Small and demure, it isn't hard to tell Spottedpaw is a noncombatant - her paws meant to heal, not maim.

Named for her calico coat, the she-cat walks with purpose wherever she goes, her body language conveying a sense of self-confidence, but one that easily waxes and wanes with the moon. Her green eyes are extremely expressive, direct portals into her soul, and she has a very difficult time trying to hide her emotions beneath any sort of mask.

Her medium-long coat attempts valiantly to conceal her size - but one dip in the river and you can see how small she really is. Though what she lacks in brawn she makes up for in speed and endurance. Already she is proving herself to be an adept climber and forager, the branches within Mistclan's forest a tightrope for her ghost white paws to hover over. She is leagues more comfortable around camp, and in the trees. Excursions to the prairie's edge for herbs that thrive under the golden sun do cause her some anxiety, but it is necessary work and so it must be done, no matter her discomfort.

It was obvious from the beginning that Spottedkit wasn't like the other kits in the nursery. Perhaps it was because she was the only surviving member of her litter, or perhaps Starclan had their eyes on her earlier than anyone would have thought.

Instead of hanging around with cats her own age, as soon as her mother allowed her more freedom to roam, she was a near-permanent fixture in the elders' den, asking for anyone who would listen to tell her the stories of their clan. The elders were clever, however, and exchanged their sage wisdom for help grooming. Something Spottedkit was all too happy to oblige with.

Still a small kitten when Ridgeclan invaded Mistclan, confusion - more than fear - raced through her small body as she was hidden away from the fighting in the nursery - guarded by a few warriors and the ghosts of badger mothers past. She could hear the battle cries and yowling, and smell the odd metallic scent she only later learned was blood. The veil of violence only seemed to lift once the scent of Prairieclan permeated the forest.

She was too young to understand the politics behind it all, but what she did know was that some clan members came back still. They had joined Starclan, one of the elders said. While her mother protested that she was too young, she begged to help the elders prepare the bodies of their fallen clanmates. She couldn't do much, on account of her size, but she could run back and forth to deliver the herbs needed to the elders as they worked after the clan shared tongues one last time.

It was after that she began to dream of cats with starlight in their fur. The first time she thought little of it, but the dream persisted hard enough until she told one of the elders about it, who encouraged her to tell her parents, who in turn told their leader and medicine cat. She was still far too young to become an apprentice yet, but the adults in her life seemed to be planning out her path. She had greatly admired their Historian, and hoped to maybe become one one day. But the thought of being a medicine cat intrigued her as well. If that was what Starclan was trying to say, then who was she to argue?

Little by little she began to inch closer to the medicine cat den. Lotusfire was intimidating, but she was determined to see what exactly it was a medicine cat did. She came as close as they would allow her, not so foolish as to believe Lotusfire couldn't smell her nearby and she didn't want to anger them. She dared to get closer when she saw Lotusfire out in the open treating patients, silently offering her help - at a distance - should they need anything fetched. She was still too shy to flat out ask. All she wanted was for Lotusfire to like her, or rather, not despise her. The medicine cat could be rather…menacing…at times, no, most of the time. But they were wise, of that she was sure.

On the day of her sixth moon, she was made Lotusfire's apprentice. For the first time in her life she felt a genuine sense of fear. What if she wasn't cut out for this? What if Lotusfire rejected her? What if Starclan rejected her? She began to doubt. But the dream came back to her that night, as vivid as it first was and she was sure she was on the right path. A path she knew would not be easy, but she was determined to make Lotusfire, her parents, her clan and especially Starclan proud.

Pre-Plotting: A gentle and diplomatic soul at heart, Spottedpaw is a believer in the branches philosophy of Mistclan. She believes in pursuing a friendship with Prairieclan, and diplomatic talks with Ridgeclan. While she honors the past, her traditions and her ancestors, life is ever-changing and it is the responsibility of the cats of this era to carry their roots through the trunk of current time and circumstance in order to spread wide and flourish.

▪ Family: Spottedpaw loves both her mother and father deeply but neither party seems to over-rely on each other for support.
▪ Friends: She's the sort of cat who would give fresh-kill to a stranger in need, even if that meant she'd starve. She's more accepting of outsiders than others in her clan, and will never refuse a cat in need no matter their allegiance (which could very well get her into trouble). She has precious few friends her age and tends to gravitate towards older cats with more moons under their belt.
▪ Mentor: She desperately wants Lotusfire's recognition that she isn't useless. In the back dredges of her mind however there is a fleeting suspicion that their intentions for Mistclan might not be benevolent, but she currently battles these thoughts.
▪ Romance: As a future medicine cat, she is forbidden from taking a mate. That being said she isn't one to readily take interest in others romantically anyway. She is very pure-hearted and kind, and if someone were to mention a crush on her, she might die of embarrassment.
▪ Rivals: Spottedpaw is a pretty tolerant individual. Even with those that might anger her, she wouldn't hold ill-will for long. That being said other cats may easily brand her some sort of self-righteous in her belief of being called by Starclan. Or take offense with her all-welcoming/trusting demeanor.

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