" very many fish" she smacked a fish roughly and grabbed it in her mouth " I have to bring something for the clan, or they will get suspicious" she giggled happily

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Misti-Tails / Mistic

Misti-Tails turned a small corner, listening to the kit’s mews, and nearing the ever-flowing river she had grown accustomed to.

As she walked, she hummed a familiar, eerie song- “ The Witch’s Lament ,” she remembers her elders calling it. Although the other cats of her age, and sometimes the younger ones, were wary of her ever since she washed up on the riverbank, the elders seemed to not mind her, nor her unusual appearance, and the changes that came along with it.

Neither did they mind the few memories she had left- she was left starved out in the woods. Healers said she would have died from a mixture of many things, starvation, dehydration, blunt force trauma even- her head hit a rock, causing her to stumble down the side of the cliff she walked along, and into the river below, she was washed up with nothing more then her matted fur, and sickly appearance.

After being so kindly helped by the pride, then raised to the age she is now, and the ages she once was, Misti-tails grew use to the elders kind words and praises, even more so as they shard the things they have seen and heard over time.

The witch’s lament was one of the first things she heard from the elderly, when she was around 14 moons, they sung the song to her day and night as she healed, and then as she grew, and even more as she trained.

Now, though, she finds herself singing the song at times where she needs it- when the silence overwhelms her, the stares of the pride.

“ La-Laaa-Laa- ,” her voice carried throughout the valley, and echoed along the river’s waters, as her paws entered the river. She continued to hum the song as she moved through the clan, then as she entered the healer’s area.

The healer greeted her, showing her to her position as they both readied themselves for the new visitor they had.

Mistic nodded, getting to work even as the moon replaced the sun’s place, and as her eyes felt heavy- so heavy she found herself sometimes dozing off, only awakened as the surge of visitors hurried through.

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Misti-Tail / Mistic

- Sun Down Appearance -

Rustling around the area provided to both her and MantisGrove, Mistic pays no mind to the ruckus of noise and mess she makes- the soft jingle of her bell every second being enough to drive anyone mad.

Her usual dirty appearance is now cleanly, to what she sees as cleanly, anyways, healing was one of the rare occurrences where she would take the time to clean or maintain her appearance.

Continuing to hum the song from earlier, the pacing more quickened, Misti-Tails closely watches Matis, mewing at the movements he made, a soft purr in the back of her mouth as she pawed at the dirt below her feet, dirtying her once clean appearance.

Of course, she would wash away all the filth once commanded to, ( she was sure Mantis lost a brain cell whenever she messed up their appearance with her dirty paws or fur ), but, now, she simply stared, starry-eyed at the events occurring in front of her, listening to the soft sounds as wind brushed against her fur, carrying away dirt and debris she hadn’t bothered to even try to clean, nor groom out of herself.

The things Mantis could do quite interested her- it was one of the many of the few things she could admire, she was sure the healer was slowly creeping her way into Mistic’s life, and she simply let it happen- settling into her job and position as apprentice-healer as the moons passed.

She had grown use to the idea… of never venturing home, any further then the clan, nor to stray away from Mantis or any of the familiar cats she had grown use to. She had found a comfort in it. She was to never leave, never. Not if asked to- not even if forced to.

Mistic sighed, realizing her thoughts had once again ventured elsewhere, returning to the situation at large, looking to Mantis to see if they were in need of help, although she knew Mantis would signal if they ever did, she continued to intently watch the healer do his work in front of her.

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(Before I reply, where are the two of them currently, and what are they doing? Sorry if this is a stupid question, I'm really bad at figuring out context clues.)

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At the moment Shellstar and Thunder are secretly out of clan territory, close to beachclan .... Beach and any other characters are just around. I am making a mistclan character at the moment.

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(( Honestly, that’s a mistake on my end, sorry! They’re at the healing area, wherever it is, lol, and are currently working on an injured cat. Also- unrelated, but would it be fine with you if I could make the sibling character for Mantis? ))

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(Mhm! That's totally cool, you can make a sibling for Mantis. So, basically, the medicine cat's den, I'd presume?)

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(( Yep, you’re right! Gonna start working on the character, then. :D ))

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(( Also- sorry for the late reply, had to do something. ))

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Mantisgrove
Mantis would be placing the last layer of cobwebs around her injured patient’s ankle, a quiet grunt coming from her. “There. You should be all set now, Dovefeather (NPC). I would have made you stay in here for a couple of days, but your wounds will probably heal quickly as they are quite shallow.” Mantisgrove told her. “However, try not to put too much pressure on your lower leg, okay? I’ll check in with you tomorrow.” He said, Dovefeather giving him a curt nod in response.

