name; "Hello, I am Mistdapple."
age;
"I am 28 moons, old enough to know better,
but young enough to learn."
gender;
"I am a she-cat, is it so hard to tell?"
"I am a proud Warrior of Riverclan."
eye color;
cool blue
fur color;
silver shades
fur type; soft,
medium length,
sleek, glossy
markings; white
dapples, dark gray
striped tail-tip
scent; cool forest,
rain and lavender
build; slender and tall,
long, lean legs.
attributes; quick, agile,
long needle-like claws
and teeth.
faults; weak, fears heights.
reserved, serious,
introverted, opinionated
strong points; running, swimming.
attentive, careful, realistic,
can be compassionate when
a loved one needs her.
protective, helpful.
Hello, I am Mistdapple.
I come from humble beginnings, like most
kits born into a clan. My mother, Silverbreeze,
was a very kind she-cat. I wish I was more like her.
She would do anythingfor me and my siblings,
oh, their names were Scarletkit and Emberkit.
We were a very happy family. My father, if you were
wondering, I do not know. A she-cat does not have
to say who the father is,and my mother chose not to
tell us or anyone in the clan. That was fine with me, and
I decided myself I'd fill in that role for my
siblings.
So, as the story goes, I was too afraid to have fun, too afraid to let go and be a kit. I felt like I had to be extra mature, for the sake of my mother. My mother grew sick after kitting, so I felt like the weight was double on my shoulders. I brought it upon myself, but I can not help how I am. My siblings always came to me with their problems and concerns, and I'd take care of them. My mother had contracted greencough, and it worsened to blackcough. I tried to keep my siblings away from her, I knew that it wasn't good to be around sick cats. But my siblings, so naive and innocent, refused to part with her. Eventually, the disease took all three of their lives, and there wasn't a thing I could do. Like most who experience horrible things at a young age, it effected my already stone personality. I may not be a joy to be around but at least I realize this 'non joyness.' Nonetheless, ever since that day it's been hard for me to let others in. I care about everyone, but I try hard not to let their problems overcome me. It's just easier that way. I like things to be done proper and quickly, I avoid error. I'm a bit of a perfectionist, sorry. But efficiency is key.
