Name: Mist That Shrouds Souls (Mist)
Clan: Tribe of Rushing Water
Age: 10 moons
Apperance: Mist
(This mysterious she-cat is a real beauty. Her long silver tabby fur is silky soft and is kept clean. He is slender yet muscular with ivory-white claws and teeth. Her long bushy tail is still slender, like the rest of her frame. She walks lightly, with her paws barely touching the ground. Her stride is so smooth, she seems to float across the ground. Her eyes are her most unique and striking feature. They are crystalline indigo. The color is more violet than blue, but when she is depressed or angry, the blue in them becomes more prominent.
In battle, Mist’s silver fur fluffs out to make her seem much larger. Her indigo eyes burn dark blue and she seems fearless. Her ivory claws gleam as she becomes a formidable fighting force. She is not as helpless as her slight frame and soft fur suggests.)
Personality: Mist is mysterious and aloof, which confuses any suitors who are entranced by her beauty. She seems unaware of her affect on toms and has no trace of vanity. She is sassy and independent and her tongue is sharper than her claws, and that is saying something. However, those close to her know that she is truly a kind and caring friend. She is loving and cares more about her Clan and her friends than she cares about herself. Her temper is extremely long, and thought she may comment insultingly, she never loses her temper. The only time she gets angry is in battle. She is very outgoing, but never in a romantic way. If she were more flirty, she would have certainly had kits by now. Unfortunately for the toms, she gets a secret pleasure out of frustrating them in their pursuits.
Her level of skill as a warrior is very high. The agility that fills her movements make her an efficient hunter and make her difficult to detect as a scout or ambusher. Her speed and ferocity also make her a deadly foe to prey and enemy cats. These skills and her patience make her an ideal mentor.
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Prey-hunter apprentice
Bio: Mist’s mother was a tribe cat named Juniper. She was a plain looking gray she-cat who was kind and much-loved by her Clan. One day in late spring a few seasons ago, she was out admiring the new blossoms, as she was wont to do. An infamous rogue named Deadblood hid in a clump of holly bushes, unbeknownst to Juniper. As she passed by his hiding place, an evil grin contorted his features. He leaped out of the bushes before she could react and forcebred her. She yowled as loudly as she could, but Deadblood was gone before the tribe could arrive. He stayed hidden for many moons afterward. Juniper could never gather enough courage to tell anyone what had happened. Instead, she said she was attacked by a loner and managed to drive him off.
She soon discovered that she was pregnant, but she kept her pregnancy a secret for as long as she could, but such things cannot stay hidden for long. When her stomach began to bulge, she pretended that she had intended to be pregnant, but decided not to reveal to father. The pregnancy went as planned until the kitting. Something went terribly wrong and Juniper didn’t survive. When her only kit, Mist, was born, a star flew across the sky. Juniper’s eyes were glittering as she mewed, “Behold a miracle, for something beautiful has arisen from something terrible. Her name is Mist. May StarClan light her path.” None knew what she meant, but she died moments later.
The kit was raised by a queen named Sea, who was her aunt and Juniper's sister. MIst loves Sea like her mother. When she was 6 moons, she was apprenticed. Tragically when she hit her 8th moon, Sea died.
Name: Moth That Glides At Dusk (Moth)
Clan: Tribe of Rushing Water
Age: 54 moons
Apperance: Moth
(Moth that Glides at Dusk is a light tortie tom, but is nowhere near being considered one of the handsome toms of this time. His face is blunt as is his muzzle, and a light scar runs down the left side of his face. His tabby markings grow darker around his eyes, and his whiskers are black and thick. His tortie fur is short and silky, but marred with dark brown stripes that seem out of place. Though his legs are short and her paws small, he runs with a grace that is unequaled by many. His eyes are a dark, serious blue, which drill into your own with a blue fire that many say is unnatural. Not to his face, though.)
Personality: A bitter past leads to a bitter present, which would be a quote suitable for Moth. His nature is to be sharp-tongued and strict, and whenever a smile graces his features you have to consider yourself lucky. Obviously he gets on famously with Stoneteller, who are mysterious in her ways as well, but most others he is dignified and warm. His heart doesn't reach out in compassion too much, but he may feel a slight stir of sympathy at times. He usually helps out in a very subtle ways, but takes offense easily and is very punctual. He disdains loners and rogues, for reasons he will keep to himself, thank you very much.
