Post by jinxeh ఇ on Dec 29, 2011 18:05:10 GMT -5
mistpaw
LOOKS LIKE THE HOLY GHOST IS GONE
NOW YOU'RE AFRAID OF YOURSELF
OVER YOUR SHOULDER YOU HAVE TO WATCH
HEAVEN FALL INTO HELL
LOOKS LIKE THE HOLY GHOST IS GONE
NOW YOU'RE AFRAID OF YOURSELF
OVER YOUR SHOULDER YOU HAVE TO WATCH
HEAVEN FALL INTO HELL
name...mistkit- mistpaw -mistheart
age...six moons
gender...femme
clan...leopardclan
position...apprentice
species...snow leopard
apperance... 450As far as apprentices go, she can be considered small. Narrow through the shoulders, and down her back, she is in no way intimidating, even to her fellow apprentices. Her back is not as long as it might be, but it is proportionate to her small frame. The femme's legs look out of place under her small torso, thick with the amounts of fur that cover them. Bracing the pretty apprentice are rather large paws, wide set, with deadly claws concealed within them. Though she is young, she is quick on her large paws, her level of coordination quite high for a cat her age. Her lithe frame contributes to her ability to move swiftly, a most gracious feature that she would take over strength any day. On that topic, she isn't exactly lacking in that compartment either, but she doesn't care to hone the skill,
The she-cats' head is placed upon her shoulders in an almost nonchalant way. Rounded, with slight definition in her chin area, Mistpaw has a dopey look to her. That said, she is also a very pretty she-cat, but the features and positioning of them upon her face take away from the beauty of her. Nose squished into her face, her face looks too compacted together. Thankfully, for her sake at least, her eyes are a beauty; stone gray-blue color, that draw attention away from her less flattering features. Her eyes are captivating, and beautiful, they light up when she is happy, and blaze when she is upset, either emotion however, she steals your focus. Atop her head, are two ever so slightly pointed ears, that are placed a ways apart from each other, another feature that adds instead of takes away from the young she-cat.
Like most snow leopards, Mistpaw's pelt is predominately white. Being as young as she is, it hasn't had time to darken to a light grey. Flecking her pelt, is the signature black, and dark grey spots of her breed, however, they are mostly blurred by her long undercoat. The she-cats face is painted with small black lines, two of which rise from each of her eyes. Her forehead is splattered with black as well, though it is less noticeable then the rest of the black on her face. Around her maw, on each side of her mouth are blotches of black, where her whiskers protrude from face. Mistpaws tail is long, and quite fluffy, the same as the rest of her pelt. Her pelt itself is extremely soft, like down on a baby bird, and it has the appearance of it as well.
personality... 377Narrow-minded. For being as young as she is, she already has a very clear idea of the way life should be. Certain of the paw in which her life will carry her, she is determined to follow it to a tee, and not let anything distract her from her destiny. Because of this mind set, she is not open to new ideas. She is quite content with living in the perfect world she has been creating in her simple little mind, no matter what anyone says or does.
Obstinate. There's being stubborn, and then there is just down right obstinate. Mistpaw is no stranger to this aspect of her personality, and anyone that decides to talk her out of, or into something has met it full force. When it comes to training, if she does something, and it isn't up to par, or she has trouble with a specific move, she will not stop until she has perfected it. The same with hunting. If she starts a hunt, she will finish it, no matter what.
Slow. Unfortunately, Mistpaw was not blessed with brains. She isn't dumb, per say, but she also isn't nearly as smart as she should be. She's slow, and it takes her much longer to clue into things than it does other people. Also, she has very poor problem-solving skills, and a below average, memory for things that are imminent to Clan life.
Low self-esteem. Even at the mere age of six moons, Mistpaw had a seriously low self esteem. The cause of this, is not really known, for Mistpaw isn't even sure why she is so low on herself. But, her level of confidence is very prominent when it comes to her warrior training, for she is hesitant to try new fighting techniques or different hunting tactics.
Easy-going. All negatives aside, she is an extremely easy-going, and happy apprentice. In normal conversation, she is pleasant to talk to, and she is very good at keeping a conversation going. In other situations, where she is either shut down, or insulted, she is pretty forgiving, unless you tick her off, then it takes her a little longer to rebound. Mistpaw does not hold grudges.
history... 614The exact time of birth, and season is not known to most of the Clan, including the young she-cat. The only cat that knows, is the mother of Mistpaw, a young pretty snow leopard, whose whereabouts are unknown. The absence of the apprentice's mother. has raised many questions about Mistpaw, where she is from, what kind of cat her mother was, who her father was. Are they rogues? Loners? Alive, deceased? Every question has been asked, but no answers have been received.
unknown
The small kitten dangled from her mothers mouth, eyes unopened, and ears still shut from the world around her. Feeble mewls were the only sounds coming from the two cats. The kit was confused, and she was just shy of two days. She wanted milk, and she wanted warmth. She uneducated as to why her mother had woke her from her nap that morning and without letting her suckle, snatched her up. The path she was taking was bumpy, for Mistkit could feel her neck fur snagging every now and then on the sharp tips of her mother's incisors.
When they finally came to a stop, the air nipped at her belly, causing her to shake violently. Her mewling grew louder and soon, the feel of her mothers grip was gone and she found herself on all four paws. The ground felt soft under the pads of her small juvenile feet. Cold earth enveloped her body, causing her to shiver once again, and her mewls reached a peak. She wanted her mommy, and she wanted warmth, and to feel safe.
Safe...
Strong jaws closed around her, heat flooding over her and her mewls stopped. She felt her paws leave the ground once again, and she squirmed. She didn't know how long she was dangling from the cats mouth, or whether it was her mother or who, but she knew she wanted to be let down. That wish was granted and she found herself against a very soft pelt, one that was emitting heat like a furnace. She snuggled right in.
mistkit
unaware of the fact that she was not of leopardclan blood, the scrawny kit ran around the nursery like she owned the place. ears perked, and blue eyes taking in everything around her, she barrelled into the other kits, and leapt atop her adoptive mother. The white puffball was full of energy and hope for the world, but it was noted early on that she was much slower than the other kits, but not to the point where she could be considered stupid.
mistkit wanted nothing to do with being an apprentice, she wanted to stay in the nursery for the rest of her life with her mom, and not have to worry about hunting and fighting. it didn't appeal to her. mistkit liked being in the nursery where it smelled sweet, and was always warm. she had listened to the apprentice constantly complaining about having to clean the elders den and stepping on thorns, or getting yelled at during training.
the kitten had cried to her mother numerous times, exclaiming in shrill tones that she didn't want to be an apprentice. her mother would hush her gently and tell her that all great warriors needed to become apprentices. mistkit would insist she didn't want to be a warrior, that she wanted to reside in the nursery for the rest of her life. her mother would laugh, and tell her that when she had kits of her own, she would be back in the nursery.
suddenly the idea of being an apprentice didn't seem so bad.
mistpaw
and, so, the story begins.
