Post by Mintcloud on Jun 27, 2017 19:22:15 GMT -5
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MINTCLOUD
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[PTab=Tab2]APPEARANCE - Poppy
PERSONALITY - Mintcloud is a grumpy, bitter she-cat. She's had a rough life and it shows, from her graying muzzle and her weary bones. As a younger feline, she was full of ambition and at least part of the time expressed happiness and joy, but as she experienced loss and disappointment after the next, she's become closed off and rather cold towards other cats. She's not a motherly she-cat, despite having kits of her own, and one of her chief regrets is that she wasn't a better mother to her kits - though she would never admit it. Mintcloud is very prideful, and quite confident in her abilities, but as far as being a mother, she has certainly failed in that aspect. She's not close to many cats these days, having lost all of her close family and having failed to connect with her kits, and she isn't very open towards new friendships as she has a hard time trusting others. However, despite her cold and sometimes mean attitude, Mintcloud is a loyal warrior of her Clan, and highly protective of those she loves, including her kits. She is proud of her son and daughter, though it's tainted with regret and bitter resentment. She's not very talkative, so most cats will find they must fill the silence if they wish to be in her company. She's determined, hard-working, and when she's set her mind to something, it's very hard to convince her otherwise.
FAMILY -
Patchpelt :: (mother; deceased)
Boulderclaw :: (father; deceased)
Swiftfur :: (brother; deceased)
Minnowheart :: (sister; deceased)
Dewstar :: (son)
Brooksong :: (daughter)
Rainkit :: (daughter; deceased)
HISTORY -
Kithood | 0-6 Moons
Patchpelt and Boulderclaw were never truly in love. The fact of the matter was, Patchpelt was getting old, and she wanted to have a family before the moons got the best of her. Boulderclaw had been a good friend, but nothing more, but had agreed to help Patchpelt get what she wanted. That's how Mintkit, Swiftkit, and Minnowkit came to be. Mintkit was the largest of the three, with Minnowkit being half her size, and Swiftkit somewhere in the middle.
They were very close, her and her siblings, but Mintkit was very obviously the grumpiest of the three. She had mood swings like the changing of seasons, and could one day be laughing and bouncing around, only for the next day to find her sitting in the back of the nursery, bristling at any kit who came too close. The only cats who could make her smile when she was in these moods were her siblings, and she loved them very dearly. They did everything together: playing, sneaking out, getting in trouble, sleeping, eating. The moons until they became apprentices passed by in a blur.
Apprenticeship | 6-12 Moons
Being named an apprentice was perhaps one of the most exciting days of her life. Mintpaw could remember the Clan chanting her name, and the smile on her mother's face. It was only a few moons later that Boulderclaw would die in a border skirmish with ThunderClan - once again fighting over that cursed piece of land on the other side of the stream. Mintpaw sat vigil with her mother and siblings, her nose pressed firmly into his brown fur.
She threw herself into her training after that, moving through training sessions like a forest fire in the dry season. Mintpaw was a hearty apprentice, determined and disciplined and better yet, her mentor, an old crone named Daisyfang, was equally as vicious. They would spar as if they were truly in a fight, only with their claws sheathed. Even still, Mintpaw would lay down that night with her body aching after a hard day's work, and Minnowpaw and Swiftpaw would clean her ears and they would share stories of their day. They were close - closer than any siblings, Mintpaw would say, in all of WindClan. They were all each other had.
Of course, Mintpaw was also very competitive. She would often find that Daisyfang liked to pit her against other apprentices - one in particular being a young she-cat named Thistlepaw, who seemed to be struggling with her training a bit more than Mintpaw was. Daisyfang explained that she thought it might help Thistlepaw, but Mintpaw often wondered if her mentor had a cruel streak, and simply liked to humiliate others. For this reason, Mintpaw would do her best to let Thistlepaw win - moving slower, making clumsy mistakes, but even then the fight was nearly matched. Finally, when she felt she simply couldn't pretend to be a bad fighter one more session, Mintpaw pulled Thistlepaw aside, and invited her to go hunting with her and her siblings. They became fast friends, Mintpaw using spare time to help Thistlepaw learn certain battle moves she was struggling with, and the rest of her time playing with her new friend and siblings, or hunting.
