nursery in the middle of the night, and Sagefur died protecting the queens and their kits. Mistybrook was devastated. She said absolutely nothing for two moons, a melancholy look could always be found upon her face. Eventually she grew to accept that she may only see her mentor in her dreams from now on, bringing us to our present day.

Role-play Example:
Cats begun to stir outside the den, easily heard as they embarked on the dawn patrol. Bird song echoed through the forest, another signal that a new day was starting. Mistybrook awoke from her sleep, letting her forelegs out in a stretch, her jaws parted as she let out a raspy yawn. Her bright, baby blue eyes opened to glance around at the familiar scenery that surrounded her. Same old medicine den, complete with the piles of herbs and mixtures of the former. Light streamed through the entrance, leaving dappled shadows across the front of her.

She sat down, wispy tail curled over her hind paws. Her fur was all messed up from sleeping, so she ran her tongue over it to mat it down. Her coat was made of subtle tones, mostly a milky off white that was stained only by a hints of gray. The StormClan Medicine cat wasn't the puffiest, but neither was she very sleek. Her lanky legs where held against her body in the position she sat, a habit she picked up from her mentor.

Mistybrook still missed her late mentor. She was the only friend that she had acquired over her lifetime. Kind and gentle, and very patient; not that she had to be. Mistybrook was an excellent student to her, with a lightning fast memory. It was as if she was destined to become a medicine cat. As much as she enjoyed her job, the she-cat wanted nothing more than a day without any patients. This was usual for her, but for a different reason. On normal circumstances, this would mean her clanmates where healthy and happy. But nowadays, she wanted to sit in silence and mourn her only friend. Her conversations she had with the cat who now resides in StarClan had made one thing clear; Sagefur wanted her to get over it and be happy. But that just wasn't possible when there was no one left for her.

This predicament is what brought an old feeling back. The young medicine cat had always wanted kits, but once she agreed to take up the job she dearly loved, the dream of a family was crushed. She was torn now, between her desire to do as StarClan wished her to, and to follow her own heart. Logically, it wouldn't matter which she chose. Mistybrook was so painfully shy that the tom would have to like her. No tom would even notice her as quiet as she was, let alone find her a prospect as a mate. She sighed, and trotted out from her den to snatch a mouse off the fresh-kill pile. Then, promptly, without saying a word to anyone, she returned to her den to eat.

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Approved.

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