Gender: Tom
Rank: Prey-hunter
Bio: He is the son of Dream that Gently Fades and Sorrel of Rustic Forest. Sorrel died in a battle against a rogue band of cats that were fighting for their lives, and who had many allies. At a young age he witnessed the death of his brother, Starkit, and his mother died in grief of both Moth's father and brother. He has always buried the guilt that he didn't go and help her brother when he was on the edge of the gorge where he had met his doom, and because it was his idea to play the game they were playing so close to the edge. He has no kin left, but he has friends within his tribe, so he isn't that lonely. That is part of the reason that he defends his tribe so dearly; he has lost a lot, and he doesn’t want to lose his tribe. The Tribe of Rushing Water and her tribe-mates are the only things he have left.
Name: Leaf Fallen From Tree (Leaf)
Clan: Tribe of Rushing Water
Age: 15 moons
Apperance: Leaf
(Leaf is a slim light gray tabby. Her paws are perfect size and she has stong muscles under her pelt. Her eyes are a stunning bright green that catch everyones attention. To most toms she is beautiful...but since she's scared of them they never get close. Her back right hind leg has no feeling in it from all the experiments done on her.)
Personality: Leaf is gentle and kind. But there is only one set back...she's terrified of toms. Whenever one is near she stays silent and cowers. On the other hand she is very kind to kits and apprentices. She doesnt really trust anyone but if you do gain her trust you'll be lucky. Unlike her gentle personality when she is in battle she becomes fierce. If she ever gets over her fear she may one day have a mate.
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Cave-guard
Bio: Leaf's history is lets say...terrible. She was born as a stray in a rundown city. By the age of 2 moons she was wondering the streets with no parents and no name. She managed to survive on garbage and carrion. When she was 5 moons she found a small pack of cats in the junkyard. They were all toms and decided to let her in, they called her 'Kit'. But they treated her like a piece of trash. They used her to train on their fighting moves. Her small fragile body couldnt take it. Every night they would give her wounds, but would never kill her. One day some sort of twoleg monster came and Twoleg's in white coats came to the junkyard. The others fled but Kit was taken. They took her to some sort of lab and preformed painful experiments on her. They gave her the scientifical name CT-620. They used her to test chemicals and viruses. Finally when she was 12 moons, she made her escape. She ran as far as she could until she found the Tribe Of Rushing Water. She was taken in by them and given the name Leaf in honor of her bright green eyes. Soon enough she became a loyal warrior, Leaf. From her experience from the junkyard toms she became terrified of toms. So she has never had a mate...but only she knows of her past.
Clan: Tribe of Rushing Water
Age: 10 moons
Apperance: Mist
(This mysterious she-cat is a real beauty. Her long silver tabby fur is silky soft and is kept clean. He is slender yet muscular with ivory-white claws and teeth. Her long bushy tail is still slender, like the rest of her frame. She walks lightly, with her paws barely touching the ground. Her stride is so smooth, she seems to float across the ground. Her eyes are her most unique and striking feature. They are crystalline indigo. The color is more violet than blue, but when she is depressed or angry, the blue in them becomes more prominent.
In battle, Mist’s silver fur fluffs out to make her seem much larger. Her indigo eyes burn dark blue and she seems fearless. Her ivory claws gleam as she becomes a formidable fighting force. She is not as helpless as her slight frame and soft fur suggests.)
Personality: Mist is mysterious and aloof, which confuses any suitors who are entranced by her beauty. She seems unaware of her affect on toms and has no trace of vanity. She is sassy and independent and her tongue is sharper than her claws, and that is saying something. However, those close to her know that she is truly a kind and caring friend. She is loving and cares more about her Clan and her friends than she cares about herself. Her temper is extremely long, and thought she may comment insultingly, she never loses her temper. The only time she gets angry is in battle. She is very outgoing, but never in a romantic way. If she were more flirty, she would have certainly had kits by now. Unfortunately for the toms, she gets a secret pleasure out of frustrating them in their pursuits.
Her level of skill as a warrior is very high. The agility that fills her movements make her an efficient hunter and make her difficult to detect as a scout or ambusher. Her speed and ferocity also make her a deadly foe to prey and enemy cats. These skills and her patience make her an ideal mentor.
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Prey-hunter apprentice
Bio: Mist’s mother was a tribe cat named Juniper. She was a plain looking gray she-cat who was kind and much-loved by her Clan. One day in late spring a few seasons ago, she was out admiring the new blossoms, as she was wont to do. An infamous rogue named Deadblood hid in a clump of holly bushes, unbeknownst to Juniper. As she passed by his hiding place, an evil grin contorted his features. He leaped out of the bushes before she could react and forcebred her. She yowled as loudly as she could, but Deadblood was gone before the tribe could arrive. He stayed hidden for many moons afterward. Juniper could never gather enough courage to tell anyone what had happened. Instead, she said she was attacked by a loner and managed to drive him off.
