Mistpool

> She let us down. Her own deputy, her own warriors and apprentices and kits, she let them all down. We need a leader who takes action and... Silverstar isn't that. Not anymore. - Mistpool to Turtlestar on Silverstar's inactivity as leader
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Mistkit was born alongside her two sisters, Shardkit and Poolkit, to Quickleap and Whitefur. From the beginning, she admired her sisters: Poolkit's confidence and Shardkit's determination. She followed them, graceful and dainty, soaking up all the games and stories her youth had to offer.

As apprentices, the sisters stayed together. Shardpaw was the brawn, the warrior; Poolpaw the brains, the leader; and Mistpaw was the charm, the trickster. Shardpaw was still growing into her paws, but oh-so-determined to do better and better. Poolpaw already seemed so put together, always outsmarting the other apprentices in training. Mistpaw often felt second-best, but that was okay; she was proud of her sisters. They'd earned every bit of recognition. While her sisters focused on training, Mistpaw was more social, getting into mischief. She looked for problems they could solve, wounds they could heal. Together, the three of them were going to make a difference. They were going to change something, for the better.

In their ninth moon, while out on an assessment, the sisters encountered an unfamiliar scent. Poolpaw and Shardpaw wanted to return to camp and tell the warriors, but Mistpaw convinced them to go check it out -- it was an assessment, after all, albeit a hunting one; they were supposed to prove their worth. Real warriors identified threats and took care of them.

But this threat was a bit too much for them to chew. A border patrol overheard their scuffle and came to the rescue, but not before Poolpaw had given her life to protect her sister. The next thing Mistpaw knew, she was lying in the medicine den with a scar down her shoulder and her first regret. Listen to your leaders, she'd learned, but for much too great a price.

The trifecta was broken. Shardpaw disappeared into her training, and after a long time in the medicine den, so did Mistpaw. She wasn't the charm anymore. She was serious, playing by the rules. Learning to be smart and think, like Poolpaw, and to fight, like Shardpaw, so no one would ever have to protect her again. Somehow, Mistpaw had to get good, so she could do something good. So she could atone.

Mistpaw poured her all into her training, and made up for her time in the medicine den, earning her warrior name right on time with Shardpaw at her side. They were still sisters, after everything, but something -- someone -- had been missing for moons. Mistpaw called out Shardstep's new name, and Shardstep choked over hers. Mistpool, in honor of the sister no longer with them, for whom Mistpool had worked so hard to do better.

As a warrior, Mistpool continued her efforts. She volunteered for dawn patrol, brought feathers to the royals in the nursery, and played by the rules. She was a good warrior. When her hunting patrol stumbled upon a pair of foxes, Mistpool defended the apprentices with her. She'd done it. After all this time, Mistpool was proud of what she'd accomplished, and she knew Poolpaw would be too.

Mistpool continued to earn respect among her clanmates for her hard work and constitution, and was rewarded with an apprentice, the first of many. She poured her heart into each, teaching them to avoid her mistakes, and guiding them into adulthood. She led her apprentices, like Poolpaw had led her, and was proud to see them flourish.

When a whole patrol of Fallenclan cats were kidnapped by the Claws and Silverstar did nothing, Mistpool could no longer deny the state of disrepair her clan had fallen into. When her old friend, Turtlespots, asked her to join him, Mistpool didn't have to think twice. Mistpool had always wanted to be the change. She had always been the follower.

She'll always regret leaving Ryepaw, but she can't ever regret Risingclan. Turtlestar made her deputy for her loyalty. She was also given Sprucepaw, a former Claws cat as an apprentice to signify the merging of their groups. The two grew quite close.

She was a well respected and liked deputy, being seen as an integral part of Risingclan. She died saving Russetkit, one of Firestone and Parsleyleaf's kits, during a flood.