Name: Misthawk

:: Personality ::

Kind, compassionate, and giving- There really didn't seem to be a bad bone in Misthawk's body.

Shy, sweet- It took a long time for him to trust other cats and come into his own.

Patient, gentle- Always tried to understand another cat's point of view.

Kithood
    Mistkit was born into a litter of four, and was the quietest of them all. She was shy and nervous, and it often took her siblings a long time to convince her to play, and it was rare that her mother could get her to come out of the nursery. Because of this timid beginning, Mistkit learned early on the values that would define her personality and, ultimately, the rest of her life. Namely, not to judge a book by it's cover, to be patient and kind, to recognize when it was time to push someone or coax them. She always thought about others before herself, even at a young age.

Apprenticeship
    Apprenticed to Spiderface, the shy Mistkit was surprised when the warrior most well-known for his prickly and icy personality was so warm and gentle with her. He pushed her to her limits, demanding her best, but he never made her do anything she was terrified of without explaining it, and he never made her do anything he did not first show her himself. She had trouble with running silently through the tall grasses of their territory, but delighted in battle training. She felt very close to her mentor, because it was around this time that she discovered that the strange feeling she'd experienced all her life, the root of her shyness, was that she really felt like a he, and presenting himself as a she-cat taxed him like nothing else.

    Mistpaw kept his secret for a long time, until finally he absolutely had to tell someone. The only cat he felt close enough to was Spiderface. When he told him, Spiderface wasn't at all surprised, and accepted Mistpaw wholeheartedly. Together, they broke the news to the clan. First to those who they knew would accept Mistpaw for who he was, and then to those who they thought would be less welcoming.

    At last free of the burden, Mistpaw flourished and came out of his shell more and more each day.