Life was perfect - and then she met him.
Warriorship | 12-120 Moons
It was only a moon after she received her warrior name. She was Mintcloud, and her siblings were Minnowheart and Swiftfur. And of course, Thistlepaw had also received her warrior name - Thistlestep. Mintcloud was so excited to finally be a warrior, so full of ambition, that she couldn't sleep. So she snuck out of camp - and took a walk along the forest's edge down towards the lake. It was a starry, bright night, and the sound of the water lapping at the shore was a beautiful thing.
That was when she smelled him. Stranger. Intruder. She was fully prepared to kill him for trespassing, of course, but when she'd lunged over the hill, the moonlight had showered the silver tom so that he seemed to glow - as if he were from StarClan itself. Mintcloud could only blink in amazement as he moved closer to her, pale eyes shining in the night.
She met him for many nights afterwards, and it was only when Swiftfur began to ask questions that she decided she was being silly - that she was breaking the code. She found herself sitting in their usual meeting spot, nervous and frightened. Emotions that she'd never truly felt before, but now, her stomach was twisted as if she were going to be sick. But he never showed. She traipsed back to camp that morning, broken hearted and feeling more sick than ever.
A few days later, Webwhisker informed her that she wasn't sick - she was pregnant.
Kits had never been a part of her plan - she wanted to be deputy, to lead her Clan. She didn't want to watch someone else obtain her dreams, but she had a responsibility to her kits. She went along with her duties as long as Webwhisker would allow it, before she finally took a place in the Nursery. Thistlestep and Minnowheart were, of course, shocked - they wanted to know who the father was, but there was simply no way Mintcloud could tell them. No, she would take that secret to her grave. Her kits came, three healthy, beautiful kits, but Mintcloud could hardly look at them - only one resembled her, the she-cat Rainkit, and even she had gray patches instead of black. The other she-cat looked almost identical to Boulderclaw, and the final kit, her only tom....Dewkit, Dewkit looked exactly like him. She could hardly bare to look at him, otherwise a fresh wave of heartbreak swept over her. None of this had ever been in her plans, but here she was, a mateless mother with three kits who she felt only pain for. She couldn't - wouldn't - love them the way a true mother would. Not even the way her own mother, nearly blind and confined to the Elder's den, had loved her.
She cared for them, however, as it was her responsibility. Her mistake. She was not cruel to them, but she didn't nurture them, wasn't sure she even had a maternal bone in her body. It wasn't barely a moon until they would be out from under her paws that the whitecough hit the camp. She heard Rainkit's tiny coughs and snapped awake, quickly carrying her sick kit to Webwhisker, begging him to fix her. It was one of the rare times that Mintcloud felt love for her kits, a fierce and vicious protectiveness. She was rewarded with only more pain, and loss. Mintcloud wanted to scream and hurt someone, to refuse to let anyone take her tiny, cold body away. Instead, she sat by as other cats - Minnowheart, Thistlestep, and Swiftfur the most - mourned her death. Instead, Mintcloud returned to her living kits, and quietly told them the news. The emotion that lacked in her voice was choking her, but she didn't show it. She locked it away - and when Dewkit also began to cough, she calmly carried him to Webwhisker, sitting near the entrance and awaiting the loss of another kit.
Only, Dewkit survived, and she felt it was only cruel that the kit who looked like him survived, but the kit who looked like her had died. Mintcloud returned to the nursery, and cared for her remaining kits as best she could.
When they became apprentices, she felt only relief with a twinge of pride. She returned immediately to her warrior duties, and left her kits to their new lives. It wasn't long before it became a sore topic - Minnowheart had been trying to have kits for moons now, with her mate - a burly, handsome tom named Ratfang - but for whatever reason, no kits had come. Minnowheart thought Mintcloud was cold and unfair to her kits, and Mintcloud thought Minnowheart should mind her own business. The only time the two of them didn't argue was when Swiftfur or Thistlestep were with them.
