NAME: Mistlebrook

RANK: Warrior

ALLEGIANCE: RavenClan

IMMEDIATE KIN: 
Hazelfawn (mother)
Risingwind (father)
Drizzlecloud (sister)

BASIC APPEARANCE: Grey and white she-cat with yellow eyes.

DETAILED APPEARANCE: Mistlebrook's pelt is predominantly an alluring slate grey, but her forelegs and chest are bright white with the lack of colour extending to a point between her eyes. Her eyes look yellow from a distance but are actually a beautiful dark gold, something that few cats get to see as she scarcely lets anyone get close enough. She's average size and firmly built, her long fur hiding the muscles built from seasons of sprinting the moors. 

PERSONALITY & DESCRIPTION:
If you asked most cats what they thought Mistlebrook was like, the answer would be along the lines of a positive and self-assured young she-cat. She’s never seen to be down, her eyes alight as she gives a chirpy smile to everyone who looks her way.  But her confidence only lasts as long as she keeps others at an arm’s length, so that they’ll never see the cracks in her mask of happiness. She can be friendly, outgoing even on a good day, but she will switch to forced aloofness in a second if she starts to get uncomfortable within an encounter. This facade wasn’t always there; as a kit and apprentice she was genuinely as happy as she still maintains she is, but the sudden death of her mother sent her entire world spinning in a direction she had never really considered it would. Her determination to take full advantage of the warriorhood she had so recently been granted put processing her grief into second priority, so she’s only just acknowledging the full extent of the shock she went through. Her grief was allowed to fester until it took the form of crushing anxiety that plagues her worst days, something she's yet to find a way to control but could never face up to confiding in someone for help. Her father's death has only made this worse since she can't learn from her earlier mistake, and is still trying to force her way through the cloud of depression that's been hanging over her for longer than she realises. For this reason there is hardly a cat in the Clan who would guess the depth of her emotion when encountering Mistlebrook on a daily basis simply because she’s adapted to hide it so well. The mysterious quality she is fondly famed for developed as a way of keeping a distance; she has a remarkable way of telling cats enough to make them think they know her when in fact they know nothing at all. And when she feels her smile start to slip she has an easy excuse to make a quick getaway, until she’s built herself back up enough to hold her mask for a little while longer. Fear of suffering a third loss has made her wary to grow close to anyone else, but she still takes joy from her shallow friendships and tries to convince herself that it's enough for her in life. Deep down she does want a relationship, as much as her head wars with her heart over that desire, and it will only be a matter of time before either her emotions or her fear win out and pave the way for the rest of her life.