Post by lionhearted on Jun 3, 2017 0:55:11 GMT
☀ MISTRUNNER ☀
NAME: Mistkit - Mistpaw - Mistrunner
GENDER: female
AGE: 35 moons
CLAN: shadowclan
POSITION: warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION: Mistrunner is a slim, average-sized silver tabby she-cat with short, fuzzy fur.
APPEARANCE:
Mistrunner's slim build comes from her constant running. She is quite athletic, and loves to run for long distances for long periods of time, and over time her body maintains a constant lean shape, making her quite attractive. Her entire body is covered in light silver-gray fur that, at times, appears white. She has darker gray tabby markings throughout her body, complete with a ringed tail.
Her fur is short and fuzzy, and does not provide very good protection for the cold-- however, she is not easily as hot as others, as she doesn't have a thick coat wrapped around her. She has an angled face with cheekbones so defined that it's at times alarming-- some cats think she is beautiful, while others think she is starving. She has large, pale yellow eyes that always seem to have a distant look about them.
PERSONALITY:
Mistrunner is definitely not the most responsible warrior. She is, both physically and figuratively, always on the run. She doesn't like to take on too much, or else it'll overwhelm her and she'll end up messing up anyway. She never stays committed to one particular tom, and this trait carries over towards her duties as a warrior; many times she's found in the forest, wandering aimlessly, doing absolutely nothing-- which, to her, is better than having to do warrior duties. She does her job, and then is done for the day. She'll do what she needs to do, and will do it well, mostly just to establish the fact that she is still a loyal warrior, at the least. After she's finished, she will refuse to do more.
She is, however, a very friendly cat, and makes an excellent friend. She is a good listener, and comforting her friends is one of the few jobs she is committed to. She never opens up to others about herself, though, because she is still wrestling with herself and constantly leaves her duties to try to seek out answers to questions she doesn't know. As of now, she is still confused about who she is, and what she should be, despite the fact that she is almost a senior warrior. Mistrunner is a feather, floating in the breeze, destined for everywhere and at the same time going nowhere.
HISTORY:
Mistkit had a tight relationship with her father. He was her mentor from the very start, teaching her about the Clans and about her own future as a warrior of ShadowClan. She was eager to start her life and, like any other kit, could not wait for her ceremony. Her father supported her enthusiasm, and together they waited the six months until Rookstar named her an apprentice. They were joined the hip, father and daughter, staying up late into the night telling stories and asking questions.
"No secrets in between us," he'd said.
"No secrets!" she'd responded with heart.
Mistpaw was an excited she-cat, pleasing her mentor with her quick learning skills and fast thinking. She advanced rapidly, and her mentor remarked that she was on the path towards greatness. In the future, she would be one of ShadowClan's greatest warriors. But all that fell apart when Mistpaw started seeing less and less of her father. At first, it was nothing; he was a senior warrior of the Clan, and quite an important one too, and with her new apprentice training they could not spend as much time together. But she began wondering why she didn't see him in camp as often; they were in the same Clan, and despite not hanging out as often, she should still see him around, right?
Then, there was a battle that had escalated from a border skirmish. Mistpaw's mother was called away as a reinforcement, and the fight was called off when a cat was killed. Heart pounding, Mistpaw raced towards the warriors only to find out that yes, it was in fact her mother that had died. And her father-- her own brave, heroic father, who was so smitten with her mother-- raced towards the crowd only minutes after she had, out of breath and obviously coming back from somewhere far away. At first, she assumed that he'd been on his own patrol-- ShadowClan had an impressive amount of territory after all-- and she was so wracked with grief that she gave no thought of it at first. They mourned together, the two of them the last ones at her vigil.
And after the death of her mother, Mistpaw saw even less of her father. Confused and slightly hurt (for he stopped seeing her at all), she followed him one day, all the way out, far past the ShadowClan territory... and into the Twolegplace. Frowning, she stayed hidden in the shadows and watched as her father courted a female kittypet, then went inside her Twoleg's nest. Shocked, Mistpaw raced back to camp before her father, and kept the secret to herself for a long, long time.
Two moons later, Mistpaw had stopped impressing her mentor. At first, her mentor gave her some latitude, seeing as she was still saddened by her mother's death, and by her father's neglect. But this was going on for too long, and he encouraged her to snap out of it. But instead she ran away.
And she had been running ever since. When her father finally stopped by to say hello, she streaked away from him as fast as possible. She ran away from her mentor, her father, her friends, and Rookstar. Her father had been her hero. Everything he did was right in her eyes, and it was him who established her as who she was, who she was going to be. And now, she could not longer trust him anymore. She doubted everything he said. Just how long had the affair been going on?
