APPEARANCE

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Summary: A white, black and gold marbled vixen with golden eyes
Purchases: N/A

Strengths: Fighting, agility, running
Weaknesses: Swimming, fishing, hunting

In Depth: Mist is a rather average sized fox, her fur long and snowy while, though lying closer to her skin and thinner than most foxes. Marking this white fur are black and gold spotting, congregating around her muzzle and the lower half of all four legs. Her ears are a golden brown rimmed in black, and she has a light creamy gold dorsal stripe starting between her shoulder blades and tapering off to nothing just before her fluffy white tail. She has a reasonably lean build with long legs, clearly more built for agility and speed. However, she is surprisngly hardy, and her amazingly soft fur hides well formed muscles from many years of rough and tumble play fighting and races. Her eyes are truly captivating, a bright honey gold that show a light just as warm as the color would imply. The only marring of her snowy pelt is the thin scar across the left side of her muzzle thanks to an angry cat.

PERSONALITY

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Positive Traits: Amiable, determined, intelligent, encouraging, understanding
Negative Traits: Rambunctious, stubbourn, childish, unpredictable, somewhat insecure
Likes: Play fighting, herb collecting, her clanmates, young foxes (kits apprentices), butterflies/flowers and other pretty things
Dislikes: Grumpy foxes, lying around, being too serious, thunder, cats

In Depth: Unlike the gentleness and maturity the name mist might imply, this doesn’t quite sit well as the mantle over this vixen’s head. Instead, her name most likely points to the mask of calm she may wear beyond her camp that hides the bright, bubbly nature behind it. For the most part, she’s a friendly fox who just loves to have fun. She doesn’t like being bored, or serious, and it often irks her when others are just lazing around still. No, this vixen can hardly sit still for a moment, always with the itch to play and enjoy her life. Of course, she’s gotten better at focusing than she used to be, and she can be very serious and channel her intelligence well when required. However, she’s more likely to leap into playfighting with her clanmates, go off chasing a butterfly, or try to lighten the mood with a friendly joke. She isn’t as lazy as many of her clanmates, but she has also through herself, found a way to make them less lazy too. The best way to get her into something had always been to turn it into a game or challenge, and this is often how she will convince her clanmates to patrol and hunt, without getting bossy or grumpy. Life should be fun, in her mind. Mist is also a very confident individual, not in the fact she thinks herself high and mighty, but in the sense she has no shame. She will willingly accept her mistakes, sometimes even pointing them out herself, and will often use her flaws to link herself to those beneath her rule, reminding them she is no different than they are. However, one insecurity she does hold is in her healing abilities, in convincing the other clan leaders to take her seriously, and in admitting when she is afraid within the moment. After all, not everyone can be bold and confident all the time, it takes work and a certain amount of courage. However, she likes to push herself, and she knows that she needs to push past these issues for the good of her clan, so she does. She just wants what’s best for her clan, her family, and she simply has a different way of achieving this. She may be unpredictable, but on thing is always certain; she cares deeply for their clanmates, and their pain is her pain.

HISTORY

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Mist was named at first for her snowy pelt, or, perhaps for the markings that misted it, or maybe even for the mist that had shrouded Fieldclan when she and her brother were born. Unfortunately, the little vixen never got to find out, for she could never ask her mother, for unfortunately she had died before she could ever do more than name her kits. The little pair were then brought up by another nursing vixen, a kindly fox who was close friends with their mother, and raised alongside her own three kits. When one of their foster mother’s kits died in the icy cold of their first leafbare, Mist felt so one with her that she promised to always be there and to make her feel better. So, she tried her best to be happy and optimistic, to play and make a fool of herself. At first, it seemed a little strange, however she had a plan, and that plan worked. Gradually, her new mother was distracted by the strange little kit’s antics, and she would laugh and lovingly tease her, until she seemed to have forgotten she was so terribly upset. Her brother, however, could never let go of the fact that this wasn’t their real kin. They never were told who their father was - it seemed as if no one knew, and while Mist had let this go in favour of her new family, he seeemd determined to find out.

Six moons seemed to fly by, whilst simultaneously taking forever for little Mist. At first, she became an ordinary apprentice, to be trained by a firm but kind mentor they thought might tame her wild ways. However, she somehow managed to lighten up this fox too, and everyone realised there was no stopping her. She was a good and quick learner, but she was at times reluctant, or far too easily distracted. She hated to sit still and simply listen, even if she seemed to absorb information like a sponge. Her mentor didn’t know how to teach her properly, it was like he kept running into barriers at every turn of her unpredictable nature. So, her name was called in ceremony again, and for the first time, dread seemed to settle in her stomach. Would they not let her train anymore? Would she never be a warrior?