Mintcloud is out with her apprentice, Newtpaw, and Minnowheart when they run into a badger. Mintcloud sends Newtpaw back to camp, and she and Minnowheart attempt to drive the badger off their territory. Only - it doesn't work out quite like that. Mintcloud receives a large gash across her left flank, but they manage to scare the badger off just as Newtpaw returns with a small war party of warriors. Mintcloud can still remember making a joke, or saying something, before hearing a solid thump beside her. Looking down at her sister's black pelt, a heap of fur on the ground. They rush her back to Webwhisker, who works all night to care for her and her various wounds. There's a single claw puncture in her side, right between her ribs. Mintcloud refused to let anyone help her until Minnowheart was safe, but that time never came. She and Swiftfur sat by her side as she drew her last breath, and Mintcloud felt as if someone were rolling her in snow - she felt cold, and numb. She sat vigil with her head held high, barely looking at her sister's body.
The moons passed relatively peaceful after Minnowheart's death. Her kits became warriors. New kits were born. Her mother passed away peacefully in her sleep, so old that Mintcloud wasn't sure she was even aware she was still alive. Everything had returned to normal - that is, until Dustjaw retired. Mintcloud had been working hard and long to prove herself worthy of the position, and she'd been so sure that she would be named his successor. She could practically hear Meadowstar calling her name. So as she watched the leader open her mouth and announce Thistlestep as the new deputy, Mintcloud thought she might have misheard her for a moment. Shock. Outrage. Pure, fiery anger and a hard, cold sense of betrayal. Her gaze met her friend's, who's smile faltered in the heat of Mintcloud's rage. But the black and white warrior said nothing, simply turning to slip into the warrior's den, disappointed and angry.
It's not right to feel happy that your Clan is suffering, but when Thistlestep became Thistlestar and began to show how incompetent she was, Mintcloud could only feel a dark sense of glee - happy that the traitor was finally showing her true colors. It wouldn't be long before the whole Clan could see how unfitting the she-cat was to lead, but Mintcloud had long since given up on her dreams and ambitions. She was bitter, and spiteful, and even Swiftfur didn't seem to recognize her any longer. Still, it was only insult to injury when her own son became deputy. As if some cruel joke straight from StarClan. Mintcloud tried to be happy for him, but she could barely call his name and not think of him. Dewstone looked so much like his father that at times, Mintcloud thought the tom and simply traipsed right into camp - but that couldn't be, because she was getting old, and he wouldn't possibly look like the silver devil she'd met that moonlit night, and many more following it.
The rest of her life seemed to pass by in a blur. Many moons of serving her Clan, of taking orders from a wretched she-cat who had once been her friend. When Thistlestar lost her last life, Mintcloud grieved alone, and when Swiftfur passed away when they were both nearing the time that most cats moved on to the Elder's den, Mintcloud felt the rest of her heart shatter into tiny pieces. She remained a warrior as long as her aching bones allowed her to hunt, but shortly after Swiftfur's death, Mintcloud found she could no longer run without severe pain. Her body had failed her, and she in turn could no longer serve her Clan.
Elderhood | 120 - Present Moons
For the past thirty moons, she's watched her Clan grow. She's hissed at young apprentices and swatted ears, and told stories from her younger days when she wasn't in an entirely awful mood. She's welcomed new Elders, and said goodbye to old ones. Mintcloud finds that her company is mostly made up of the young (relative to her ancient age) she-cat named Crookedwing, who is unlike other cats in the Clan. Broken. Damaged. Useless, really. But Mintcloud - though she'd take the feeling to StarClan before ever sharing it - has grown a fondness for the talkative she-cat who often cares for her with a tenderness she hadn't experienced in a long time. The time seems peaceful, for now. But if Mintcloud knows anything, she knows that peace does not remain with the Clans for more than a season, and she can only hope that she dies in peace before another war breaks out.
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[PTab=Tab3]DO YOU BELIEVE IN STARCLAN? WHY OR WHY NOT?
