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What does a cat that ate the canary exactly look like? Perhaps, something akin to Mistralstrike. The corner of her mouth is perpetually turned up in a half-smile, her eyes always have a glint of mischief, her tail flicking just too much. Mistralstrike is, much like her name, a storm that blows in and brings with it much chaos, but also much beauty. Named for the cold leaf-bare storms like the one she had been found in, the she-cat is not frigid like one much assume but instead coy and reserved, always observing but rarely interacting. This attitude lends itself to her perception as an arrogant or rude she-cat, but that is not the case. She simply prefers to watch and wait for the perfect opportunity to pounce. Her siblings were found alongside her in SwiftClan's leaf-bare territory by Heathersong, a she-cat she adopted as her mother. Her siblings, Flurryshake, Tempestsky, Galestep, and Vortexsong are all her dearest friends no matter what kind of scuffles or arguments they get into. She knows, that if push comes to shove, they will have each other's back. She has never known anything but SwiftClan, one of the few cats that can boast such a claim, but because of this she has a creeping sense of curiosity about what the rest of the world might be like. She hears that other clans do things entirely differently like learn how to fight or dig - dig! What kind of cat needs to dig? Her curiosity is one of the few things that can force her to shed her mien of dispassionate observation, though it often leads to her leaping head-first into trouble, heedless of the consequences.
The bright colors of autumn were a welcome reprieve from the bland territory SwiftClan was currently living on. It had only been a few moons since SwiftClan had come to FallClan for a feast and to mingle, but it felt like ages. Last time she was here she'd been insulted and called a rat, but now she was re-entering as a medicine cat apprentice, recognized by her own mentor and clan to be talented at her craft. The difference in the she-cat was clear. The aggressive tendency to bite first ask questions later had been replaced with a little more patience brought forth by confidence in herself.
"I'm coming in," she called, raising her voice to be heard over the clatter of other cats. She'd just made it to the camp, and though Calamitystar had told her she was welcome there any time, he was no longer leader and she wanted to make sure she didn't end up on the wrong side of a warrior's claws. "Mistralpaw, medicine cat apprentice of SwiftClan here to see Chestnutpaw, medicine cat apprentice of FallClan!" With her she carried a number of bundles of herbs slung over her back and secured with cordage formed from vines and reeds. She would be glad to get off of her paws and just have a chat with a new friend, giddiness swelling up inside of her.