Instead, the complete opposite happened. Despite her rambunctious attitude, one of the leaders, growing admittedly old, had conferred with his friend and decided to take her on as a Tyro. He had been impressed by her drive and determination, by the way she seemed to convince other apprentices and young warriors to hunt and serve the clan, breaking from their lazy ways to play games and have fun in a way that always seemed to serve the clan. He didn’t know how she did it, but he knew this would be a good turn for the future, if she was in the lead. He seemed to handle her much better, learning the twists and turns of her personality, working with her boundless energy rather than against it, and using her own technique of making things a game or challenge to drive her toward learning and hard work. In what all seemed like a big fun game to her, he was slowly molding her into a worthy leader.

Teaching her calm and focus was a little harder. She was often getting into trouble and running her mouth, even getting her muzzle scratched by a cat and sparking something that fluctuated between a wariness and rivalry with the vicious little creatures. However, he found she had a certain passion for healing, and it was in these times that she was most cautious and and well focused. He learnt what it was that brought about these characteristics in her, and he employed various techniques to teach her how to appear calm and confident without losing her spark, how to command attention without raising her hackles. It wasn’t the fastest process, but with every new thing she learned, came a determination to learn even more. Perhaps surprisingly, the boisterous little vixen was increasingly keen to learn and listen.

Warriorhood came behind her brother, though again, before she even knew to expect it. She had been satisfied with being a Tyro, with the duties and learning it entailed. However, her whole body had fizzed with excitement and determination as, at the side of her best friend no less, she was named Mist that shrouds the sun. She didn’t know what it meant, though many made several guesses at it, and her mentor only allowed amusement to gleam in his eyes at any questioning. She decided it didn’t matter, for it was just another title under which she would serve her clan just as well - no, even better.

Around 20 moons Mist found herself pregnant. No one knew about it, but when her mentor found out, he sent Mist away so no one would know. When the kit was born, she was forced to give her up. So, the kit was sent to Lakeclan with her father, and while Mist had a friend in Lakeclan tell her of her kit's well being at gatherings, they were always kept apart, and she didn't even know if her daughter knew she was her mother. She’d already been growing close to a male in her own clan, and had taken him up as a mate before her mentor had sent her away in the hopes she could pass him off as the father, but she’d made a foolish mistake. She was to be leader one day....and so was her mate. It wasn’t meant to be.

Still she went on with her life, refusing to give up her mate. She’d grown to love him, and she didn’t want to lose that like she lost her kit. She got an apprentice of her own, despite still being a tyro until her mentor passed or stepped down. What may have caught some by surprise was that she trained this apprentice well, and they became a hard working member of the clan, rather than a lazy layabout. Yet Mist was determined not to mess up again. Until she did. Her mate’s mentor died, and he stepped up, leading to her mentor blocking them from being together, using the kit (which her mate hadn’t known about) as a way to split them apart. It worked, and very reluctantly, Mist let her love slip away.

Eventually, the time would come that she too would step up as leader. She had always known this day would come, but she’d never been ambitious for it, simply accepting. She’d always been content as a Tyro, both before and after she was given her full name as a warrior. Fortunately, though, she did not have to ascend in the wake of her mentor’s death. Instead, he deemed her ready and himself too old, and so she stepped up to take his place as he retired as an elder. She was always quick to look after him, alongside her former apprentice who had often worked closely with the two of them too. Sadly, though, the time would come for his end, though it was peaceful and easy, the passing of his final life to old age. She had been terribly sad to see him go. However, he had taught her that not everyone could be saved, and she had to focus on those that could, whilst she let the Council embrace those whose time had come.

RELATIONSHIPS

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Mother: Dusk (mother, deceased), Berry (foster mother)
Father: Unknown, Frost (foster father)
Siblings: Dew (brother), Bracken (foster brother), Heather (foster sister), Briar (foster sister)
Mate: None
Kits: Swan (daughter, Lakeclan)
Other: Dash (first mentor), Shadow (second mentor/leader, deceased), Stream (best friend)

Adoptables: Best friend, potentially siblings, daughter is played by Mikachu