Post by Gemini on Dec 17, 2020 2:43:47 GMT
Mistystar  the basics Full Name • Age • 35 moons. Gender • Molly. Sexuality • Pansexual, Clan • SumacClan. Rank • Leader. the appearance Appearance Summary • A blue lanky, long-legged she-cat with sea-green eyes. Overall Appearance • Mistyrose isn't the average she-cat, being rather lanky and elongated making her physique quite large. The damsel's portrayal is very tall and petrifying due to her typically standing above most. Sure, she's tall and lissom, but she isn't very solid nor is she layered with chonk. The blue Russian feline has soft, sleek fur that clings to her embodiment tightly, having rather short fur. Mistyrose's pelage is a beautiful blue-grey color, distinct with her sea-green visage that sticks out amongst her blue coloration. The mademoiselle is constantly sharping her claws, having fatally sharp talons that she carries upon her foundations. She can be seen grooming and sharpening her claws, which is not abnormal in the slightest. Mistyrose's countenance is very delicate, having a pulchritudinous facade, her physique brittle and defined well by her pelage. Mistyrose is obsessed with her appearance, finding herself rather attractive, using her pretty face to get her way. Not only does Mistyrose have deadly claws, she has a bit of an overbite, in which her incisors poke out slightly from her maxilla. the personality Strengths • Fighting, agility, stamina. Neutral • Hunting, tracking, swimming. Weaknesses • Climbing, leaping, nurturing. Fears • Falling to her death, failing to complete goals. Overall Personality • Mistyrose has a very diverse persona, one that can bewilder others. Mistyrose is overwhelmingly vigilant, willing to risk her life for the clan at any moment given. This damsel is willing to sacrifice her life to her clan, making her very loyal as well. Her loyalty is beyond belief, as no matter who stands as the leader, cruel or generous, she will respect superiors. Never would Mistyrose go against conduct and challenge her clan leader. She feels that there is no need to challenge a leader, allowing them to lead their reign while she waits in the shadow of her superior for the one's turn to shine. Mistyrose appears to be indecisive from the outside, but the mademoiselle is quick to make decisions, planning every moment out in her crania until she believes something is perfect for her. Her decisiveness is unwavering and can make others wonder how she does it. Considering her father, she took decision making after him, as her mother didn't make it far being indecisive and anxious. With this comes along her intuitive nature, quick to observe situations that may become rigid or whether something or someone is safe. Mistyrose finds her intuition putting her in many situations, often fatal or harmful physically or maybe even mentally. The blue molly is fairly ambitious, finding herself working hard enough to the point where she reaches a burnout and exhausts herself. Mistyrose doesn't intend on taking breaks, but when she does, she is usually disappointed in her ethic and will force herself to keep going. Occasionally, others may see this social damsel as deceptive, with the way she phrases her words and the shift in her tone she can create. In this way, it will sound manipulative, but she's quite good at covering that up. She goes about her days, swaying others upon her side if they feel she's wrong. Simply, she has anger issues, being a bit ill-tempered. Mistyrose might be mysterious to a few, as she enjoys a good conversation, but within moments she could easily deceive another with just a few words or actions. She's not the most pleasant molly, but at the same time, she can be enjoyable to speak to. This brings out how unpredictable Mistyrose truly is. With her clanmates she may seem genuine and friendly at heart, but one mistake and Mistyrose might have one's throat between her incisors. Rarely would she ever begin something with a clanmate, since she respects those around her, but an outsider will not pass by this ferocious damsel with ease. Considering this molly can be rather moody, she can be difficult to figure out. The flirtatious era of Mistyrose is bound to slip up eventually or almost immediately, depending on who's she's speaking to. Mistyrose can be foolishly flirtatious, known for flirting with about almost everyone she stands before. Mistyrose's ambitious nature drives her forthright into her impulsiveness, quick to make decisions, even though occasionally, they aren't very clever. Typically, Mistyrose is strategic and intelligent, but when angered or ambitious for something, she can be found impulsive. Her impulsiveness makes her rather foolish, as she could care less in the moment whether she lives or dies, especially in a fight. When in a fight, if Mistyrose is angered, she will become merciless, showing no fear for the other's pain or her own. She struggles to snap out of these rages, making her seem unstable in a way, but she can clear her head if she focuses on it, but most often chooses not to. Toward loners, rogues, and other animals, Mistyrose is very callous, wanting to do the worst to these animals. However, another