No secrets. The oath echoed in her head, shattering as it did.
When he finally caught up to her one day, when she had become a full-fledged adult warrior (named for her running hobby), preventing her from running even more, she broke down and confessed what he saw. Ashamed, her merely hung her head. He knew this was coming. His mate had become strangely distant from him (it was because she had found out he'd lied about not having an affair when they'd been just friends in their youth-- why had he lied to her at such an early age?) and he'd wandered, looking for love, looking for acceptance. And he found it outside of ShadowClan territory, in the form of an attractive kittypet. He began to turn away from Clan life, accepting the Twoleg food and shelter, finding it much more comforting and... stable.
Because warrior life always changed. He had thought, as he told Mistrunner, that he had been forced to live it, since he was Clanborn. But he realized he had a choice-- he always had-- and he was beginning to chose to leave. It was too much pressure, and he wasn't meant for it.
Mistrunner was horrified.
"Then leave," she finally snapped, turning away. "I don't want you in my life anymore. I leaned so heavily on you-- I followed your every word! And now everything you've told me is... is... I don't even know how to characterize it. Is it right? Is it wrong? Is it good? Is it bad? Can bad cats like you still say good things?"
"You... you think I'm bad?" her father whispered, eyes wide.
Mistrunner's eyes flashed. "Yes. I think you're bad. You cheated on mother, and you've lied to everyone. You pretended that you were a loyal warrior, a brave father. You're a coward for wanting to leave us for that filthy Twoleg nest."
Trembling, her father backed away, away and sprinted, just like she had. But she wasn't done. Why was he like this? What had changed him? Could she still get him back!
"Tell me how to fix it!" she yowled, chasing after him, her years of running enabling her to run effortlessly through the path she knew so well, after tailing him for his many adventures towards his lover.
But he kept running, towards his sanctuary, towards what he wanted... she watched, screeching to a stop right at the edge of the Thunderpath, as he ran onto the black road without hesitation, watched as the monster slammed into him, throwing him into the air...
She screamed, and ran towards him, but he was already dead. Shell-shocked, she buried him on his own, dragging his body all the way back to the territory, past the borders, entombing him in the earth so that he could never leave. The rest of the Clan assumed he went missing, and Mistrunner has kept his father's secret, of his affair and his choice, of his death and his burial, to herself, still running away whenever anyone mentioned his name.
OTHER:
For some reason I see other people tagging Edda Rose in their applications. Is that the protocol here? ^^'
GENDER: female
AGE: 35 moons
CLAN: shadowclan
POSITION: warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION: Mistrunner is a slim, average-sized silver tabby she-cat with short, fuzzy fur.
APPEARANCE:
Mistrunner's slim build comes from her constant running. She is quite athletic, and loves to run for long distances for long periods of time, and over time her body maintains a constant lean shape, making her quite attractive. Her entire body is covered in light silver-gray fur that, at times, appears white. She has darker gray tabby markings throughout her body, complete with a ringed tail.
Her fur is short and fuzzy, and does not provide very good protection for the cold-- however, she is not easily as hot as others, as she doesn't have a thick coat wrapped around her. She has an angled face with cheekbones so defined that it's at times alarming-- some cats think she is beautiful, while others think she is starving. She has large, pale yellow eyes that always seem to have a distant look about them.
PERSONALITY:
Mistrunner is definitely not the most responsible warrior. She is, both physically and figuratively, always on the run. She doesn't like to take on too much, or else it'll overwhelm her and she'll end up messing up anyway. She never stays committed to one particular tom, and this trait carries over towards her duties as a warrior; many times she's found in the forest, wandering aimlessly, doing absolutely nothing-- which, to her, is better than having to do warrior duties. She does her job, and then is done for the day. She'll do what she needs to do, and will do it well, mostly just to establish the fact that she is still a loyal warrior, at the least. After she's finished, she will refuse to do more.
She is, however, a very friendly cat, and makes an excellent friend. She is a good listener, and comforting her friends is one of the few jobs she is committed to. She never opens up to others about herself, though, because she is still wrestling with herself and constantly leaves her duties to try to seek out answers to questions she doesn't know. As of now, she is still confused about who she is, and what she should be, despite the fact that she is almost a senior warrior. Mistrunner is a feather, floating in the breeze, destined for everywhere and at the same time going nowhere.
HISTORY:
Mistkit had a tight relationship with her father. He was her mentor from the very start, teaching her about the Clans and about her own future as a warrior of ShadowClan. She was eager to start her life and, like any other kit, could not wait for her ceremony. Her father supported her enthusiasm, and together they waited the six months until Rookstar named her an apprentice. They were joined the hip, father and daughter, staying up late into the night telling stories and asking questions.
