Mistblaze

PERSONALITY,

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He is a very proud tom, but he always puts others before him. He is very social and is quite smart. He often believes everything others say. He is obnoxiously playful but very nice. He is very impulsive thereby often not thinking before he acts. But he is also very reliable. He also loves to explore and adventure away from camp. Others may see him as a tom who is just enjoying life or an idiot.

HISTORY,

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• Almost died
  
• Mother got killed by attacking buzzard
• Father died
• Echostar trained him
• Became warrior
• Mentor to Dreampaw
  
• Echostar stepped down
• Dreampaw became medicine cat
• Found out about Dawnsong
• Became mates with Whiteflower
• Echoripple died
  
• Became father
• Whiteflower died
• adopted kits
  
• Brought Dawnsong to DuskClan
• Fell ill with the plague
• Survived the plague
• Moved to new territory
  

Full Description

To describe Mistblaze's life as easy would be an insult. Every day the tom faced pain, endured hardships, and would never find his peace. But despite all this, he remained happy-go-lucky. It was something many cats could learn from, and still can.

Snowbird and Sootflame were as close as two cats could be. Even from early apprenticeship cats speculated their love to be unending, without trouble. This wasn't true, of course. Nothing is perfect, but they came damned close to it. Even when they became warriors, they faced a common enemy that almost left their relationship in shambles. It was a beautiful ginger tabby she-cat named Heatwhisker. To keep it simple, Heatwhisker was a jealous, snide, and overbearing thot, for lack of better words. All she ever wished for was to have kits of her own, rather than do her duties. Despite this, she was very well respected within the clan. She was skilled, social, and not hard on the eyes at all.

But to top this all off, Heatwhisker was deeply in love with Sootflame. Something about his timid and gentle nature struck a chord within her icy-cold heart. Were it not for Snowbird, Mistblaze would probably not have been the white and grey tom we know today. But.. in the end, Snowbird and Sootflame were perfect for each other. Maybe it was Snowbird's kindness and patience, paired with her boisterous energy that would drive Sootflame to improve himself. Or maybe Sootflame's gentle words, the way he could calm her down like no other cat ever could. No cat knew, but they did know that they were going to be in love forever when her first and only kit was born, a young tom named Mistkit.

Mistkit was.. to put it simply, loud, energetic, and personality-wise an exact copy of his loving mother. He was everything the cats had feared in a kit. He'd never sit still, and constantly got in trouble. But despite this.. he was Snowbird's treasure. He was all she could ever think of. Her motherly instinct to protect and love her son might have been both an attribute and a curse to what was to come. But in the end.. Snowbird wouldn't have wanted her death to be any other way.

It was a late newleaf afternoon. The sun shone brightly on the densely packed camp, and as always, Mistkit was on his paws. Sootflame and Snowbird sat together in camp, calmly chatting with each other as they lovingly cuddled. Mistkit was bored by the lack of attention, his brain was bouncing in his head like a windows screensaver. All of the sudden, the young kit had an idea. He'd heard the apprentices talk about a small escape tunnel in the camp wall, and that it was too small for them, but a kit could probably sneak through. It was of course up to Mistkit to test this theory. After all, he was critically stupid very smart, so he'd know what to do outside!

And before he knew it, he made it to the great outdoors with just a little scraping of his thick pelt. Mesmerized by the beauty of the forest, he padded along the path, careful to avoid any patrols or stray cats that'd take him back home and end his journey prematurely. This would of course, not deem a very good idea, seeing as he was a small kit and the creatures outside.. were very much not.

Snowbird's motherly sense went off as she realized the ball of fluff she had created was nowhere to be seen in camp. Her panic grew bigger as his scent left the outskirts and into the wide open territory that surrounded their safe home. Though Sootflame called desperately for her to calm down, Snowbird's panic grew like it never had before. Without waiting for any cat to stop her, she spurted after his trail. It was only after she heard the chilling caw of a buzzard that she knew what her senses were telling her. This was a matter of life or death.

Before the foul creature could even swoop down to touch the absent-minded kitten, Snowbird had flung herself at it, her teeth bared and her claws sharpened. The battle was not an easy one, both endured heavy wounding that'd leave a scar.. or worse. For Snowbird, it was the latter. As her battle came out victorious, she watched the bird take off in fear. Her legs buckled down under her, and the last things she would see was her beloved son running towards her, his eyes wide with happiness. Snowbird felt nothing but love as she slowly closed her eyes, drifting off to a sleep she would never emerge from.

Mistkit would only later find out that his mother had in fact died. At the time, he was unaware, just convinced that she went for a quick nap after such a harsh fight. He grieved, but did not blame himself, as his tiny kit mind could barely comprehend the reality of the situation. Sootflame however, did. Instead of grieving normally, he became oddly attached to Mistkit, like no normal cat should. He took Snowbird's place in the nursery, and followed him every where he could. Even when Mistkit was apprenticed, the tom shouldered him every paw pad of the way, much to Mistpaw's dismay, because there was another problem risen by this time.

