Mistyveil was the femme fatale, mother of WinterClan, and only living herbalist knowledgeable, alchemist scholar, and witch practiced she-cat in all the lands to ever exist. With only the minor side effect of being cursed by a God to feel eternal hunger. Oh and the side effect of feeling other cats emotions and ghosts, just one of WinterClan's many "perks" for being a witch. Or maybe it was just something she dreamt she felt, Valleystar was the only cat that recognized she had such a power, after she wasn't sure if that information was ever passed down to Diamondstar. On this particular morning that felt like a layer of snow was embedded into her skin she nimbly walked down a steep slope in search of poppyseeds need the border. WinterClan always seemed to be particularly low on an herb that seemed so common in other clans.

Most clans didn't have a hard time allowing her onto their lands and were typically friendly towards her. She stuck out like a sore paw, easy to recognize, talk got around, few cats ever questioned her because a quick glance and they knew who she was. She was like two possessed beings, her fur and eyes vertically cut in half. Hot rosy peach fur radiated like light shining through pink clouds on her left half. Icy shimmery Russian blue blurred on the other half like light shining through fog. Her right eye was a rare turquoise shade while her left was haint blue with glittery gold specks. Unique in every way and yet accordingly to her name she enjoyed keeping a veil over her and not being noticed. Unfortunately being a witch with her fur colors in a lethal clan such as WinterClan it was hard to ever be unnoticed.