"No secrets in between us," he'd said.
"No secrets!" she'd responded with heart.
Mistpaw was an excited she-cat, pleasing her mentor with her quick learning skills and fast thinking. She advanced rapidly, and her mentor remarked that she was on the path towards greatness. In the future, she would be one of ShadowClan's greatest warriors. But all that fell apart when Mistpaw started seeing less and less of her father. At first, it was nothing; he was a senior warrior of the Clan, and quite an important one too, and with her new apprentice training they could not spend as much time together. But she began wondering why she didn't see him in camp as often; they were in the same Clan, and despite not hanging out as often, she should still see him around, right?
Then, there was a battle that had escalated from a border skirmish. Mistpaw's mother was called away as a reinforcement, and the fight was called off when a cat was killed. Heart pounding, Mistpaw raced towards the warriors only to find out that yes, it was in fact her mother that had died. And her father-- her own brave, heroic father, who was so smitten with her mother-- raced towards the crowd only minutes after she had, out of breath and obviously coming back from somewhere far away. At first, she assumed that he'd been on his own patrol-- ShadowClan had an impressive amount of territory after all-- and she was so wracked with grief that she gave no thought of it at first. They mourned together, the two of them the last ones at her vigil.
And after the death of her mother, Mistpaw saw even less of her father. Confused and slightly hurt (for he stopped seeing her at all), she followed him one day, all the way out, far past the ShadowClan territory... and into the Twolegplace. Frowning, she stayed hidden in the shadows and watched as her father courted a female kittypet, then went inside her Twoleg's nest. Shocked, Mistpaw raced back to camp before her father, and kept the secret to herself for a long, long time.
Two moons later, Mistpaw had stopped impressing her mentor. At first, her mentor gave her some latitude, seeing as she was still saddened by her mother's death, and by her father's neglect. But this was going on for too long, and he encouraged her to snap out of it. But instead she ran away.
And she had been running ever since. When her father finally stopped by to say hello, she streaked away from him as fast as possible. She ran away from her mentor, her father, her friends, and Rookstar. Her father had been her hero. Everything he did was right in her eyes, and it was him who established her as who she was, who she was going to be. And now, she could not longer trust him anymore. She doubted everything he said. Just how long had the affair been going on?
No secrets. The oath echoed in her head, shattering as it did.
When he finally caught up to her one day, when she had become a full-fledged adult warrior (named for her running hobby), preventing her from running even more, she broke down and confessed what he saw. Ashamed, her merely hung her head. He knew this was coming. His mate had become strangely distant from him (it was because she had found out he'd lied about not having an affair when they'd been just friends in their youth-- why had he lied to her at such an early age?) and he'd wandered, looking for love, looking for acceptance. And he found it outside of ShadowClan territory, in the form of an attractive kittypet. He began to turn away from Clan life, accepting the Twoleg food and shelter, finding it much more comforting and... stable.
Because warrior life always changed. He had thought, as he told Mistrunner, that he had been forced to live it, since he was Clanborn. But he realized he had a choice-- he always had-- and he was beginning to chose to leave. It was too much pressure, and he wasn't meant for it.
Mistrunner was horrified.
"Then leave," she finally snapped, turning away. "I don't want you in my life anymore. I leaned so heavily on you-- I followed your every word! And now everything you've told me is... is... I don't even know how to characterize it. Is it right? Is it wrong? Is it good? Is it bad? Can bad cats like you still say good things?"
"You... you think I'm bad?" her father whispered, eyes wide.
Mistrunner's eyes flashed. "Yes. I think you're bad. You cheated on mother, and you've lied to everyone. You pretended that you were a loyal warrior, a brave father. You're a coward for wanting to leave us for that filthy Twoleg nest."
Trembling, her father backed away, away and sprinted, just like she had. But she wasn't done. Why was he like this? What had changed him? Could she still get him back!
"Tell me how to fix it!" she yowled, chasing after him, her years of running enabling her to run effortlessly through the path she knew so well, after tailing him for his many adventures towards his lover.
But he kept running, towards his sanctuary, towards what he wanted... she watched, screeching to a stop right at the edge of the Thunderpath, as he ran onto the black road without hesitation, watched as the monster slammed into him, throwing him into the air...
She screamed, and ran towards him, but he was already dead. Shell-shocked, she buried him on his own, dragging his body all the way back to the territory, past the borders, entombing him in the earth so that he could never leave. The rest of the Clan assumed he went missing, and Mistrunner has kept his father's secret, of his affair and his choice, of his death and his burial, to herself, still running away whenever anyone mentioned his name.
OTHER:
For some reason I see other people tagging Edda Rose in their applications. Is that the protocol here? ^^'
