NAME: Mistypaw

RANK: Apprentice

AFFILIATION: RavenClan

IMMEDIATE KIN:
Ashenstar (mother)
Raggedstar (father)
Alpinepaw (brother)
Darkpaw (brother)

BASIC APPEARANCE: Reddish-brown tabby tom with amber eyes.

DETAILED APPEARANCE: Fluffy reddish-brown tabby tom with white muzzle, paws, belly, and chest. He has sharp amber eyes that rarely miss anything around him.

PERSONALITY & DESCRIPTION: There isn't much that the tabby tom misses, his amber eyes holding a great deal of intelligence that he has gained with flying colors. Excelling in training, he rarely gives anything a second thought as he breezes through his life with an unusual amount of confidence. Maybe it's because his mother is the leader of RavenClan, maybe he's just that good. Mistypaw never gives much thought to his absentee father, figuring that the tom must not have been of much note if he wasn't in the life of his kits. His white chest fur is usually groomed carefully and his white paws settling carefully under his tail as he sits poised near his siblings watching with amusement in his gaze as his brother’s argue about something trivial. And maybe he's a bit too proud of himself at times, watching everyone try and fail at things as he quietly outshines them all with nothing more than a simple smirk and a gleam in his eyes that says: "Is that the best you've got?". But ultimately will all his cunningness and talent eventually fail him? Mistypaw doesn't seem to think so, but woe the day it does because he's not sure what he would do should he fail to shine in the eyes of his brothers and his mother. As intelligent as this tom seems, there are still gaps in his knowledge and don’t be surprised to see him cover up a look of confusion with a sly smile and him noting that “Of course he knew that don’t be silly.” Adoring his mother to the highest he strives to make her proud, but even he can’t help a bit of mischief now and then with his brothers, even though he’ll always claim that his brothers started it and he’s innocent. When he isn’t training and when he isn’t by his brother’s sides he is off in the moorlands, thick pelt catching pieces of heather as he races onwards, a smile wide on his face, losing himself in the feel of the wind in his face and the dirt under his paws. And when he feels a little witty and daring, he will even scale the trees on the edge of AspenClan because knowing how to climb a tree definitely couldn’t hurt anything right?