She soon discovered that she was pregnant, but she kept her pregnancy a secret for as long as she could, but such things cannot stay hidden for long. When her stomach began to bulge, she pretended that she had intended to be pregnant, but decided not to reveal to father. The pregnancy went as planned until the kitting. Something went terribly wrong and Juniper didn’t survive. When her only kit, Mist, was born, a star flew across the sky. Juniper’s eyes were glittering as she mewed, “Behold a miracle, for something beautiful has arisen from something terrible. Her name is Mist. May StarClan light her path.” None knew what she meant, but she died moments later.
The kit was raised by a queen named Sea, who was her aunt and Juniper's sister. MIst loves Sea like her mother. When she was 6 moons, she was apprenticed. Tragically when she hit her 8th moon, Sea died.
Name: Moth That Glides At Dusk (Moth)
Clan: Tribe of Rushing Water
Age: 54 moons
Apperance: Moth
(Moth that Glides at Dusk is a light tortie tom, but is nowhere near being considered one of the handsome toms of this time. His face is blunt as is his muzzle, and a light scar runs down the left side of his face. His tabby markings grow darker around his eyes, and his whiskers are black and thick. His tortie fur is short and silky, but marred with dark brown stripes that seem out of place. Though his legs are short and her paws small, he runs with a grace that is unequaled by many. His eyes are a dark, serious blue, which drill into your own with a blue fire that many say is unnatural. Not to his face, though.)
Personality: A bitter past leads to a bitter present, which would be a quote suitable for Moth. His nature is to be sharp-tongued and strict, and whenever a smile graces his features you have to consider yourself lucky. Obviously he gets on famously with Stoneteller, who are mysterious in her ways as well, but most others he is dignified and warm. His heart doesn't reach out in compassion too much, but he may feel a slight stir of sympathy at times. He usually helps out in a very subtle ways, but takes offense easily and is very punctual. He disdains loners and rogues, for reasons he will keep to himself, thank you very much.
Gender: Tom
Rank: Prey-hunter
Bio: He is the son of Dream that Gently Fades and Sorrel of Rustic Forest. Sorrel died in a battle against a rogue band of cats that were fighting for their lives, and who had many allies. At a young age he witnessed the death of his brother, Starkit, and his mother died in grief of both Moth's father and brother. He has always buried the guilt that he didn't go and help her brother when he was on the edge of the gorge where he had met his doom, and because it was his idea to play the game they were playing so close to the edge. He has no kin left, but he has friends within his tribe, so he isn't that lonely. That is part of the reason that he defends his tribe so dearly; he has lost a lot, and he doesn’t want to lose his tribe. The Tribe of Rushing Water and her tribe-mates are the only things he have left.
Name: Leaf Fallen From Tree (Leaf)
Clan: Tribe of Rushing Water
Age: 15 moons
Apperance: Leaf
(Leaf is a slim light gray tabby. Her paws are perfect size and she has stong muscles under her pelt. Her eyes are a stunning bright green that catch everyones attention. To most toms she is beautiful...but since she's scared of them they never get close. Her back right hind leg has no feeling in it from all the experiments done on her.)
Personality: Leaf is gentle and kind. But there is only one set back...she's terrified of toms. Whenever one is near she stays silent and cowers. On the other hand she is very kind to kits and apprentices. She doesnt really trust anyone but if you do gain her trust you'll be lucky. Unlike her gentle personality when she is in battle she becomes fierce. If she ever gets over her fear she may one day have a mate.
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Cave-guard
Bio: Leaf's history is lets say...terrible. She was born as a stray in a rundown city. By the age of 2 moons she was wondering the streets with no parents and no name. She managed to survive on garbage and carrion. When she was 5 moons she found a small pack of cats in the junkyard. They were all toms and decided to let her in, they called her 'Kit'. But they treated her like a piece of trash. They used her to train on their fighting moves. Her small fragile body couldnt take it. Every night they would give her wounds, but would never kill her. One day some sort of twoleg monster came and Twoleg's in white coats came to the junkyard. The others fled but Kit was taken. They took her to some sort of lab and preformed painful experiments on her. They gave her the scientifical name CT-620. They used her to test chemicals and viruses. Finally when she was 12 moons, she made her escape. She ran as far as she could until she found the Tribe Of Rushing Water. She was taken in by them and given the name Leaf in honor of her bright green eyes. Soon enough she became a loyal warrior, Leaf. From her experience from the junkyard toms she became terrified of toms. So she has never had a mate...but only she knows of her past.
