Miststar }{ Leader of WindClan

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Miststar

i am but a wisp,

Name: Miststar (Formerly Mistfoot)

Reason for name: Mist -- for her light silver pelt; foot -- she is fast even compared to her clanmates; star -- the suffix of all leaders

Gender: She-cat

Age: 56 moons

Position: Leader

Clan: WindClan

curling in the spring breezes

Breakdown of Abilities and Weaknesses:

• Speed: 5/5
  
• Stamina: 2/5
  
• Physical Strength: 2/5
  
• Mental Strength: 4/5
  

While Miststar is amazingly fast, she can only run in short bursts, just long enough to catch a rabbit. Her stamina and physical strength also make her a poor leaper, and it is only thanks to her high amount of adaptations that she gets by in Closehills. Battle with her is an interesting ordeal, involving many quick, light swipes and strategic dodges, as brute force is not an option. While it usually works out, pin her down and she might as well have already lost.

Appearance:

Miststar's pelt is a very pale silvery-gray with darker gray tabby stripes. It is short but soft, and often ruffled from wind and constant running. Of course, when I say "pelt", I mean the fur-like rudimentary feathers that cover the molly, similar to a bird's down. She also has sleeker feathers more like a bird's outer ones along the back edge of her forelegs and down her back and tail. Thin flaps of skin stretch from her upper forelegs to her torso as well, and lined with the sleek feathers they help her glide for short distances, something she absolutely loves.

Underneath her pelt is a slim frame, built completely for running. Slim but not skinny, long-legged and short-tailed, with hollow bones that make her extremely light. It allows her to run at astonishing speeds, faster even than most of her clanmates. It does not, however, lend itself to brute strength well. That's alright for Wispstar, though, as she is still a pretty good hunter. Her face is fairly pretty, though she's far from the most attractive in the clan, especially with the scars scattered throughout her pelt. Her eyes are wide, warm, and jade-green, and her nose is a dull pink. Her long white whiskers are often held stiff and alert.

Severity and Breakdown of Adaptations: WindClan, Type 3

• light, tall build and short tail
  
• short, strong claws
  
• hollow bones
  
• heightened sight
  
• pelt of down with some 'flight' feathers
  
• flaps of skin from upper legs to torso
  

and yet i hold the strength of suns.

Personality:

She's always wanted to be kind, and that's what really counts, right? That's been her goal since as long as she can remember, to care for every cat in the Clan. That's why she wanted to be a medicine cat at first, but StarClan led her down a different path. Her path isn't the only thing that's changed; many moons of leadership have trained her not to be so trusting as she once was. She still wants to be kind and she loves WindClan above everything - but now she knows she's got to fight to keep them safe. So, though friendly, she's now scrutinizing. She wants to trust you and be your friend, but not every cat is worthy. Of course, she'll never be cruel - wandering rogues will be sent on their way with a stern warning and well-wishes - but the reason she's honed her skills is to be able to follow up on her threats. Anything for her family, for the hills she knows and loves.

Alright, but of course that's not everything of Miststar, is it? How is she towards cats she knows well? She treats them as what they are, her family. She can in fact be annoyingly affectionate at times, and if she had kits they'd surely be frustrated with her treating them as her little ones all their lives. When she's with friends she also lets her natural optimism shine brightest, something that many a cat has liked about her.

Specific Moral Values: Anything and everything for the ones she loves.

Relationships:

• Flickerstar {DECEASED}: Her love when she was much younger, he has hunted in StarClan for almost twenty moons. On rare occasions, she still sees him in her dreams.
  

skies fill my heart and i'm breathless and cold,

History:

The winds were cold, and snow drifted lazily from the clouds. But inside the Windclan nursery, it was warm and sheltered. The hollow in the grass was built up with bits of moss and other greenery for leaf-bare, and against the belly of Shadetail, the two new she-kits were sleeping quite comfortably. A tom by the name of Cloudstripe entered to regard his kits fondly for a moment before licking his mate gently between the ears and leaving.

