Slatepaw of Mistclan

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Slatepaw She Cat 10 Moons Heterosexual Mistclan Apprentice "The code and clan is everything. Nothing else comes above them." Appearance Slatepaw is a massive cat, dwarfing most of her kin. Her fur is long and fluffy as typical for Norwegian forest cats, and dark gray stripes cross her muscular body sparsely. They seem to cluster more on her legs and face, her long fur further distorting the few that streak across the rest of her body. Her face is rather wide, though it's true size is of course obstructed. Large green eyes stare out with an often calm expression, and her muzzle is colored white with a blaze that reaches up between her eyes and up onto her forehead. Furthermore the white spreads down into her chest and stomach, down onto all four of her paws. Her small nose is left a soft pink. As far as scars go, she bears a battered left ear and a rather nasty scar across her nose that curves downward at both ends. Often times dead leaves, burrs, and small sticks litter her pelt and she very often has a problem with ticks and fleas. Personality Slatepaw, like many Mistclan cats, is outwardly cold. She loves her clan mates, as evidenced by her lack of complaints when a cat or two decides to snuggle against her warm fur. The she cat often regards them with silence, having few friends and acquaintances. Devoted entirely to their safety and comfort, she's been known to hunt for days and return to the prey pile with ice hanging from her long whiskers and a mound of prey in her mouth and even balanced on her back. While not opposed to peace, she has a notable violent streak brought out when confronted by cats outside her clan. Quick to unsheathe her claws and slow to sheathe them again, she can be rather unpredictable when diplomacy is needed most. History Slatepaw's story begins before her birth. Her mother was a pampered she cat kittypet, owned by a proud human woman with many other cats of the same breed. She wasn't the best owner, but by far wasn't the worst. She loved her cats, and they loved her back. She just couldn't always afford medical care for them all, and more often than not resorted to home remedies that only sometimes worked. Slatepaw's mother was one of the twoleg's least favorites, and when she moved to a new town she found herself accidentally left behind. In a frantic attempt to follow the pregnant she cat found herself at the cog railroad, desperately following the monster's path up the mountain. She was the first cat in moons to attempt the trip, and she found herself giving birth to a single kit as she made her way up. Struggling to feed them both, she finally made it into Mistclan territory. She finally collapsed, dying in the dirt of starvation and exhaustion. The trek was simply too much for the spoiled cat. Luckily for the young kit at her belly, they were found by a hunting patrol just a few hours later. The clan cats saw her mother's collar and could smell the scent of twolegs in her fur, but the code demanded they protect all kits. Even non clan ones. They took her from her dead mother's side and carried her to their camp, leaving her in the nursery with a queen named Snowtuft. Snowtuft was a rather distant she cat, though she loved all her kits in her own way. She taught them her hunting secrets in a hushed whisper, and watched them practice on small stones proudly. While some queens saw it as training, she simply saw it as harmless play. Just a little preparation for when they would become apprentices. In reality she was afraid that Slatekit wouldn't be strong enough, prejudiced just enough against cats with kittypet blood to doubt the kit's future ability. Soon Slatekit was named Slatepaw, and was assigned an apprentice. She began to focus full heartedly on the code, as was expected of her by her clan.