||Risingmist||

[Wilderness]

Name:
Risingmist

Gender:
She-cat

Age:
28 Moons

Clan:
SleetClan

Position:
Medicine Cat

Picture:


Description:
Risingmist is a sleek silver tabby. Her pelt is a soft, gentle, smoky gray that shines silver when caught by shafts of light. The gray is interjected by deep, midnight black stripes, that slash through the peaceful gray. Her pads are the same shade of black, and hardened by much running and walking on tough ground and on her face Risingmist has the typical M shape of many tabbies. Her eyes are a haunting light green that see everything; and her black and pink nose has long, white whiskers next to it. Her claws are unusually a dark black, and are long and exceptionally sharp compared to most cats; they are a good aid when hunting for herbs and berries. Risingmist's form is slim and light, though strong muscles slide rhythmically under her sleek pelt which is always beautifully groomed. Her tail is long, and tends to curl at the end, giving it a question mark appearance, and it black at the very tip. In all, Risingmist is an extremely elegant, well-groomed she-cat; never a hair out of place however harassed she may become.

Personality:
Risingmist is almost always a calm, level-headed she-cat, though she hides a hidden temper and a short fuse in the occasional situation. She has a quick mind, enabling her to be a good fighter and healer, but when her temper gets the better of her, Risingmist in a cat to steer clear of. She will do anything to save any cat; most of the time she pays no attention to the Clan boundaries- if a cat needs help she is willing to give it, no matter what the consequences may be. Though strict and firm with Warriors and Apprentices, Risingmist does have a soft spot for kits.

History:
Risingmist is the last surviving cat from a litter of three. Her mother was a Clan cat, but he father was a rogue. Her mother, a shy, gentle she-cat never told anyone who the father of her kits was, but four moons after kitting, Risingmist's mother ran away from the Clan, presumably with her rogue mate.

Still young, Risingmist and her two brothers were adopted by a Queen, who looked after them as her own until the three were apprenticed. Risingmist and her two brothers were doing well in their training, but when they were nine moons old, Whitecough hit the camp killing many including Risingmist's two brothers and the Queen who had looked after them as kits. Risingmist was devastated; sitting in solitude for three moons before she was accepted as the old Medicine Cat's apprentice. Healing other cats has helped Risingmist heal herself and she will fight till the end to save cats.

RP example:
A slow clicking noise could be heard, echoing throughout the area around SleetClan. A cold, Leaf-bare sun shone, hitting water droplets and creating beautiful, wondrous patterns on the solid, rock walls. The steps were rhythmical, with an almost determined tone to them. Blinking slowly in the dim light, a pair of haunting green eyes broke through, followed by a sleek, slim body. StarClan, StarClan, StarClan...
The Medicine Cat could almost hear within the sounds, as her small mouth curved upward into a dazzling smile. Stopping, the silvery-gray she-cat sat down in a patch of rare, warm, sunlight and curled her tail round her paws. In the light, the contrast between the silver pelt and the midnight black stripes was made obvious. Continuing to smile, Risingmist closed her eyes, dozing as she listened to the water, soothing her, relaxing her...
Forcing her eyes open, she yawned, standing and walking elegently forwards once again. " Ah, StarClan," She murmured softly, as she entered the SleetClan camp. Walking daintily into her Den, the sharp scent of herbs, berries and flowers filled the air. She breathed in deeply, enjoying the scent that had become familiar from over ten moons spent there. Keeping her strange, black claws unsheathed, she hooked down a couple of rotten berries with a soft sigh.
" Running out...again." Risingmist's smile dissapeared, her face now frowning with concentration as she scanned the varied collection of medicines for anything else that needed throwing away.

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