The two kits, Mistkit and Patchkit, were perfectly normal kits. Patchkit was easily excitable, and though Mistkit was calmer she still played just about all the time with Patchkit, just because they were friends. They spent their entire first two moons tucked inside the nursery as the weather got colder and colder, as Shadetail insisted it was far too risky to go out. WindClan was having a good leaf-bare so far, and it would continue to be one provided not too many cats caught greencough.

But they did, and one of them was Patchkit, who caught it from Cloudstripe as he came to bring some fresh-kill to his family. Cloudstripe would tough it out, for he was a strong warrior if getting a bit old. Patchkit, however, would soon be transferred to the medicine cat's den. By the end of the season she was gone. Shadetail, Cloudstripe and Mistkit would grieve for days. Shadetail and Cloudstripe were getting on in age, and had agreed before Mistkit's birth that this would be their last litter. Now often when Mistkit spoke to here mother, the look in her eyes said "this is my last kit."

As the family recovered and newleaf crept onto the hills, Mistkit decided she wanted to be a medicine cat. It was a very simple decision - she wanted to heal, to prevent deaths like this. She didn't want her clan, her kin to be grief-stricken all the time! She would often eavesdrop on conversations in the medicine cat's den, learning the most simple remedies. But by the time her sixth moon rolled around, there was already a medicine cat apprentice. Her dream was not meant to be. Oh, she hoped StarClan knew what they were doing!

And so Mistkit became Mistpaw, and was to train under a warrior by the name of Plumwhisker. Plumwhisker was her mother's brother, chosen for her because he also had the high adaptations she'd inherited from Shadetail. On her first tour of the territory, he went on and on about how much she'd love Closehills. He was right. Over the course of her apprenticeship, she found exceptional joy in gliding from hill to hill. Her true skill, though, was speed. Soon she could dash across the Flat Meadows faster than any other apprentice.

Also during her apprenticeship, her first sense of ambition began to form. She got along well with most cats in the Clan, and she was starting to enjoy the path to becoming a warrior more than she had expected. She could be deputy, she could be leader! She quickly tucked the thought into the back of her mind, resolving to dwell on it some other day. Not every cat could be leader, and it was more important to worry about improving her battle skills so she'd be able to earn her warrior name.

She did, without too much trouble, earn her new name at twelve moons of age, a perfectly average and respectable time to do so. She became Mistfoot, to honor her speed, and this only made her want to run faster. Warrior life suited her well. It was around this time, though, that she started hanging around the medicine cat's den quite a bit. Even though she now knew that path was never for her, she wanted to be able to get out of tough spots if the medicine cat was not available. And, of course, she cared about the clan and just wanted to know the medicine cat well. This effort expanded bit by bit to be all-consuming. She strove to find something to appreciate about every cat she knew.

Several moons later, both of Mistfoot's parents were in the elders' den, as well as Plumwhisker. They were deserving of the rest, she thought. They had all been senior warriors for a long time, and their pelts were all littered with scars. And this made her start thinking about her future again. Particularly about the deputy, Flickerheart. She knew him fairly well. He was a bit young for a deputy, but he was very trustworthy and a strong warrior. And rather handsome. Flickerheart and Mistfoot weren't mates yet, but they were a thing. Definitely a thing. But regardless of that, the leader was old and on her last couple of lives, and soon it was likely Flickerheart would become Flickerstar, and he'd need a deputy, and that was food for thought.

The moons continued to pass, and the leader lost her final life. She had been strong and just, and Mistfoot mourned, but she knew that the new deputy would be chosen at moonhigh and her curiosity sent her more into a state of anticipation rather than grief. It wouldn't be her, she was still rather young for the position, it wouldn't, it wouldn't, and it was. She was pleased beyond words, and that night she promised, to herself and the stars, that she would do everything she could to deserve it.

Serving under Flickerstar was enjoyable for Mistfoot. They were close and both well-organized, and he was very open to her suggestions. He helped her through the sickness and death of her father. But his lives were passing unusually quickly, because he insisted on being so involved. He gained wounds from battle that only StarClan could heal, or went to check on sick cats frequently and caught greencough. He thought he didn't have to worry so much now that he had nine lives. Mistfoot tried and tried to convince him to hold back.