cat might have a chance if bypassing Mistyrose without a fight, that is, if they spark her interest. Mistyrose typically disregards her callousness when it comes to another who have very opposing traits from her. She finds curiosity in felines who are polar opposites, or have similar interests and humor. Meaning, opposite attract, basically. the history Father • Bluestrike Mother • Cypresscloud Siblings • Saffronleaf, Daybloom, and Greysnap. Other • N/A Overall history • Kittenhood: The "Blue Sisters" of SumacClan were born on a blistery leaf-fall day. Born to two exceptional SumacClan warriors, Mistykit, Saffronkit, Daykit and Greykit were loved from their first breathe. It was obvious who the four she kits belonged to: Bluestrike and Cypresscloud. All four sisters shared their parents blue color; some more so than others. Mistykit took after her father's more blue-grey color and his captivating eyes. The clan jokingly came to call the kits the "Blue Sisters". The name would stick far better than anyone had expected. The Blue Sisters got along surprisingly well. They all had some form of head strong characteristics, but never focused their fire on each other so much as they did the other cats in the nursery. They were quick to learn the value of kinship and tied red strings between each other like a carefully cultivated spider web. Mistykit was usually at the head of the pack when causing trouble. She was clever and bored, a dangerous combination for a growing kit. She was the one who headed their expeditions into the clan camp; she was the one to talk back to all their elders; she was the one who would always have a wicked, scheming grin on her face and a devious plan on the tip of her tongue. StarClan bless her sisters, they were always up for one of Mistykit's plots. Eventually, Cypresscloud got sick of trying to keep her kits in line and unleashed them on the rest of the clan. She kicked back for a nap while her kits tore through the clan like a hyperactive hurricane. Apprenticeship: The whole clan breathed a sigh of relief when the Blue Sisters were made apprentices. The newly graduated Mistypaw was given a handsome tom named Blackcloud as her mentor. He had a one-track mind and callous, but praised for being one of the best hunters in the clan. He seemed to never come back from hunting empty-handed. The pair never got along and they never would. Mistypaw hoped to learn more about battle techniques than hunting ones. She was more into getting messy, batting her paws at whatever was ahead of her. She would take any opportunity she could, racing ahead before the rest of her sisters. Mistypaw shied away from her new responsibilities. She'd much rather spend her days playing with her sisters than running laps around the territory or learning how to swim in sources of water. Blackcloud was expecting mentoring to be a breeze, but they were both very wrong. Mistypaw wasn't an easy gal to get along with, making training sessions feel elongated and more exhausting for the both of them. Blackcloud allowed himself to let loose, taking Mistypaw's remarks bending them and retorting back to her. All the retorts eventually made Mistyrose shut up and listen. She started taking sessions more seriously, working more efficiently. Blackcloud found the femora as a hard-headed and ambitious damsel, feeling she'd go on the right path eventually, even if the time wasn't now. The tom had done lots of thinking about his apprentice, discovering potential within her as soon as she began to mature (slightly) and work harder. As a few more moons passed on, Blackcloud and Mistypaw had started to grow more fond of one another, constantly remarking goofy, sarcastic remarks at one another. Of course, they knew, it was all in fun, but others saw it as the two arguing like an elderly pair. Miatypaw and Blackcloud helped each other grow, opening them to more things which could be an advantage in their futures. Mistypaw was quick to learn how SumacClan was. Blackcloud was of little help. His training methods were barbaric at best, yet oddly effective. It only took a moon for Mistypaw to learn his true weakness: climbing. Blackcloud was horribly afraid of heights and refused to climb trees. To escape his tyranny, Mistypaw would scale the tallest tree and refuse to come down. She spent her evenings lamenting her sorrows to her sisters and her days flitting about the branches of the jungle like a songbird. This was how she spent most of her apprenticeship and how she earned her warrior name. She was given the suffix 'rose' for her prickly personality and elegance in features and movement. Warriorhood: The newly minted Mistyrose rose to the rank of warrior with her sisters at her side: Saffronleaf, Daybloom, and Greysnap. The Blue Sisters were ready to face anything. For her part, Mistyrose felt a little out of place among her sisters. Not long after they were made warriors, all three of her sisters found mates to settle down with. Saffronleaf had her beautiful she cat named Sandstream. Daybloom had her former-mentor-turned-mate Greymouse. She later would have his kits: Finkit and Fishkit. Even Greysnap found a mate named Tinyspirit. Meanwhile, Mistyrose