Name- Mistfall
Gender- Molly
Age- 13 moons
Affiliation- Currently Riverclan (but disloyal Bucknight and highly against the DF)
Personality- As a kit, Mist was kind and caring, not wanting to wish pain on anyone. Though this changed at the young age of 2 moons, she witnessed something that tinted her kind nature, and she let her anger start to take over - she witnessed someone get murdered. This changed her personality for the worst and it was clear that she had been affected by witnessing the murder.
As she matured Mist became more and more anti-social, and complicated inwardly. She likes to think, but not over think mostly because she's afraid of what she will find and has a fear of the truth depending on what it is because once you know it you can't just pretend that you don't and she is wary about trusting others. After the things she's been through she started to distance herself from everyone and doesn't let anyone in nor let herself care too deeply about anyone - this is mostly since one by one it seems that these people leave her life, either by physically leaving or by death. This makes Mist even more guarded about those she allows herself to trust. Though she does have a darker side to herself, she had since locked it away, but it is always bubbling at the surface and threatening to break free. She is smart, and honest... but isn't afraid to lie sometimes given the right reason and if it's worth it and for the best. And she is constantly struggling between her good side and her dark side.
Ever since Royalwatcher has started coming to her in dreams, Mist is started to find more and more of the light in life. She's become determined to find her old self - though she is certain she'll never be exactly the same, anything is better than her look on the world now, and not trusting many others. She's even made a friend since re-joing Riverclan - this is something that she rarely does. Mist has also become very determined and now has a perpose in her life as she tries her best to become a great warrior and cat in general. She still puts her clanmates' safety before her own and continues her wish to protect them no matter what happens.
Character Motive- Mist has always wanted to protect her clan ever since she was kit and watched a clanmate get murdered, and would want to protect them from the darkness that Bucknight's brings with him from the Dark Forest. She also was originally trained in the Dark Forest since she was roughly 4-5 moons old (back when the DF was recruiting older kits), but is now trying to prove to herself that she isn't bad (she's currently training with a Starclan cat). So she's pretty much against anyone involved with the Dark Forest out of loyalty.
Activity Level- roughly 8/10
Last Roleplay Post- (her name is Mistpaw here because the rp started before her warrior ceremony and i didn't want to randomly start calling her Mistfall)
With her gaze glued to the water, the silver and grey molly hadn't noticed the proud look on Royalwatcher's gaze as she caught her first fish in the starry river. It wasn't her first catch ever, but it was the first that her mentor had seen. The apprentice was striving for that proud look that had lasted for a heatbeat and which she had missed. Instead Mistpaw made sure all her focus was on the drock. But she couldn't help her curious instincts at the sound of the tom going in for a fish not too longer after she had, causing her pale orbs to shoot towards him and watched carefully as he missed the initial target of his strike, but had enough luck to accidentally catch another. Mistpaw gave a small laugh at this and flicked her tail as he declared that his next one would beat her own catches. "Oh I'm sure you can - you were able to catch one with a move like that, it's almost as if your eyes were closed," her tease was friendly, proving it with a pleasant grin. Closing her eyes for a moment she let the it all sink in. It was like nothing could go wrong here and all of her worries and bad memories were being deteriorated and now traveled down the perfect river before her. This was one of the reasons why she loved these visits; it was so peaceful and she could get away from everything in the waking world- plus, the orange tabby was good company. Why can't things ever be like this back home? Mist questioned silently, though it felt like this question seemed to scream itself at her constantly. Why is everything so complicated?
Her pale blue orbs flashed opened upon remembering that she was in the middle of a little hunting competition with Roaylwatcher. Mistpaw lashed her tail and leaned forward as silver scales flared from the stunning river. Her silvery paw raised and orbs narrowed, patiently - or not so much- waiting for the prey to make it's way to the apprentice, holding her position until it was an appropriate point for her to strike. The glaring scales made the fish appear large, and she knew that this would be a prey to be proud of if she could catch it. The molly didn't even think of Royalwatcher who might be watching or even the other fish in the river and let herself focus completely on the single soon-to-be fresh-kill. Diving down, her paw seemed to misjudge where the fish had been. Instantly fearing that she had missed Mistpaw found it a relief when the fish panicked and happened to burst forward - right into her claws. Mist gave a visible sigh of alleviation when she flung it up and killed it with a single bite. It was then that she realized how she had misjudged the fish's position: the glaring light from it's beaming scales and the already shimmering water had formed some light around it, which the light looked to be part of the fish when it in fact wasn't. Her initial blow was on the light - luckily the fish had been too panicked to think straight and had landed right where she had original thought it was. Meaning that the fish was actually pretty small, and very dissatisfying after her believes of it being large. She wondered what Royalwatcher would say now if he had noticed, similar to how she had teased him for his lucky catch after the mess up. Mist' face was painted a pinkish color by embarrassment, but tried her best to pretend that it was all part of her plan.