The she-cat's ears are pinned to her head, green eyes narrowed in annoyance as she shifts in her nest. The movement is accompanied by a wince, as if the action causes her pain, but she brushes it off and lets out a gruff grunt. "What kind of question is that?" She used to - she used to believe in StarClan as if it were a lifeline. That they had given her some special path to follow. A destiny. Now? "I'll let you know when I join 'em." Mintcloud grunts, shaking her head as if to shake off an annoying fly.
FAVORITE HISTORICAL CAT? WHY?
Another gruff sigh, as if she's realized how much of her time is being wasted. Mintcloud shifts in her nest, still seemingly trying to get comfortable. "Good for nothing apprentices can't even make a comfortable nest." She complains, "I've never put much thought to it, to be honest. If I had to choose, it'd be Meadowstar. A good leader, that one. And one I actually met. Can't trust all the stories the elders tell these days. We're all half-insane."
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?
Green eyes sharpen, revealing a mind that isn't as weathered by age as it appears to be. "And why would you ask that? Do you think anyone would honestly tell you? That'd be foolish." Her expression softens, but it's nowhere near warm. "Next question." Once upon a time, her biggest fear had been failure. But these days, she thinks it might be loneliness.
IF YOUR BEST FRIEND/MOTHER/WHOEVER KNOWS YOU WELL COULD DESCRIBE YOU IN THREE INDIVIDUAL WORDS, WHAT WOULD THOSE BE? DO YOU AGREE OR DISAGREE?
A soft, sweet voice whispers in her mind. There was a time where she was the brave one. The tough love one. But she still had working ears, and she knew that most cats whispered cruel things about her. "Grumpy, mean, and downright unpleasant. And you better remember that, or I'll claw your ears off." Mintcloud snaps, shaking her head. "These are silly questions. Go bother someone else." With that, the she-cat turns in her nest, only her black-and-white back showing as she curls up, resting her chin on her paws.
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[PTab=Tab4]USERNAME/ALIAS - BUNNY
PRONOUNS - SHE/HER
TIMEZONE - CENTRAL
OTHER CHARACTERS - ASHPAW (WC)
ADOPTED FROM - Rabiddog
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PAST NAMES - Mintkit - Mintpaw
SEX - She-cat
AGE - 150 Moons
CLAN & RANK - WindClan Elder
BRIEF DESCRIPTION - A black and white she-cat with green eyes.
SEX - She-cat
AGE - 150 Moons
CLAN & RANK - WindClan Elder
BRIEF DESCRIPTION - A black and white she-cat with green eyes.
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[PTab=Tab2]APPEARANCE - Poppy
PERSONALITY - Mintcloud is a grumpy, bitter she-cat. She's had a rough life and it shows, from her graying muzzle and her weary bones. As a younger feline, she was full of ambition and at least part of the time expressed happiness and joy, but as she experienced loss and disappointment after the next, she's become closed off and rather cold towards other cats. She's not a motherly she-cat, despite having kits of her own, and one of her chief regrets is that she wasn't a better mother to her kits - though she would never admit it. Mintcloud is very prideful, and quite confident in her abilities, but as far as being a mother, she has certainly failed in that aspect. She's not close to many cats these days, having lost all of her close family and having failed to connect with her kits, and she isn't very open towards new friendships as she has a hard time trusting others. However, despite her cold and sometimes mean attitude, Mintcloud is a loyal warrior of her Clan, and highly protective of those she loves, including her kits. She is proud of her son and daughter, though it's tainted with regret and bitter resentment. She's not very talkative, so most cats will find they must fill the silence if they wish to be in her company. She's determined, hard-working, and when she's set her mind to something, it's very hard to convince her otherwise.
FAMILY -
Patchpelt :: (mother; deceased)
Boulderclaw :: (father; deceased)
Swiftfur :: (brother; deceased)
Minnowheart :: (sister; deceased)
Dewstar :: (son)
Brooksong :: (daughter)
Rainkit :: (daughter; deceased)
HISTORY -
Kithood | 0-6 Moons
Patchpelt and Boulderclaw were never truly in love. The fact of the matter was, Patchpelt was getting old, and she wanted to have a family before the moons got the best of her. Boulderclaw had been a good friend, but nothing more, but had agreed to help Patchpelt get what she wanted. That's how Mintkit, Swiftkit, and Minnowkit came to be. Mintkit was the largest of the three, with Minnowkit being half her size, and Swiftkit somewhere in the middle.
