A small she-cat with white, brown, and black fur and dark blue eyes.

Cicadaspot is a cat of contrast. The white of her chest, paws, and muzzle clash with the darker tans and browns of her back. The contrast is furthered with black covering her tail, lining her eats and eyes, and a solitary splash on her nose. Dark blue eyes complete the look.

The white parts of her coat are the only physical similarity between her and her clanless parent. Cicadaspot is short, small, and dense. Under that colorful coat is muscle, built from climbing the trees of Mistclan and roaming its forests.

Cicadaspots memories begin with Mistclan, her siblings and her clan. There was a time before, when she was Downy. But memories of that time are so distant they feel more like dreams.

By the time memories feel like truths, she is Cicadakit. And though she is young, she knows something is wrong. Her parents fight. Often. Their spats are kept away from the nursery, but tiny paws and curious ears are hard to hide from. Something is broken between the two.

The true cracks are revealed when the kits are two moons old. Their mother and the cat who birthed them are not one and the same. Cloudtongue cheated and brought his children home to fix a broken relationship.

It failed.

Spotfang abandoned them first, followed by Cloudtongue soon after. Why bother taking care of kits who failed at their sole reason for existing in his eyes? It's the sibling's aunt, Burnstep, who steps up and cares for them. She's far more of a parent than the two who left. 

While she was the smallest of the kits, Cicadakit was perhaps the healthiest. Mudkit struggled to sleep and Hawthornkit frequented the medicine cat den. But Cicadakit never suffered anything worse than a mild case of sniffles. 

Perhaps it was because of her seeming abundance of health that Cicadakit found herself trying to look after her silings. She wasn't the best at it, there was no chance she'd be a medicine cat apprentice, but she wasn't the worst. She tried to visit Hawthornkit when he was sick, offering water and food. And when Mudkit couldn't sleep she'd try to stay up and keep him company. 

The kits were four moons old when Hawthornkit's deafness was discovered. In hindsight it made sense, there were signs. But they were signs she and the others missed. 

With the newfound knowledge, Hawthornkit worked to learn how to communicate. Cicadakit tried to help as well, though she couldn't quite fully understand what her sibling was going through. And as Mudkit made friends with another kit, Cicadakit began to wonder if both of them would be pulled away from her as they got older. 

Her worries only grew after the trio were apprenticed. Burnstep went missing that very night. Why? Why did everyone who cared for them leave eventually? 
Mudpaw did his best to keep the siblings happy, and while she appreciated it, fear took root in her heart. She had to keep her siblings safe and together, there was no one else who could or would.

As it became clear Mudpaw wanted to be a weaver and Hawthornpaw learned towards the historian path, she wondered if their jobs would pull them away from her. But the more she thought on it, the better their decisions seemed. It would keep them safe, away from the borders and rival clans.

Maybe she could even become a weaver as well, or lean about the past. All to help her siblings, to keep their bond strong. But it became clear that while Cicadapaw was decent at training for just about any path, none truly called to her. She was okay at just about any task, but not great at any individual one. 

It also became clear that there was something going on between Mudpaw and Lakepaw. Her brother having a friend was no trouble, but this didn't seem like friendship. It felt... wrong. Her fur stood on end whenever she saw their cycle of Lakepaw's anger, then ignoring Mudpaw, and then apologizing again and again. 

It's not love. Cicadpaw told her brother that much. But she couldn't make the choice to leave Lakepaw for him. It hurt to see him hurt.

After twelve moons of existence, Cicadapaw became Cicadaspot. It was clear she'd get a name for her looks or personality rather than skill, and she was thankful that at least she got a name. Alongside her Hawthorntail was named. Mudpaw had to continue his training as a weaver, and Cicadaspot hoped by the time he was named, he'd finally have left Lakedapple.

Then the war came. 

Cicadaspot was horrified. Once she confirmed that Hawthorntail was safe and not fighting, she searched for Mudpaw. But the battle was chaotic, and she wasn't a good enough fighter to navigate without putting herself at risk.

While new scars lined her pelt, Cicadaspot survived and quickly recovered. Cloudtongue died, though she didn't mourn him openly. He'd been cruel, distant. And yet she always wondered about the cat he could've been if he'd bothered trying to be a father.

Mudpaw was injured in the battle, and to her dismay Lakedapple was there from time to time as her brother healed.

Not long after his recovery, Mudpaw was named Mudbranch. An honorable name, one that was deserving of him. Maybe now he'd finally be strong enough to leave Lakedapple.

Bud he didn't, not then. Instead Mudbranch spent more and more time with the tom. And less and less time with her and Hawthorntail. It stung, deeply. Was he truly going to abandon his siblings over one cat? Was everyone doomed to eventually leave her?

