Feathermist ~ [ThunderClan]

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Feathermist
29 moons
Female/She-cat
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1. Warrior name: Feathermist
2. Warrior eye color:
You think looks are everything, dear one? Then you're a fool. Looks deceive everything about you. My eyes, you would like to know about? Alright, then. I wouldn't boast, but I have angelic, pale, beautiful, and serene misty-gray eyes. They match the fur that hugs my body. Not many cats have gray eyes, eh? But don't take me by my appearance. Please, please, don't. Some say my eyes always sparkle with tears. No, I don't usually cry in public, in case you're wondering. Cats always exaggerate. I wonder myself why they think these things. Maybe because I was born on a cursed day. . .
3. Pelt Color: Don't take me for a fool because of my size, please. That would be the biggest mistake you would make, and I promise you that. I have a lean, slender body, embraced by a soft pale silver-gray tabby pelt, and I walk with a graceful step. I may exaggerate by boasting I am one of the most beautiful cats in the clan. But I am tiny. Very, very, tiny, and I was the runt of the litter in my mother's last one. But I so have muscles hidden under my tabby pelt. May I repeat, please don't take me for a fool or underestimate me, that is, and will, be, your greatest mistake.
Now follow your gaze down to my plumy but long tail. It is scarred with many scratches from many foes; some didn't live long enough to gloat, anyway. My tail fans out at the tip, and resemble feathers on a dove. On the very tip of my feather-like tail, it is white, pure, snowy, beautifully, white. As my mother said, like an angels wings, like a cloud. There is a huge scar that has wound around the tip, from a battle when I was a kit. To that later, now, let's flow along with my story . . .
4. Clan:
ThunderClan, strong and loyal. . .
5. Personality:
Well, I'm dangerous. All cats are dangerous, even the small ones. I don't like being underestimated for my size, but I can't do anything about it. I am a vunerable target in battle. But back in my regular clan camp, I love to help. If I don't help, actually, I think I would die. I think some would say 'sweet,' others would say 'coy,' and some just say 'stunning.' No, I'm not your perfect she cat that goes around breaking tomcats' hearts. I wonder if I even have attracted any tom in my life. Now, I have a pure heart, and I am devoted to the Warrior Code, devoted to my Clan 110%. Am I am not kidding on that. If I am, and ever will, I give you permission to do whatever you'd like with me. Especially you, Windstar, in case you ask. So I hope you have had enough of my boasting . . . let us move on with my narrative.
6. Favorites and least favorites:
Well, my favorites and least favorites, you ask? I will tell you . . .
Favorites:
My favorite things? My reader, I am laughing at your prying. But I will tell you. I love to serve my Clan. I think that's all . . .
Least Favorites:
Well, my least favorite things are how I am constantly underestimated because of my size and opponents think I am a vulnerable. . . cat . . . in battle. Well, think again. . .
7. Skills:
Skills, huh? I wish I had some. . . kidding! Well, I am lighthearted, as you just saw. But, is that even a skill? Okay, okay, I'm serious now. Well, I'd say I am one of the best hunters in the clan, and probably the most swift one. I may boast on this, but it is only the facts. If you are smaller than most cats, you must find different ways to survive. Mine is being quick and nimble. Use wit, always, always. And don't care if you act before you think. In a crisis, would you wait a heartbeat when you're about to get torn open by an enemy warrior? I say no. It's okay, you don't need to listen to my words of wisdom, but . . listen to my words of wisdom! They will help you along the path you walk.
8. Friends:
I have many friends, other than my kin, but most are deceased. I have befriended Lilywing and Lilacwish of WindClan, not to mention their mates: Darkfang and Duskclaw; Falterstep of ShadowClan, her kits: Featherpaw, named for me, and Armorpaw, not to mention her mate, Lightstripe. I'm more popular in other Clans than my own Clan. . . just my thinking. I have also made friends with my former apprentices, Light-touch and Ripplewhisper.
9. Ranking:
How did I become deputy, you ask? Well, other than the fact I mentored Light-touch and Ripplewhisper, they are both warriors now. I hope I made myself popular in my Clan. My mother, Sombersong, mated with Plaguefur, the former deputy, so I was high bred. I hope that wasn't the only reason why Windstar chose me . . . because of my father? What a laugh, that would be embarrasing. I have proven myself loyal to the Clan many times over, and I think that's reason enough.
10. History:

{K}ithoo{d} : A whisper of life

A small tabby kit lay still by her mother, silver fur plastered against her body.
"Wake up, little one." the medicine cat, fur dappled like the ground on leaf-fall, murmured. The kit stirred at the cat's soft breath. Sombersong, the kitten's mother, guided her other two kits, both toms, closer to her, eyes wide with shock, and wheezing. Her eyes glittered helplessly at the pale gray tabby kit.
"Wake up, little one." repeated Dapplepelt, eyes glazed with fear. Finally, the kit rolled over and squeaked. Sombersong's eyes glimmered with relief and tears.
"Plaguefur will be pleased." announced the medicine cat, eyes bright now. Sombersong smiled and dipped her head.
Outside, a battle raged.

Hey! I'm Featherkit, a ThunderClan kit. My mother was Sombersong, a newer warrior, and my father was Plaguefur, the Clan deputy. As a young kit, I loved to play with my brothers, Stormkit and Duskkit. They were really annoying, I could have clawed their eyes out if my mother and father weren't around. Still, they were great company. Plaguefur was always proud of me, while Sombersong was overprotective. I was the runt of the litter, by the way. But that wasn't the reason. Stormkit, Duskkit, and I, were born in one of the most bloodiest battles in Clan history.

