Level #3 tasks

1.) Vervaintail has the personality of a viper. She is quick-tongued and does not hesitate to back down from a fight. She was raised in the home of a ‘witch doctor’ of sorts, and therefore has very strong convictions about the supernatural world. Vervaintail believes that everything is connected, and each action has a consequence. She does not sugar coat situations, and she does not hold back any criticism she has. Honesty is the best policy and Vervaintail holds dear to this assertion. She is drawn to humor, and will often embarrass cats that wrong her instead of any kind of physical confrontation. She believes in second chances and never lets any cat fall through the gaps. Dedicated to healing and more knowledgeable then any cat in Mireclan about plants and herbs, Vervaintail basically made herself medicine cat after watching Scorchstar attempt to take care of simple cut on Coyoteheart’s shoulder. She is bossy and does not think there is any room in the world for those who do evil, or commit needless killing. Just like Scorchstar, Vervaintail has a deep connection to the spirit world, and often intercedes on behalf of her new clan. Some of the other cats believe that she has a funny way of speaking, what some would consider a ‘bayou’ or ‘Cajun’ accent, but to Vervaintail, she is just a conglomeration of her past and present.

2.) Mallowpaw was born to a queen who had no name, and knew no allegiance. She was the only kit to survive in her litter, and doesn’t remember much about being young other than the feeling that she was always running. She never called a place ‘home’ and she couldn’t remember her mother’s face even if she tried. Mallowpaw was taken off the streets by a two-leg looking for a companion for their older parent, and Mallowpaw was just a second too slow to escape. Once she settled into the odd home that the smaller one took her to, she enjoyed it. The older twoleg smelled like coffee and cream, and would sing to the small white cat as she knitted. Mallowpaw enjoyed playing with he weird strings, and liked to hear the ‘click’ of the knitting needles. One day, the older one did not sing. She did not move, and grew cold. Mallowpaw tried everything to make her sing, even bringing her a new ball of yarn. But nothing worked. Soon the younger twoleg came, and the next thing Mallowpaw knew she was being shoved into a box, and taken in a car until the box was shoved out of the car at a rest stop. Scorchstar found her there and brought her back to Mireclan. Mallowpaw is an odd little cat who just doesn’t know where she fits into life. Despite her hard start to life, she is kind and incredibly warm to those she cares about, and doesn’t hold anything against her birth mother. She even hopes that she found peace one day. Mallowpaw has a love for those in need, and will often try rescue injured animals. She doesn’t like to hunt, but when she does she is incredibly humane. One of the biggest struggles that Mallowpaw has is her inability to relate to the ancestors. When she first joined Mireclan, she was amazed by the connection that Scorchstar had with them, and she yearns to feel that connected to something. But she struggles with believing that she’s worthy of their presence and doesn’t know how to go about finding a connection. She also isn’t sure how she fits in, as an outsider in her own mind. She tries her best, and will actively participate in any ritual that makes her closer to them. Mallowpaw loves to swim, and despite not liking to hunt, she does enjoy fishing and will chase minnows around in the water. One of her weaknesses is her easy, trusting nature, but that’s also what makes her incredibly warm to be around.

2.) Coyoteheart yawned again, staring at the medicine cat as she went about her work. He didn’t care that she had to organize things, but why did she have to sing while she did it? Her voice was rough, and the distance from his den to hers was large enough, but her voice seemed to cut even the bark of the trees. With a flick of his tail, he let out a “Hmph” and settled down to watch her. Maybe he should say something, he thought, pretending for a second that he was brave and not afraid of the odd she-cat who had come in the night to his clan just a moon ago. What kind of name was Vervaintail, anyway, he mused. He would walk over to the cinnamon colored cat and speak his mind. Before he had time to logically think his plan through, Coyoteheart found himself striding over to where the she-cat was organizing her herbs with his head held high. The medicine cat stopped singing and looked up at him as he came near her, smirking at the sight of him. “Ay, Coyotebreath.” She quipped, which only flustered the tom more. He puffed his chest out trying to appear more confident then he felt. “Its C-Coyoteheart.” He asserted, staring her down after examining his paws. “Could you.. could you maybe turn the singing down a notch? Some of us are trying to sleep.” The words spilled out before he could stop them, and he turned red as the she-cat looked at him with surprise. Then Vervaintail lifted her head and laughed, reaching out to playfully bat at the tom’s shoulder. “You are entirely no fun” she said, laughing as she turned away, leaving Coyoteheart to return to her den. Despite her rebuke, Coyoteheart felt proud, and began to pad away. Then he heard the singing start again.