They were very close, her and her siblings, but Mintkit was very obviously the grumpiest of the three. She had mood swings like the changing of seasons, and could one day be laughing and bouncing around, only for the next day to find her sitting in the back of the nursery, bristling at any kit who came too close. The only cats who could make her smile when she was in these moods were her siblings, and she loved them very dearly. They did everything together: playing, sneaking out, getting in trouble, sleeping, eating. The moons until they became apprentices passed by in a blur.
Apprenticeship | 6-12 Moons
Being named an apprentice was perhaps one of the most exciting days of her life. Mintpaw could remember the Clan chanting her name, and the smile on her mother's face. It was only a few moons later that Boulderclaw would die in a border skirmish with ThunderClan - once again fighting over that cursed piece of land on the other side of the stream. Mintpaw sat vigil with her mother and siblings, her nose pressed firmly into his brown fur.
She threw herself into her training after that, moving through training sessions like a forest fire in the dry season. Mintpaw was a hearty apprentice, determined and disciplined and better yet, her mentor, an old crone named Daisyfang, was equally as vicious. They would spar as if they were truly in a fight, only with their claws sheathed. Even still, Mintpaw would lay down that night with her body aching after a hard day's work, and Minnowpaw and Swiftpaw would clean her ears and they would share stories of their day. They were close - closer than any siblings, Mintpaw would say, in all of WindClan. They were all each other had.
Of course, Mintpaw was also very competitive. She would often find that Daisyfang liked to pit her against other apprentices - one in particular being a young she-cat named Thistlepaw, who seemed to be struggling with her training a bit more than Mintpaw was. Daisyfang explained that she thought it might help Thistlepaw, but Mintpaw often wondered if her mentor had a cruel streak, and simply liked to humiliate others. For this reason, Mintpaw would do her best to let Thistlepaw win - moving slower, making clumsy mistakes, but even then the fight was nearly matched. Finally, when she felt she simply couldn't pretend to be a bad fighter one more session, Mintpaw pulled Thistlepaw aside, and invited her to go hunting with her and her siblings. They became fast friends, Mintpaw using spare time to help Thistlepaw learn certain battle moves she was struggling with, and the rest of her time playing with her new friend and siblings, or hunting.
Life was perfect - and then she met him.
Warriorship | 12-120 Moons
It was only a moon after she received her warrior name. She was Mintcloud, and her siblings were Minnowheart and Swiftfur. And of course, Thistlepaw had also received her warrior name - Thistlestep. Mintcloud was so excited to finally be a warrior, so full of ambition, that she couldn't sleep. So she snuck out of camp - and took a walk along the forest's edge down towards the lake. It was a starry, bright night, and the sound of the water lapping at the shore was a beautiful thing.
That was when she smelled him. Stranger. Intruder. She was fully prepared to kill him for trespassing, of course, but when she'd lunged over the hill, the moonlight had showered the silver tom so that he seemed to glow - as if he were from StarClan itself. Mintcloud could only blink in amazement as he moved closer to her, pale eyes shining in the night.
She met him for many nights afterwards, and it was only when Swiftfur began to ask questions that she decided she was being silly - that she was breaking the code. She found herself sitting in their usual meeting spot, nervous and frightened. Emotions that she'd never truly felt before, but now, her stomach was twisted as if she were going to be sick. But he never showed. She traipsed back to camp that morning, broken hearted and feeling more sick than ever.
A few days later, Webwhisker informed her that she wasn't sick - she was pregnant.