was still on the search for a mate. She didn't understand why her sisters was so quick to claim mates, feeling she still had awhile to go. Mistyrose enjoyed taking her steps at a balanced pace, making sure everything had been going smoothly before she'd settle down. She didn't quite understand love, but found amusement in flirting with toms and even she-cats. It was all fun in games until someone came confessing their loves for Mintyrose. She'd swallow the lump in her throat and force out a heartfelt rejection. She hates disappointing others but it seems she's always deceiving them with her flirtatious demeanor. Mistyrose tried to be less flirtatious but that always appeared to fail, perhaps a trait all the Blue Sisters acquired. The mademoiselle would find herself flirting, cutting herself off from conversations and disconnecting herself from others. She'd become overwhelmed, rushing into the territory to get away. There were times where her flirting got in the way of warrior duties. Sometimes, she was ashamed of the trait, unable to resist the attention of others whilst she swayed them. As she got older, the would fade and she will probably grow out of it at least a little more, but never completely. StarClan answered her prayers the next moon. Mistyrose was chosen to go to that moon's Gathering. Mistyrose had been to Gatherings before, but seeing the gathered leaders stand proudly before the huge crowd of cats ignited something in her chest. Mistyrose wanted to be leader. Leader of SumacClan. She could dream and hope, but who knew if that was ever going to become true. With a goal in mind, Mistyrose returned to the clan with a spring in her step. She was determined to become leader of the clan before the year ended. Nothing was going to stop her from completing her goal. Or it may just never happen, but a girl could dream. She was constantly dreaming about the leadenly duties she occasionally observed of the current one. She was amazed by it, wanting to eventually do it herself. She was ambitious, but never enough to challenge her leader. That was pathetic and somewhat dangerous, as they have nine lives. She wasn't sure how many lives the leader presently had, not really concerned about it. Mistyrose's efforts became more brisk and done as soon as she could finish them. The Molly was always volunteering to do the most, surprising other felines of SumacClan. She wasn't normally this focused during tasks, as she was normally slacking off by flirting or switching topics. The she-cat hadn't worried about anyone else, more concerned about getting duties finished. The current deputy, who had been falling ill due to Greencough, mentioned her wildly methodical work to the leader. It appeared both had taken notice of this. Shortly, after that, the deputy was quarantined for Greencough so it wouldn't spread. The winter was already starting harsh. The next day, Mistyrose had been approached by the leader who praised her for the work, grinning at the prey-count her patrols were bringing in despite the bitter circumstances. Within a week, the deputy had passed away and Mistyrose was appointed deputy during an announcement. Mistyrose hadn't entirely expected this, joining her leader who collapsed to the ground that morning during the announcement after she was appointed. Mistyrose was startled, taking a few steps back in shock for the Medicine Cat to tend to. All she could think of was, Greencough. She swallowed thickly, watching as her leader began to thrash in a seizure-like way. The feline's mouth fell agape, eyes wide and pale as if cataracts were taking over. The leader's mouth foamed and they started to cough violently before everyone. This was traumatizing for anyone who bore to watch. Mistyrose stood in utter shock before panicking and questioning if the medic needed assistance. Before they knew it...it was too late. The leader fell limp, the heartbeat coming to a slow stop. What happened... Deputy to Leader: The medic certainly looked queasy, everyone did. The deputy was gone and so was the leader. Mistyrose didn't even get to experience the deputy position, almost unable to comprehend the current situation. Mistyrose stepped up, her paw steps quaking as she advanced toward the Fallen Stump, looking down upon the shaken crowd. "We will be okay! We can do this, it might take time for me to get the hang of this, but I can do this. I will start my search for a new deputy, but as of now, I will organize patrols and take on the roles of the deputy and leader. You can trust me." Her vocals became louder and more confident, offering a witty smile, "Tonight, we will mourn and send our great leader, who had shown us forgiveness and the importance of family. We are a family, if not by blood. The winter is only beginning and it's stressful. We shall not give up. We shall fight! I won't let anyone down." And with that, the night was one of silence. They had sent the leader to StarClan to watch over them. Here was the start of Mistystar's reign. the role player Alias • Gemini. Pronouns • She/Her. What other Characters do you play? • Just this girl for now. |
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