You see, Heatwhisker was appointed Mistpaw's mentor. I don't know whose stupid idea that was, but it gave Heatwhisker a one way ticket to being Sootflame's mate. After all, who doesn't fall in love over the fact they are in some way known by Mistpaw? It was perfect! Though Sootflame did not like Heatwhisker in the same way, she quickly fell pregnant to his kits, and his training was put on hold, much to his dismay.

One day at Mistpaw's training, Sootflame wished to keep following the apprentice as he went onto rocky terrain. Mistpaw could only stand and watch as his father slipped and bashed his head onto the rock, slowly bleeding to death. Heatwhisker's heart broke as Mistpaw grieved, what was she to do without her love?

Heatwhisker's love was not meant to be, as she slowly and painfully died during her kitting, alongside her unnamed kit. Now there was no cat left for Mistpaw to fall back onto. He was all alone.

But there was hope. Echostar, StreamClan's wise and old leader, oddly took to Mistpaw. Echostar took him as her apprentice, which only strengthened their bond. Mistpaw could with a very honest heart say that Echostar was like the mother he had lost so many moons ago, even going as far as to calling her "Mom" when speaking with other cats. They were almost inseperable.

It was also soon after that Mistpaw met his best friend, Ripplepaw. The two bonded almost immediately. Ripplepaw was shy and timid, which complimented Mistpaw's boundless energy very well. Together, they were unstoppable. Along the way he also became friends with Skypaw and Dawnpaw. Dawnpaw being the more important cat of the latter. Mistpaw soon developed a crush on the sweet apprentice, although what her true nature was, he never knew. He didn't care much, though. Dawnpaw was soft and pretty.

Skypaw and Ripplepaw were also almost inseperable. Though their bond slightly shook when Mistpaw and Skypaw both became warriors as they were the oldest of the group, Mistblaze and Skyreed respectively. Skyreed often spared glances to Mistblaze, but he ignored her advances, his heart fully set on Dawnpaw, who was soon to be named warrior as well. Everyone was close, and all was perfect. Ripplepaw became Rippleheart soon after, and Dawnpaw became Dawnsong.

It got even better when Mistblaze discovered a small, light brown tabby kitten at the edge of StreamClan's territory. This she-cat was soon to be named Dreampaw, and was appointed to be his apprentice. Dreampaw adored Mistblaze like he was her father, and Mistblaze treated her as if she were her kitten just the same. Around this time, Reedwhisker, StreamClan's deputy, had passed away. And as the leader searched for her new deputy, many cats whispered his name in anticipation. He felt pride, he felt good in his skin. The clan trusted and encouraged him and his apprentice was apprehensively doing well! Though he wasn't appointed deputy, it never broke his stride. The fact his clanmates believed in him was enough. All was good, all was well.

That was until Echostar stepped down from leadership, of course.

Mistblaze barely knew such a thing was possible. Echostar had been StreamClan's leader all his life, and he never imagined any other cat at the lead. He was upset, heartbroken. Echostar was a strong cat, but her muzzle greyed, and her whiskers grew crooked. There was no more young and spry warrior left in her. She retreated to the position of senior warrior, not yet ready to give up all of her duties, yet also not ready to lead her clan in prosperity as she had before. Mistblaze was crushed, he didn't know Leafdream as closely, and although he did not doubt her competence, he was not sure about the situation either.

Another cat he was not close with was the medicine cat, Logshadow. A cat who he could have seen as a friend, were it not for Logshadow's irrelevant fears and snappiness. Logshadow often accused Dawnsong of breaking the code, despite doing it himself with Darkfrost, one of the clan's respectable warriors. Though Mistblaze did not care much for Logshadow's affairs, he was furious that the rude medicine cat accused his crush in such a way. His distrust worsened as Dreampaw admitted that she'd rather be a medicine cat. Though he thoroughly supported her through this decision, the fights with the medicine cat did not lessen.

During his time of hardship, Mistblaze met a very beautiful she-cat named Whiteflower, who came from LightningClan. She was a cat every tom would dream of. Glazing pelt, sparkling green eyes, and an odd sense of humour. Mistblaze never saw  her loving glances at him, too fixated on the beautiful she-cat in his own clan, though she never saw him.

One fateful night, he decided to tell Dawnsong of his feelings. Instead of her happily accepting his love however, she burst into tears and ran away. Though he was surprised and heartbroken, Dawnsong was his friend, and he followed her to comfort her. It was there he found out that Dawnsong already had a mate. A DuskClan tom named Maskheart. To say Mistblaze was mad would be an understatement. He was enraged, and even that didn't match his emotion. His heart was broken, and he might have shared a word too many about his hatred for DuskClan. It was then that Whiteflower appeared at the Island, heartbroken with him. He did not know that Whiteflower loved him, and she was planning to tell him her love that day. Confused, and honestly frightened, Mistblaze yelled more at Dawnsong, before speaking to Whiteflower. This is a very long and emotional thread put short, but at the end, Whiteflower and Mistblaze became mates.

