Mistysight

MISTYSIGHT
# Meet Mistysight

* **Roleplayer -** Cedarcreations
* **Name -** Mistysight
	+ **Previous Names -** Mistypaw, Mistykit
* **Age -**44 moons
* **Gender & Pronouns -**Female, she/her
* **Sexual Orientation -** Asexual
* **Affiliation -** Thunderclan
	+ **Rank -**Medicine Cat
	+ **Mentor/Apprentice -**Dandelionpaw

# Appearance

*snow-white molly with bicolored eyes.*

* **Breed -** Turkish Angora
* **Build -** Average
* **Fur Type -** Long

# Personality

*Misty is an odd cat. She tends to have her head in the clouds when she is alone, focusing on the task at hand when around others so she can fulfill her duties. She enjoys speaking to others about what some little shift of a stone means and interprets any small thing as a subtle sign from Starclan, thankfully all of the omens she reads are inconsequential or fairly accurate. She cuts straight to the point when another cat tries to make up lies about their condition, as she prefers to get her job started so she can keep the cat as a captive audience for her rambling. She enjoys delivering stories and prophecies with extravagant flourishes, maybe some paw gestures and exaggerated body language, though she will deliver a deciphered version for those who ask, albeit slightly disappointed.*

*She can also be seen looking at seemingly nothing and mumbling under her breath, when asked what she was doing she will simply smile at the other cat. Misty also finds it funny to mess with another cat, tapping them on the shoulder and leaping into the trees or mumbling as she walks past them. She also takes to giving cats Starclan has given her prophecies about or cats she has taken interest in by pet names like, herald and trickster. She tends to get annoyed easily when others doubt any of her talents that she prides herself in, like her healing abilities. She also tends to watch others, and listen to their woes in her free time, prompting them to fix them but refusing to do it herself as it would be too much trouble to go through, after all it isn’t her place in her mind.*

# Romance

* **Status -** Single
* **Sexuality -** Asexual, Panromantic
* **Mate -** None

# History

*Mistykit was born to a thunderclan warrior named Snowfall and a kittypet named Thanatos. Her mother decided it would be best to give her kits to her mate, for his two legs could take care of them better then she could without a father in their lives, but she decided it would be odd to just come back with no kits so she decided to keep Mistykit. Mistykit grew up with a mother who would do the bare minimum, nursing her and maybe sleeping with her, but not doting on her like other kits. So, Mistykit was by herself her odd quirks putting off the other kits in the nursery, as she decided to linger near the entrance of the medicine cats’ den or the elders’ den, occasionally seeing wisps of white in the corner of her vision. She thought it was the “ghost” of her father, as Snowfall told her he had died before she was born. She took to talking to herself whenever the wisps appeared in the corner of her eyes, like they were her friends as they were the only thing really willingly to listen to her, though the elders were a close second as she always enjoyed listening to their tall tales of their golden days.*

*Mistykit was apprenticed to a warrior named Fadinggust despite Mistykit, now Mistypaw’s protest. She thought the life of a medicine cat fit her better, as she thought of herself having a strong connection with Starclan. Though she knew she couldn’t get the position at this point, it was a bit late to have her entire future switched so she begrudgingly went through with her training, distancing herself from others, though she hovered around a distinct cat, a tom named Darkpaw, he was apathetic and calm, yet he seemed to be able to attract others to him, so she decided to attempt to befriend him, pestering him with small requests for him to chat and spend time with her which he agreed to. Mistypaw finally started putting her weight into training and towards her warrior name much to her mentor’s pleasure, as she finally earned her warrior name Mistysight due to her odd eyes.*

*The night of Mistysight’s vigil was quiet, she stared at the stars with unspoken questions, mostly about her friend, now Darkmoon. The first 2 moons of her warriorship were relatively calm, as she settled into her role as a warrior as her friendship with Darkmoon only grew stronger.On the third moon of her warriorship, Darkmoon died sacrificing himself to fight off a fox. This sent Mistysight into a spiral, as she returned to her childhood pastime of murmuring to the stars, assuming her friend could hear her from Starclan.*

*The moons passed by, as Mistysight meandered through her monotonous life, go on patrol, sleep, eat, go on patrol, sleep, again and again. When the journey began she started to ponder to the stars if her role of warrior was worth it, if she would die a worthless death like her friend, although it was noble it was needless in her eyes. If there was any sign that they should have run or stayed in their camp would they just ignore it? What if there was a sign that she turned a blind eye to that could have saved his life? As the clans finally settled into the new territory Mistysight vowed to pay attention to the world around her, in case there were any life saving omens. When the role of medicine cat opened up Mistysight waited with bated breath to see who would be chosen.*

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