Hawthorntail ended up doing much of the historian's work after the battle. Cicadaspot spent time helping her sibling, as much as she could. Much of the whole thing went well above her head. It helped distract from Mudbranch's absence.

Cicadaspot also spent much of her time helping the clan as much as she could. While she still wasn't exceptionally skilled in any area, she found it easy to pick up and master the basics of just about anything she tired. As such she often found herself assisting others in their duties, always around to assist.

And then one day Mudbranch finally left Lakedapple. Cicadaspot was thrilled. Her support was evident, and she hoped that the whole experience would quickly become a bad memory. 

It didn't. Lakedapple didn't stop trying to worm his way back into Mudbranch's life. While her brother stayed strong and kept from falling back into the tom's life, she could tell it bothered him.

She had to do something. Anything. The siblings were finally back together, but Lakedapple threatened that. He threatened to drag her brother back down into that toxic relationship.

The confrontation did not go as planned.

Cicadaspot found Lakedapple on the border. It was raining, on the verge of a full on thunderstorm. The storm drowned out their augment. All she wanted was for him to agree to stop, to leave her brother alone. But he refused, insulting her as he so often had her brother.

The argument grew. She wasn't sure who struck the first blow, only that it happened. The fight was brief, frenzied, chaotic. She wasn't a skilled fighter. But the ground was muddy and Lakedapple slipped and Cicadaspot lashed out, clawing and biting until the tom stilled.

He died. 

She killed him. A clanmate. He'd been cruel, but she never wanted this. All she wanted was for him to stop. Why couldn't he leave them in peace? Why did he try to tear their family further apart?

What could she even do?

If she was caught, would Hailstar force her to leave the clan? Would she never get to see her siblings again? What would Mudbranch think? Would he be mad?

She had to do something.

The storm was her best bet of hiding the truth. The fight had already occurred near the border, all she needed to do was make it look like a rogue. She found a mouse, rubbed its scent in herbs to hide her own, took a few bites, and left it near the body. It would look like a rogue trespassed, hunted, and got in a confrontation with Lakedapple.

Of course there was other evidence to hide. Carefully she removed the tufts of her fur from his claws, and covered her blood on the forest floor with mud and moss. She rubbed garlic and moss and mud on his pelt, anything to dampen her scent.

From there she scurried away, doing her best to treat and hide her own wounds. None were easily spotted, just a few scratches. In the morning it was enough to blame the scratches on a thorn she placed in her nest.

The dawn patrol found the body. Cicadaspot waited, fear in her heart, as the death was announced to the clan. A rogue, Hailstar said. A mixture of relief and guilt filled her heart. She'd gotten away with it. 

The news hurt Mudbranch, and she did her best to comfort him. Guilt ate away at her in those moments, she'd never wanted this. But it happened. And if he knew the truth, would he hate her?

For the next few moons Cicadaspot kept her head down. She did her job, bonded with her siblings, celebrated Hawthorntail officially becoming historian, and prayed that the truth would never come out. 

Cicadaspot appears to be a kind-hearted, loyal Mistclan warrior. Not particularly skilled, but always willing to help and deeply protective of her siblings. Under the surface Cicadaspot struggles with guilt, abandonment issues, and a lack of self worth. All her would be caregivers abandoned her, leaving her feeling overly attached to her siblings. She fears someone will drive a wedge between them, or that they'll abandon her as well.

In addition Cicadaspot is deeply regretful of Lakedapple's death at her paws. She never intended for it to happen, but it did and she covered it up. It has left her feeling guilty and scared that one day her crime will be exposed.

Pre-Plotting: Cicadaspot is Yennifer's child, adopted from their wanted ad, and sister to Hawthornfall and Mudbranch. She best falls into the branches or leaves ideals in the Mistclan adoptables. The clan needs to open up and change, though she doesn't believe in abolishing the historian and cares quite a bit about maintaining knowledge and connection to the past. It just can't forever hold them in place.

Family: Family for Cicadaspot means her siblings, they're all that's left. Yet part of her longs for a life where her father had been kind, that she and her siblings had been enough. 
Friends: Cicadaspot is the type of cat to make many casual friends, though much of her energy is directed at her family rather than deepening friendships.
Romance: Love isn't at the top of Cicadaspot's mind, she saw the broken love between her father and his mate, and between her brother and Lakedapple. As such the concept is a somewhat tainted.
Rivals: If anyone were to suspect that Lakedapple were not killed by a rogue, they'd quickly end up a rival of Cicadaspot.