MISTYSTRIPE of ashclan.

[...Pyre]

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM MISTYSTRIPE of the great AshClan Age 31 moons of age. Gender lady. Rank warrior. How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS SILVER LIKE A MINNOW and my eyes are a crisp green apple color Scars Tiny ones beneath her coat. Appearance A small she-cat in general, Mistystripe has a graceful, swan-like neck and lithe body. She's got average limbs, excelling both strength-wise and speed-wise. Her face is curved, but comes down like a triangle. In the back, Mistystripe has a thin, smooth tail that ends in a point, and loves to curl about like a snake. Unlike some of her clan mates, her fur is not long, nor thick, so at a young age she was required to numb her attention to the cold that comes with living near howling water. She's a strong she-cat, and has a tough body to prove it. No matter her size, she's willing to fight with her white claws and sharp fangs. Unfortunately, Mistystripe isn't strong enough to hold off larger cats, and generally stays around groups of her clan mates so they can attack as one. Like her name states, Mistystripe is a feline of different gray stripes. She's mostly a soft silver, with a bit of dark, stormy gray running down the middle of her face. What faint stripes she has mix between thunder gray and a milky white, which extends from her muzzle and chin down to her chest. Above her pinkish red nose is also a slab of the same cream color. Mistystripe's paws are also an oddity. The front paws are both gray, with one being darker then the other. The darker paw has a ring of white above it, like a toe-less sock. In the back, her paws are white, with maybe a fleck of gray here and there. Her tail is, however, the darkest area on her body, with the stripes and rings around it being black. Her name derives from a grayish stripe running down her back. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M A GOOD GAL AND NEVER ARGUE Personality Neither emotional nor angry, Mistystripe is a good example of the types of gals one finds in small towns. She's a natural leader, firm but still understanding. Sometimes, she tends to be a bit shy in nature, and prefers to listen rather than be the conversation starter. However, what she has to say are usually good things, and are said with a rational, calm voice, very articulate. She has a strong heart, and is very passionate toward things that affect her clan. Her will is quite large, and she pushes herself to the limit. At times, She isn't the type to flirt without any thought of consequences later. But she's a sweetheart, and if proposed with the idea of having a family, would agree immediately. When out with toms, Mistystripe does get down and dirty. Her heart craves adventure whenever she's bored, and so she has a habit of disappearing for a while. But if her clan--or anyone, for that matter--is in danger, she's there, charging into battle. She doesn't have an ego, but something inside always tells her to help, even if her help isn't required. She likes working, and helping is just one way of doing so. She's outspoken and courageous; stimulating interest almost everywhere he goes. Mistystripe isn't as optimistic as she lets on. Sometimes her mood does go down, and when it does she is generally found brooding. Instead of blaming others, unless it's very clear, she blames herself and regrets whatever it was that happened. It's incredibly easy to pull the guilt trip on her, and she can be lenient toward she-cats and younger folk. However, if challenged or threatened, Mistystripe can get aggravated, especially when moody. Rogues and loners can expect to get a perhaps tense welcome, especially if they are toms. She's very wary around them, and won't back down to a challenge. Preferences LIKES A lot of things--mainly serving her clan. And food. Also fishing. DISLIKES Birds, oddly enough. Nosy cats. Elders telling her what to do. Secret Ambitions She sort of wishes she could start a family at some point in her life. Kits always did amuse her. Strengths/Weaknesses Mistystripe is a good strategist, and focuses on what would help her clan. She's quick on her feet and with her mind, and is rarely indecisive. However, she's not familiar with the laws of love, and falls into crushes easily. A handsome face will always get her jelly-legged. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE RACCOONMASK AND FOGGYTAIL Family Raccoonmask - A playful, but snappy young tom that ended up being killed by a monster before he could see his kits become warriors. Father of Mistystripe. Foggytail - A pretty she-cat with a heart of gold and a love for kits. She's currently an elder, having retired early due to her poor eyesight. Mother of Mistystripe. Palewisker - A light gray tom that is kind of goofy about a lot of things. Brother of Mistystripe. Marshpelt - A dark brown she-cat that can be a bit grumpy but has good morals. An elder with Foggytail. Aunt of Mistystripe. Thunderpaw - A bulky dark gray tom that looks up to Mistystripe and has a lazy eye. Cousin of Mistystripe. Event that Lead to being a Warrior Mistystripe helped bring her cousin back after he wandered off during the night. History Raccoonmask stared down at the two kits cuddled against his mate's stomach, purring loudly. Both were of decent size, and although they had the same gray fur as Foggytail had, he knew they'd be built like him. "They're beautiful," Foggytail whispered, nuzzling the she-cat. The pair squeaked, wriggling about. Active little pipsqueaks. "They'll be fantastic warriors--better than any AshClan has seen!" He proclaimed, his tail wriggling happily. Foggytail looked on, laughing gently. She was tired, real tired. The tom, Palekit, had given her trouble due to his incessant wriggling but oh StarClan she was just glad to have them both healthy and beautiful. As her mate bounced and danced around, she looked down at Mistykit, purring fondly. Oh, she'd be a wonderful she-cat when she grew. Foggytail could just tell. ---- Mistypaw stared up at the cloudy sky with wonder, her dark tail quivering in excitement. "Look, Marshpelt! Snow!" She squeaked happily. Her mentor, and aunt, watched as the gray tabby stumbled forward, pawing at the air as sprinkles of fluff fell upon them. Her belly was starting to round a bit from her pregnancy, but Marshpelt had always found the time to train Mistypaw. She had a lot of potential, that she-cat. "Mm. It'll make hunting incredibly harder," she murmured. Mistypaw paused, looking toward her solemnly. "I swear by StarClan that I'll get you a piece of prey every day--so your kits can be healthy," declared the young apprentice, her eyes lit up and a fidget in her paws. Marshpelt chuckled, licking her ear softly. "Thank you, Mistypaw. Now, lets go, we've got work to do." "Yes'm!" --- Mistystripe laughed, nudging Palewhisker away. "Go flirt with some she-cat, ugly duck!" She teased. Her brother huffed, but grinned and swatted at her tail before sauntering away, probably off to flirt. She shook her head, smiling a bit. She had just made it to her warrior age, and now she was ready to serve her clan. Her father had during her apprenticeship, and although his passing was hard, she accepted it. She'd become a great warrior for him. And make sure her clan stayed safe. Sample RP xxx You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

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Accepted!

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