She failed.

By the end of her 41st moon she was Miststar.

So the responsibility of leadership was brought upon Miststar's shoulders. Fearing death as Flickerstar had seen it, because of a problem he hadn't acknowledged, she stepped back to take a look at herself. She decided that she trusted too easily and was overly optimistic - the deaths of those around her always hit particularly hard and she was prone to underestimating opponents in battle. Her solution was to tone down those parts of herself, making it seem to others as though her personality had suddenly shifted. At first, the mask was very unnatural, but she warmed up to it a bit, and is always glad to take it off for her family, her clan.

Today, she leads. Today, she dreams. Today, she lays in her den and wonders about the possibilities she was never destined for and the choices she has yet to make.

Timeline:

• 0 moons: born to Cloudstripe and Shadetail
  
• 2 moons: Patchkit dies of greencough
  
• 6 moons: apprenticed to Plumwhisker
  
• 12 moons: becomes a warrior by the name of Mistfoot
  
• 13 moons: makes it a goal to appreciate all cats she knows
  
• 23 moons: Plumwhisker, Shadetail, and Cloudstripe retire to the elders' den
  
• 30 moons: appointed deputy of WindClan
  
• 33 moons: Cloudstripe falls ill and dies
  
• 41 moons: Flickerstar dies and Mistfoot becomes Miststar, and makes an effort to 'correct her flaws'
  

but i'll lead you all to forever.

Featured in:

Gathering [9/28-?]
Only Very Problematic

Assignments:

June-July 2013 Assignment - Flowerfur and Miststar

Extra:

Poem:
I am but a wisp,
Curling in the spring breezes
And yet I hold the strength of suns.
Skies fill my heart and I'm breathless and cold
But I'll lead you all to forever.

Writing Sample:

A silver pelt flashed by. Paws beat rapidly against the ground. Miststar loved running out here where the ground was nearly flat, especially on mornings like this where the air hung thick with the vapor for which she was named. The mist was pleasantly cool, and thin enough that the leader could still see several hare-leaps ahead of her. Too bad she couldn't glide as she could in the hills; the air would feel wonderful under her feathers. But, I really should be hunting. She slowed to a gallop of sorts, trying to be more quiet so she could get into a different area unheard. Rabbits' ears were notoriously sensitive.

Miststar drew in several breaths, searching for a scent in the thick moisture. She wasn't a bad tracker, but it was hard to scent-find in this weather! It was several long moments before she recognised the smell of rabbit. Pale silver ears pricked up instinctively. Her every sense heightened, she stepped forward. I should be able to follow the trail a good while before I have to run it... The seconds stretched out as she wound through the fog, camoflauged neatly. She was getting near, but it was still moving. I could catch it from here. After one last moment of consideration, she broke into a sprint. A rustling could be heard in the damp grass ahead of her - it had heard. Now she followed the sound, stretching her head forward as she gained speed. It was within her view, it was no match for her.

With one final push, Miststar's claws unsheathed and she gave the rabbit a deep, short scratch. She finished it quickly with a bite. "Thank you, StarClan, for giving me the strength to provide. This prey's strength may now be with the Clan." It was a fine, large rabbit, so she grasped it by the scruff to carry it back to camp.

Notes: If anyone wants to make Shadetail or Plumwhisker, feel free!

[Waffu-Waffu]

There is no password, my apologies. I'll put taking that section off of the bio form on my to do list.

I love the name Flickerstar, by the way, but as I told Snakey on her bio, that is a rather large part of clan history. A leader's death is something pretty rare, and it shakes the whole clan.

I have a discussion thread up that has been up for over a week waiting for people to comment on it with what they want to happen with the clans. Today is the last day to comment on it with stuff you believe should be included. There's been plenty of time to comment on it, and I'm not waiting any longer. I'm going to write it tomorrow. If you wish to have Flickerstar mentioned in there as the leader before Miststar, I would be glad to consider it. Tomorrow, the thread will be locked, and I won't take any more suggestions from anyone.

Other then that, she's fine.