Post by ♏aple♢ on Sept 1, 2015 4:35:39 GMT
 Mistlekit “Mama, why do the best people die?” “When you’re in a garden, which flowers do you pick?” “The most beautiful ones.” general info
APPEARANCE
Tiny, pale, and light. Mistle will match her namesake, the sparkling white berries of the mistletoe plant, to a T. Her mother- dark red and beautiful- had been ecstatic that the little she-cat had taken after her father's coat. She'd gone on and on about how lovely it was when she'd been born. Short and soft as could be and just slightly off white. Like a little snowdrift, or an ermine, or well, a mistletoe berry! She's going to be frail as a pile of twigs as a kit. Seriously, the wind could pick this little she-cat up. And.. it has a couple of times. As she grows she'll achieve longer legs, but Mistle is always going to be a small she-cat. Slim (or twiggy, depending on how you look at it) build, bad for fighting but good for hunting and running. Big ears, pastel pink paws and nose. And the palest green eyes you ever did see.  personality
Wha-... You want me to talk about me? Well okay, here goes. My name is Mistle. I like flowers and butterflies and playing with my brothers- and stories! Mama tells the best stories, I'm gonna tell good stories like her someday. She's been on so many adventures... What a -dreamy sigh- romantic way to live. Thats what mama calls it. I'm gonna live a romantic life too! Just like stories, with lots of lovely things and adventures and good cats. And I'm gonna be beautiful and brave and clever just like her! The world is so pretty, and theres so much good stuff. Like flowers and puddles and clouds. I wanna see all of it, and I love all of it. Oh, and I love my family too most of all! I'm really good at smelling things. I'm the best beetle-catcher out of all of us. Holly can't see as good as me, and Rose always waits too long and lets them fly away. But not me! I'm the best at sniffing out the bugs and snatching them up. Sometimes I'm so busy sniffing them out and following them that I get lost though... Then mama has to come find me. And I get in big trouble. But I don't try to get lost, theres just so much to look around at! Its easy to get distracted. And I get distracted an awful lot. Holly says im a beebrain. I think thats just silly. If you had bees in your brain, the buzzing wouldn't let you think!
HISTORY Poinsetta was a mysterious she-cat. Beautiful red with the most intense green eyes and a mischevious smile that turned heads. Kittypet born, a hopeless romantic with her head in the clouds who never had a full grasp of the world. And a compulsive liar. She couldn't help it- it just happened. Every time you asked her something the answer would be different. In one story she was the last in a long line of royalty, while in another she was a seabound orphan, living with the twolegs on their water dens. It was hard to get a clear picture of just what ever really did happen in her life. There were few reliable witnesses, and even fewer who would testify one way or another. It would be impossible to say how her life would have turned out had she never gotten pregnant. But she had. Three kits, she'd given birth to. Each named after flora. Holly. Handsome and hardy, a gray and white tom with a sharper edge. Rose. Reliable and relaxing, a tom with her own brilliant red fur who could never be seen without a smile. And Mistle. Modest and musical, head just as in the sky as her mother's. She loved her kits. Or hated them, depending on the day. Nothing could ever be too stable with Poinsetta. But they adored her. She was the only parental figure in their life, after all. Whenever they asked about another parent or siblings, the story would change. Sometimes Poinsetta will have had six litters previous, all strapping and grown, with a gruff sea-tom with a forlorn disposition. Sometimes she'd been a queen of the city, madly in love with her second in command but pregnant to another. Sometimes she was alone, and the kits had no other parent. They'd been sent to her by the stars, she'd say. Mistle loved each and every variation, green eyes wider with each retelling. Rose thought such a life- or lives- too full of adventure. He wouldn't like to travel so much, he would miss his home. And Holly, well Holly just didn't believe that a cat could lead so many lives at once and still only be one. Holly thought she was a liar. They lived in the basin, the four of them. On the outskirts of the Sunset Plains. Why Poinsetta had gone there to bear her kits, in the midst of a war, was a mystery. And it would forever remain a mystery. Because in a war, there are always civilian casualties. War made cats savage. It turned their vision red and buried their common sense beneath a need for revenge- no matter who the target. Cats mistook cats for others all the time. It just so happened that Poinsetta looked a bit too much like the cat who killed her would-be murderer's brother. Or maybe she had killed him? It's too late to find out now. It happened at dawn. One moment she was sleeping with her kits, and the next fur was flying. She fought. She died. Holly thought he could fight. Though he could protect his siblings. He died even more quickly. Rose wanted to fight. In the confusion and chaos Mistle convinced him to play dead. Both Rose and Mistle survived. The chaos settled, the killer fled. The family stayed. But what could two kits, not even yet weaned, do to survive on their own? THREAD TRACKER This section is not necessary, but is provided if a member wishes to keep track of the threads that this character participates in. | ooc info  ☆ NAME☆ maple ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS☆ starlingfur turtlefrost tornpelt cherrykit wolfkit snipekit hawkkit |