Kits had never been a part of her plan - she wanted to be deputy, to lead her Clan. She didn't want to watch someone else obtain her dreams, but she had a responsibility to her kits. She went along with her duties as long as Webwhisker would allow it, before she finally took a place in the Nursery. Thistlestep and Minnowheart were, of course, shocked - they wanted to know who the father was, but there was simply no way Mintcloud could tell them. No, she would take that secret to her grave. Her kits came, three healthy, beautiful kits, but Mintcloud could hardly look at them - only one resembled her, the she-cat Rainkit, and even she had gray patches instead of black. The other she-cat looked almost identical to Boulderclaw, and the final kit, her only tom....Dewkit, Dewkit looked exactly like him. She could hardly bare to look at him, otherwise a fresh wave of heartbreak swept over her. None of this had ever been in her plans, but here she was, a mateless mother with three kits who she felt only pain for. She couldn't - wouldn't - love them the way a true mother would. Not even the way her own mother, nearly blind and confined to the Elder's den, had loved her.
She cared for them, however, as it was her responsibility. Her mistake. She was not cruel to them, but she didn't nurture them, wasn't sure she even had a maternal bone in her body. It wasn't barely a moon until they would be out from under her paws that the whitecough hit the camp. She heard Rainkit's tiny coughs and snapped awake, quickly carrying her sick kit to Webwhisker, begging him to fix her. It was one of the rare times that Mintcloud felt love for her kits, a fierce and vicious protectiveness. She was rewarded with only more pain, and loss. Mintcloud wanted to scream and hurt someone, to refuse to let anyone take her tiny, cold body away. Instead, she sat by as other cats - Minnowheart, Thistlestep, and Swiftfur the most - mourned her death. Instead, Mintcloud returned to her living kits, and quietly told them the news. The emotion that lacked in her voice was choking her, but she didn't show it. She locked it away - and when Dewkit also began to cough, she calmly carried him to Webwhisker, sitting near the entrance and awaiting the loss of another kit.
Only, Dewkit survived, and she felt it was only cruel that the kit who looked like him survived, but the kit who looked like her had died. Mintcloud returned to the nursery, and cared for her remaining kits as best she could.
When they became apprentices, she felt only relief with a twinge of pride. She returned immediately to her warrior duties, and left her kits to their new lives. It wasn't long before it became a sore topic - Minnowheart had been trying to have kits for moons now, with her mate - a burly, handsome tom named Ratfang - but for whatever reason, no kits had come. Minnowheart thought Mintcloud was cold and unfair to her kits, and Mintcloud thought Minnowheart should mind her own business. The only time the two of them didn't argue was when Swiftfur or Thistlestep were with them.
Mintcloud is out with her apprentice, Newtpaw, and Minnowheart when they run into a badger. Mintcloud sends Newtpaw back to camp, and she and Minnowheart attempt to drive the badger off their territory. Only - it doesn't work out quite like that. Mintcloud receives a large gash across her left flank, but they manage to scare the badger off just as Newtpaw returns with a small war party of warriors. Mintcloud can still remember making a joke, or saying something, before hearing a solid thump beside her. Looking down at her sister's black pelt, a heap of fur on the ground. They rush her back to Webwhisker, who works all night to care for her and her various wounds. There's a single claw puncture in her side, right between her ribs. Mintcloud refused to let anyone help her until Minnowheart was safe, but that time never came. She and Swiftfur sat by her side as she drew her last breath, and Mintcloud felt as if someone were rolling her in snow - she felt cold, and numb. She sat vigil with her head held high, barely looking at her sister's body.
The moons passed relatively peaceful after Minnowheart's death. Her kits became warriors. New kits were born. Her mother passed away peacefully in her sleep, so old that Mintcloud wasn't sure she was even aware she was still alive. Everything had returned to normal - that is, until Dustjaw retired. Mintcloud had been working hard and long to prove herself worthy of the position, and she'd been so sure that she would be named his successor. She could practically hear Meadowstar calling her name. So as she watched the leader open her mouth and announce Thistlestep as the new deputy, Mintcloud thought she might have misheard her for a moment. Shock. Outrage. Pure, fiery anger and a hard, cold sense of betrayal. Her gaze met her friend's, who's smile faltered in the heat of Mintcloud's rage. But the black and white warrior said nothing, simply turning to slip into the warrior's den, disappointed and angry.