After a few moments, Dovefeather got herself up and slowly limped out of the medicine cats den. Mantisgrove couldn’t help but heave a large sigh, plopping herself onto the floor. “This day has been so exhausting.” She murmured.

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Misti-Tails - Mistic | Healer’s Den |

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Misti-Tails watched as Dove-feather limped out of the den, listening as the velvet of the makeshift-door slid closed behind her, Misti’s tail swaying slowly as her paws played with the ground below.

She glanced to the side of her grey fur, past the matted base she would later have to comb trough and groom, and towards MantisGrove, a small smile upon her face- a grin-like one. Her small teeth escaped from her fuzzy fur, two small tips shown a she spoke, the rest hidden by the mess if her fur.

Looking at the healer with her hazel-grey eyes, she began to speak to the cat, her head stoutly bobbing along as she spoke, her words coming out of her mouth like a whisper- she always spoke as if she had an important secret, only to be heard by whomever she was speaking to.

“ I agree- haven’t had time to even think to myself. ,” Mistic spoke with a hint of sarcasm, shaking her head, as to get rid of any dust brought over by the day’s wind, and letting a small purr out, stretching her limps.

Looking to Mantis, she gave them a Cheshire-grin, the bell hanging from the tip of her neck jingling. “ Y’know- if you needed help, you really should have said so. ,” her voice changed, as if almost pouty- Mistic was one of the few cats upon the pride that would be upset upon not given work to do.

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Mantisgrove
Mantisgrove glanced up at Misti-tail, an amused expression on their face. “Hm.. well, I suppose you can come with me to go look for herbs. I’m a little too lazy to grow some.” She said to Misti with a purr, slowly rolling onto her back.

Mantis’ jaws gaped wide open as a loud yawn escaped from them. “Perhaps after my afternoon nap, though.”

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Misti-Tails - Mistic | Healer’s Den |

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{ apologies for the late reply, I had to help prepare dinner! }

Mistic’s tail begins to wag upon hearing Mantis’s words, containing herself as to not let the mew she was holding back, instead pawing at the floor. “ Ah- “ her words are cut off as Mantis continues with their speaking, making Mistic let out a disappointed sigh- rolling her eyes to the cat’s words, waving him off.

“ Guess I should let you get your beauty sleep in, then. ,” her eyes throw daggers at Mantis, although her tone sounds much more kiddish and friendly, then she would have wanted it to.

Ignoring her tone of voice, Mistic raises her head to the healer ahead of her as a form of goodbye, her tail swinging behind her as she let’s the cat get some rest, venturing beyond the healers den she quickly left behind, acting quick on her feet as she dodged the sharp rocks along the valley’s floors.

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Mantisgrove
Mantisgrove let out a sleepy mrrow of laughter, placing their head onto the soft dirt. “Mmmm.. Dreamland, here I come.” She murmured, yawning once more. Wrapping herself into a tight, not-so-circular shape, Mantis passed out almost at once. Must’ve been quite exhausted.

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Mistic | Misti-Tails | Mistclan

Misti-Tails sing-song humming echoed throughout the valley, carrying over to the rest of the clan, moving out towards the rest of the world- stopping as the valley ended.

Her appearance had once again changed- now, she was in the form of a grey she-cat, the tips of her fur the color of fresh sheets of snow. Her paws glided through the river’s water, carrying the dirt and filth off of her as she swam through the clear waters, purring as she felt the warmth it carried from the morning’s time.

The more she swam, the more cleanly she’s appeared, and by the time she reached the other side, Mistic’s fur had matted to her skin- she looked like a petrified kit, just crawling out of the river as she had done all those moons ago.

She huffed, shaking her body, before undoing all the waters work- dirtying herself once more, looking the same cat she had been earlier, by sunrise. In the morning, her appearance changed once more- using the wind, she kept the items and herbs she brought back with her elevated high in the air.

The cats of the clan parted ways for her as she once again entered the pride, carrying plentiful of things with her. Mistic didn’t bother to say anything, continuing her usual rounding by visiting the elders, wishing the kits a good day, and bringing her findings back to the healer’s den, then having a good mornings sleep.

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