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At one point she had been a legend. She had been the first leader to make Winterclan blood strong again. She had pushed out the weak and foreign and made way for the felines who could thrive in Winterclan’s harsh conditions. The thick furred who could stand the ice frozen to their coats, the light furred who usually perished in the hunting of normal clans could hunt like kings in the white diamond encrusted snow.
Now the she-cat’s paws slipped into the foot prints of others’ she did not know. With her small, munchkin cat stature it would just be easier for her to burrow her way through the thick snow - that’s what she use to be known for after all - but the ragdoll decided it would be best not to greet her new peers with snow all over her nose and whiskers.
Mistyveil stared at the rosemary, she should leave it. Her den was packed solid with rosemary. They only had seven herbs that grew in WinterClan, one of which was catmint and unfortunately they had no sedatives either. There wouldn't be any lucky here, she was on her way to head to another clan and trade catmint for some of their herbs when she spotted the she-cat. The familiar cat that brought her back to her apprenticeship with Crystalpaw. She paused for a moment and then delicately walked over to her. She was once a prison guard and knew they would take this cat and imprison her. She was also once a prisoner and knew how much that sucked, but in this moment she was a medicine cat so that probably meant she should do something because she served all cats, not just her clan.
"I'm Mistyveil, do you need some help?" Mistyveil asked.
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.
Corpserose’s white blue eyes peered up at the medicine cat - with her stunted legs the former leader only came up to her chest - and her soft paw steps came to a stop. The feline blinked quickly at Mistyveil before squinting her large eyes and cocking her rounded head to the side.
“Mistyveil?” She questioned, the she-cat’s tone soft and childlike, yet a certain power rang in its undertone. “Is that really you?” She asked the obvious, as if anyone else could have the unique appearance the female infront of her had.
"It is you," Mistyveil said, her mouth hung open ajar, she was just an apprentice when Corpsestar was ruler, her and Crystalpaw the inseparable identical twins.
Mistyveil knelt down to Corpsestar's level, "I never knew what happened to you. Our current leader is Leatherstar, so much has changed..." A lot has changed, for one they allowed sacrifices that she would have to conduct. The names had changed, but out of everything she did feel loyal to Leatherstar. For generations leaders had been abusing their medicine cats and when she was forced to become one she felt she would fall into the same fate. But Leatherstar wasn't like the rest. Neither was Corpsestar, she was the leader she grew up with and because of that she held only good memories towards her.