It's not right to feel happy that your Clan is suffering, but when Thistlestep became Thistlestar and began to show how incompetent she was, Mintcloud could only feel a dark sense of glee - happy that the traitor was finally showing her true colors. It wouldn't be long before the whole Clan could see how unfitting the she-cat was to lead, but Mintcloud had long since given up on her dreams and ambitions. She was bitter, and spiteful, and even Swiftfur didn't seem to recognize her any longer. Still, it was only insult to injury when her own son became deputy. As if some cruel joke straight from StarClan. Mintcloud tried to be happy for him, but she could barely call his name and not think of him. Dewstone looked so much like his father that at times, Mintcloud thought the tom and simply traipsed right into camp - but that couldn't be, because she was getting old, and he wouldn't possibly look like the silver devil she'd met that moonlit night, and many more following it.
The rest of her life seemed to pass by in a blur. Many moons of serving her Clan, of taking orders from a wretched she-cat who had once been her friend. When Thistlestar lost her last life, Mintcloud grieved alone, and when Swiftfur passed away when they were both nearing the time that most cats moved on to the Elder's den, Mintcloud felt the rest of her heart shatter into tiny pieces. She remained a warrior as long as her aching bones allowed her to hunt, but shortly after Swiftfur's death, Mintcloud found she could no longer run without severe pain. Her body had failed her, and she in turn could no longer serve her Clan.
Elderhood | 120 - Present Moons
For the past thirty moons, she's watched her Clan grow. She's hissed at young apprentices and swatted ears, and told stories from her younger days when she wasn't in an entirely awful mood. She's welcomed new Elders, and said goodbye to old ones. Mintcloud finds that her company is mostly made up of the young (relative to her ancient age) she-cat named Crookedwing, who is unlike other cats in the Clan. Broken. Damaged. Useless, really. But Mintcloud - though she'd take the feeling to StarClan before ever sharing it - has grown a fondness for the talkative she-cat who often cares for her with a tenderness she hadn't experienced in a long time. The time seems peaceful, for now. But if Mintcloud knows anything, she knows that peace does not remain with the Clans for more than a season, and she can only hope that she dies in peace before another war breaks out.
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[PTab=Tab3]DO YOU BELIEVE IN STARCLAN? WHY OR WHY NOT?
The she-cat's ears are pinned to her head, green eyes narrowed in annoyance as she shifts in her nest. The movement is accompanied by a wince, as if the action causes her pain, but she brushes it off and lets out a gruff grunt. "What kind of question is that?" She used to - she used to believe in StarClan as if it were a lifeline. That they had given her some special path to follow. A destiny. Now? "I'll let you know when I join 'em." Mintcloud grunts, shaking her head as if to shake off an annoying fly.
FAVORITE HISTORICAL CAT? WHY?
Another gruff sigh, as if she's realized how much of her time is being wasted. Mintcloud shifts in her nest, still seemingly trying to get comfortable. "Good for nothing apprentices can't even make a comfortable nest." She complains, "I've never put much thought to it, to be honest. If I had to choose, it'd be Meadowstar. A good leader, that one. And one I actually met. Can't trust all the stories the elders tell these days. We're all half-insane."
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?
Green eyes sharpen, revealing a mind that isn't as weathered by age as it appears to be. "And why would you ask that? Do you think anyone would honestly tell you? That'd be foolish." Her expression softens, but it's nowhere near warm. "Next question." Once upon a time, her biggest fear had been failure. But these days, she thinks it might be loneliness.
IF YOUR BEST FRIEND/MOTHER/WHOEVER KNOWS YOU WELL COULD DESCRIBE YOU IN THREE INDIVIDUAL WORDS, WHAT WOULD THOSE BE? DO YOU AGREE OR DISAGREE?
A soft, sweet voice whispers in her mind. There was a time where she was the brave one. The tough love one. But she still had working ears, and she knew that most cats whispered cruel things about her. "Grumpy, mean, and downright unpleasant. And you better remember that, or I'll claw your ears off." Mintcloud snaps, shaking her head. "These are silly questions. Go bother someone else." With that, the she-cat turns in her nest, only her black-and-white back showing as she curls up, resting her chin on her paws.
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