You see, ShadowClan was always aggressive. They wanted more territory. One day, they set them deep inside ThunderClan territory. Our border patrol caught them. It was only bad luck that ThunderClan's former-most-aggressive warrior was at the head of our patrol: Bloodface. Boy, he got crazy about it. Bloodface slew the former ShadowClan deputy, Darklight, and the rest of his patrol fled, not to mention ShadowClan's. The next day, ShadowClan invaded. Boy, it was hectic. My mother was kitting at that very moment, so Plaguefur fought desperately at the front of ther nursery. I was born, and blood rained down on my face, literally. Bloodface was killed that day, by Falterpaw, a young apprentice. Ha, imagine that! I was glad Falterpaw killed Bloodface, he caused much pain for our Clan.

But back on track. My kithood was pained and dark, because everycat knew the circumstances of my birth . . .

*A*pprenticehoo*d*: Betrayal from Within

"Featherpaw, your mentor will be Skyfoot!" Announced Windstar. Skyfoot was Plaguefur's best friend, a senior warrior, and . . . one of the most strict Warriors since Day 1. Duskkit and Stormkit blinked encouragingly at me, and I finally accepted Skyfoot as my mentor.
". . . Duskpaw, your mentor will be Mistheart! Stormpaw, your mentor will be Smileface!" yowled Windstar. Mistheart, a silver she-cat, touched noses with Duskpaw, while Smileface, a bright ginger tom, touched noses with Stormpaw. Featherpaw blinked at Skyfoot. His eyes were narrowed with an emotion I did not understand.

Finally, I was Featherpaw. Say it with me once, okay? Featherpaw, Featherpaw, Featherpaw. . . But my mentor was Skyfoot. Sombersong, my mother, said Skyfoot had mentored Bloodface. Plaguefur told me Skyfoot was the best cat I could have as a menor, but I didn't believe that. He treated me like his personal slave. Everycat noticed.
'Go clean the elders' bedding, Featherkit.' 'Go fetch prey for the elders, apprentice, and don't forget mouse-bile for Littlewish's ticks!' 'Featherkit! You got that move all wrong! I condemn you with a week in camp, caring for the elderly.' He didn't even call me Featherpaw. Only Windstar didn't seem to notice, which got me infuriated. Duskpaw and Stormpaw were getting worried . . .

~W~arriorhoo~d~ : The Storm Breaks

"Feathermist!" screamed Duskfang. Skyfoot's lips cracked into an evil grin. Stormpelt's eyes were wide with shock. Plaguefur watched experssionlessly, and Sombersong looked like she was about to faint. In a dream, Feathermist hurled herself at her former mentor, spitting and clawing.

"NO!" It was too late. An unearthly howl echoed in the chasm, and every ThunderClan cat turned. In my dreams. Ha.

Duskfang lay limp at Skyfoot's paws.

I don't know why Skyfoot killed Duskfang, okay? We were keeping vigil, and it just happened. Skyfoot was exiled, but Duskfang's death scream still echoes in my ears.

No. . . no . . .

Stormpelt was so, so, sad. Plaguefur and Sombersong were purely dismayed. Windstar gave Stormpelt and me apprentices afterwards to cease our pain. It was in vain.

I mentored Lightpaw, Stormpelt mentored Auburnpaw. But I think I did better with Ripplewhisper, when grief and betrayal didn't weigh down on me. But Stormpelt and I tried our best with our first apprentices. When Lighttouch and Auburnwing became warriors, a little of my grief left.

Then, one mysterious night, my parents ran away . . .

<D>eputyshi<p>: A New Dawn

Feathermist blinked in surprise.
She was to be deputy?
Her paws scuffled in dismay. Light-touch and Ripplepaw congratulated her, as did Stormpelt . . . but my parents weren't there. They left me. Abandoned me.

Well, here you go. I've suffered many hardships, but now I'm the deputy . . . of the whole Clan. Ripplepaw became Ripplewhisper a day after, and I think my past has been woven by Fate more . . . more . . . uniquely than any other cats'. . .

Heh . . . lately, I've been slouching off. As deputy, you have much to do and much to learn. I wonder if I can do it all, I'm more busy now.

11. Appearance: Heh . . . more of my looks, little one? Again, I appear to be puny and defenseless. Well, excuse me for living. I have muscles under my pelt, okay? Okay. My gray pelt hides it well, so I give my enemies a nasty surprise. I haven't killed anycat yet, my paws aren't red with blood, but I think when I face Skyfoot, I will have to.
Anyway. As I said, I have a beautiful but scarred tail, and my silver-gray pelt embraces my body like a warm coat. There are many scars outside, but their are more inside. . .
12. Other: Well, other things, huh. Thats hard to say. I would say I stand out in battle like bloodred against leafgreen. My size, I know, alright? I'm different, I'm unique . . . not just one way.
13. Secret Code: I've got to say, Leafpool. I think she's loyal, but bold enough to break the Warrior Code by loving Crowfeather. She gave everything up for him, then gave him up for her duty to her Clan. She has infinite patience with every cat (Cinderpaw, at least!) and seems to look past Jaypaw's blindness. Leafpool = pure perfect!

[-beary-]

Well, everything is absolutely perfect! A gorgeous piece of writing=P
Now, it's going to be accepted ... and it is accepted. But before I move this [its accepted now] can you change the


<D>eputyshi<p>: A N

part? I didnt know what u were supposed to write. Thanks.

[-beary-]

well, its accepted!

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Uh, I'll change it for you. . .