Echoripple and Mistblaze were still close, even after she stepped down. Echoripple knew of Mistblaze's mate, and she oddly supported him through his lovelife. He never understood why, but he appreciated it nonetheless. However, good things could not stay for Mistblaze, as one fateful day, Leafstar organized a patrol to deal with the badgers in the area. Mistblaze, Berryspots, Echoripple, Leafstar, and Creekpaw all joined in the patrol. The fight was heated, but it had also cost Echoripple's life, and one of Leafstar's. In Mistblaze's rage, he attacked a badger alone, who proceeded to give him the scar on his cheek that he still has today.

As if Mistblaze's life could not get any worse, Whiteflower had fallen pregnant. Though at first he was overjoyed, his excitement soon turned to raw fear as he watched his friend and mate slowly bleed out, dying from her childbirth. Unlike Heatwhisker, her four kits were fine. They were lovingly named Blizzardkit, Windkit, Rainkit, and Hailkit. However, Mistblaze could never become the father he wished to be, as Whiteflower's former apprentice, Furzestorm, chased him out of the LightningClan camp in a blind rage, vowing to protect his new 'kin' with bared teeth and sharpened claws.

Mistblaze felt oddly alone at camp. His friends were there, his clanmates worked every day, but something would just never feel the same. Even his smiles to his friend group felt empty, which worsened even more when Skyreed had disappeared. Skyreed was Leafstar's deputy, but no cat expected her to leave so suddenly, especially as she left her mate, Rippleheart, behind. Mistblaze would never be able to get his anguished cries out of his mind. What could one do to cheer up their best friend?

Mistblaze had gotten himself in another fit of trouble, too. Remember how Logshadow and Darkfrost were mates? Well, Darkfrost had eventually fallen pregnant. And instead of admitting her mistake, well.. "Mistblaze is the father." she roped him in nice and tight. Fueled by his respect of this older warrior, he went along with the lie. Logshadow was furious, even after being told the truth. It seemed like Mistblaze could just never catch a break.

This was until Rippleheart and him came to an idea. Together, they went out looking for Skyreed. Alow and behold, they found her just outside of the territory. And would you know it, she had Rippleheart and her's kits! Skyreed had told Mistblaze to be the godfather of Flakekit, Greykit, Ripplekit, and Reedkit. When they returned home, Mistblaze finally felt he had kin again.

Fueled by the love for his clan, he told Leafstar about Dawnsong's code-breaking, purposefully leaving out his own. Just on time, as Dawnsong had just become pregnant with Maskheart's kits. Leafstar ordered Dawnsong to be confined within camp and to not leave for several moons, and Mistblaze could almost hear his own heart shatter as his former crush burst into tears. Some spark inside of him told him he still, and forever would, love her. But it just wasn't meant to be.

Darkfrost gave birth to four healthy kits, Branchkit, Bluekit, Burrkit, and Bumblekit. Mistblaze was a wonderful father to them, even if he were not their real one. He loved them as if they were his own kits, and though they didn't know the reality, they loved him right back.

However, the sound of kits Always brought him back to glance at Dawnsong. He couldn't stand her sadness anymore, it even brought a happy tom like him down to the dumps. He went against his heart, and sneaked her out of camp, bringing her to the DuskClan border. It was the last time that he would see her, as the deputy, Fawnstone, took her to their camp and hopefully taking her into their clan. Dawnsong was now a DuskClan queen, far away from home, and far away from him. Everyday he would long for her, but everyday he'd have to remind himself-

it wasn't meant to be.

Mistblaze went on with his life, he raised his adoptive kits to apprentices, and even warriors, although quite rushed. Though he lost Darkfrost along the way, he pushed on with a happy smile and a proud heart. Even after Leafstar stepped down and made Skystar the new leader, he was unfazed. After all, what was StreamClan without a little sunshine through the rain? Despite this.. Mistblaze didn't feel as good as he should. He had difficulty breathing, often coughed when he worked too hard. Cats tended to mistake the tom for an elder, seeing how he spluttered. Some cats seemed to pick up on his coughs, but he only could watch in horror as those cats' coughing worsened, blood splattering the crowd and eventually dying.

Compared to them, his little cough was nothing. StreamClan had to be evacuated, because alow and behold, there was a plague. Mistblaze often recalled he had their symptoms. The coughing, the high fever, the breathing troubles. But miraculousy, he survived, although he knows, deep inside, that it wasn't just luck that saved his life and took the others'. Deep in his brain, he knew that he was the match to the flame.

StreamClan was one of the first clans to agree to escape the clan territories. The clan was in ruin, barely functioning as the most important cats fell ill. Leafdream perished, and even Branchfrost did not seem to look so well anymore. He was hurt when he had to leave his adoptive kits behind. He told them where they were going, and forced the coughing she-cats to promise him to come seek him out if they ever got better- even if he wasn't sure they ever would.

It was on the journey to their new territory that Mistblaze found out Windpaw, his daughter, had died. Though this story filled him with grief, he pushed on. His kits never knew him, after all, so why should they have cared that he was never there for them? Furzestorm was more grief-stricken than him, even naming their new clan Windclan, in loving memory of her. And that's all Mistblaze would know of his kits, the loving memory of their life.

And as he settled into the new territories.. well..
A loving memory was just okay.

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