m i s t f a l l
THE BASICS
N A M E
Mistfall
G E N D E R
She-cat
A G E
26 Moons
R A N K
Warrior
W A N T E D
R A N K
Mistfall has ambitions to be deputy
A P P E A R A N C E
Mistfall is an olive eyed silver tabby, with the occasional ginger fleck breaking the black striping on her pelt. This foreign colour is most noticeable around her eyes. Her fur is short, but quite thick. Mistfall's torso is littered with various, mostly minor, scars but there is a prominent one from her lower lip, down her jaw and throat and ending at her breastbone. She has a slight kink at the end of her tail, which is a genetic flaw. Mistfall is lean she-cat, with obvious balance and power behind her movements. She's pretty small for her age, and could probably be overpowered easily if a fight was based on brute strength alone. However, what she lacks in stature she definitely makes up for in composure, precision and flexibility- she's a formidable opponent by anyone's standards.
RELATIONSHIPS
M E N T O R
Mistfall's mentor was a powerful tom named Foxfang. He pushed her to do her best, and though his methods were often harsh Mistfall felt more respect and love for him that she did for her own kin. He was injured in battle, and though she wounded- fatally, it would turn out- to save him, he died a few hours short of seeing her made a warrior. So she stashed his memory away her in her heart, for the times when she needed a little rage in her belly, and moved on.
A P P R E N T I C E
Mistfall has never been chosen to mentor an apprentice. This is both a blessing and a curse.
P A R E N T S
Her mother was a she-cat named Wildfur- aptly named for her tangled pelt. For whatever reason, Wildfur chose never to introduce Mistfall to her father. She's never been especially bothered about this.
S I B L I N G S
She has two littermates- Alderpaw and Wolfshadow. Alderpaw died while the three were apprentices, of greencough, but Wolfshadow continues to be a thorn in her side. They're not close, even if the pair is more similar than they'd like to admit. Additionally, Mistfall has two half siblings. Thornpaw and Darkpaw were born shortly before Wildfur's unexpected death and have recently been made apprentices. Mistfall doesn't spend as much time with them as she should, but she's secretly very fond of them- especially her little sister, Darkpaw.
M A T E
Mistfall has no mate
C R U S H
She doesn't currently have one
K I T S
Mistfall isn't a mother, and doesn't want to be.
DIGGING DEEPER
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Aggressive- Mistfall isn't afraid to work a threat (sometimes veiled, sometimes not) or two into a conversation. They're not idle comments, either- the she-cat isn't afraid to get her claws out, but can just about keep a handle on her temper when the situation calls for composure. If violence is absolutely off the cards, she falls back on her go-to spiked up fur and death stare.
Enforcer- Mistfall likes to think herself as leader material, but really she's much better suited to a secondary role at the shoulder of whoever's calling the shots. She's very much able to get results, but not necessarily in a way that inspires the respect and devotion of others. She's also not quite selfless enough to be good leadership material, and most of the cats around her can see this.
Dedicated- The she-cat makes sure to carve out some time each day to maintain her fighting skills and keep her claws and wits sharp, often with the help of her brother Wolfshadow. Mistfall will work at something until she's achieved what she set out to.
Straight forward- If Mistfall isn't happy about something, she'll let everyone know. She doesn't hide many secrets, with a few notable exceptions, and she won't play mind games unless another cat initiates them.
Passionate- Strangely- sadly- Mistfall pours the most passion into the relationships she has with her enemies. Hate stirs her more than love ever will, and perhaps one day it'll prove the end of her.
Perfectionist- though strangely, only when it comes to herself and her own capabilities. Her mentor Foxfang expected only the best and this is an attitude that Mistfall hasn't been able to shake, even after his death. She holds herself to unrealistic standards and ignores her flaws completely, instead of finding ways to compensate for them.
Unpredictable- Plainspeaking as Mistfall is, she's most interested on being on the winning side- while her bluntness won't change, the ideals she's preaching very well might. Mistfall does what she thinks is best for herself, though her line of thinking can be hard for others to follow.
H I S T O R Y
Mistfall was born into the clan, to her mother Wildfur. She spent her days as a kit with her brothers Alderkit and Wolfkit, just beginning to develop her hunting and fighting skills. Wildfur wasn't an especially dedicated parent, so the three siblings were largely left to their own devices. Mistfall has no sort of order in her life until she became an apprentice, and was assigned to her mentor Foxfang. Foxfang was an ambitious young tom, and immediately recognised her as a kindred spirit. They became fast friends, despite of the difference in their age and experiences, and he trained her to the best of his abilities- which were considerable. Because their bond was stronger than the average mentor-apprentice relationship, she worked especially hard to impress him, often sneaking out of camp at night to train in secret. At first her brother Wolfpaw helped her, but Mistpaw was pushing herself increasingly hard (with Foxfang's encouragement) and so he stopped, leaving her to train alone. It takes a special kind of motivation to keep doing your best even though no one's watching to see if you are, and it was largely during these nights by herself that Mistpaw developed the steel resolve she has today.
That leafbare, her brother Alderpaw developed white cough, which turned to green cough, which killed him. Mistpaw herself also became seriously ill, but pulled through only to be greeted with news about the loss of her sibling. Alderpaw's death hurt her, and Mistpaw hated the feeling. She on her way to becoming a lethal fighter, but what was the point if she gave others the power to wound her without even laying a claw on her body? She'd never been especially close to her mother, but Wolfpaw was hurt- and angered- by this new degree of coldness within her. Mistpaw wasn't there to comfort him during their shared grief, and this created a rift between the two siblings which has yet to be mended.
Mistpaw's first battle was an especially violent one. She more than held her own, but Foxfang was backed into a corner by two lethal cats that were coordinating their moves. Mistpaw barrelled into the larger and seemingly more powerful of the two, knocking him from her mentor and raking her claws viciously down his flank before darting out of the way of his flailing paws. The ensuing fight was long and bloody, but eventually Mistpaw was able to spring onto the other cat's broad back and sink her teeth into his neck. She kept her hold until he went limp, then turned to see how Foxfang was doing against his opponent. The warrior was bleeding from a ragged wound that practically split his belly in two. She helped him to fight off his attacker, and stayed with him until the battle concluded.
Back at camp, Foxfang slipped into unconsciousness, and though in her heart Mistpaw suspected he wouldn't wake she waited with as the medicine cat did their best for him, right until the moment his flank stopped heaving. Mistpaw felt the same terrible pain bubbling up inside her as she had done when Alderpaw died, only this was so much worse. Still, she managed to choke it down and never against did she allow it to resurface. A few hours later, she and Wolfpaw were made warriors for their courage in battle. Since they became warriors at the same time, the pair have nests next to each other and- despite the hostility between them- sleep pressed close to one another for warm on cold winter nights.
Mistfall made a ferocious warrior, and life was going well for her. Wildfur had delivered two new kits, Darkkit and Thornkit, and Wolfshadow seemed more absorbed by them than by his anger at her. When the kits were five moons old, Wildfur died unexpectedly of unknown causes. Mistfall didn't lose much sleep over the loss of her mother, but her siblings were stricken. Wolfshadow bonded with the young pair over their mutual grief, and Mistfall distanced herself further. The kits were recently made apprentices, and she occasionally gives them hunting and fighting lessons, but nothing more.
