W i n d p a w.C r y s t a l C l a n.S h e - C a t

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Name: Windkit - Windpaw - Windwhisp
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: MistClan
Rank: Medicine cat Apprentice
Eye Color: Hazel
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Appearance:

A small cat, but beautiful. Ears look large on a dainty head, placed on delicate shoulders. Tail is long and thin, appearing slightly like that of a tigers. Legs are long and thin, built clearly for swift running. Paws stand out though, being large for any apprentice, while she's quite tiny. White whiskers are long, and always visible against her darker face. Claws are tiny, like the rest of her. Compared to another cats, they'd be like daggers next to swords.

Her pelt. A short, shimmering blanket of fur wrapped around her. A soft brown color, with black stripes wrapped around. No, not quite that of a brown tabby, her stripes are to sharp, not blended in enough to be a simple tabby. A flask-shaped piece of white is placed over her nose, and comes up to end between her eyes, and goes down to end halfway down her chest. A small spot of brown interrupts the white though, right next to her pink nose. White twists up her paws, halfway up each leg, with a bit of brown mixed in, and bands of black around her upper legs. Her tail is pure white, not a speck of brown, with black bands around it. It ends in a tip of black, and is strangely pointy. Not terribly, but pointier then most cats.

Her eyes. Large pools of hazel, shining like the sun. They reflect her emotions all the time, and seem to change colors slightly depending on her mood.

Personality:

Quiet, reserved, shy and cautious. She isn't the most social cat you'll ever meet. She tends to be back in the medicine cats den, fiddling around with the herbs to avoid her clan. She's a kind of outcast. But, since she spends most of her time in the den, she tends to learn a lot. She memorizes herbs quickly, and their uses. But, she doubts herself. Not just her skills, but she doubts that her clan would trust her enough, because of her dark past. Many of her clan-mates already doubt her loyalty, but there's no proof, so they simply watch and whisper. She wants kits, and a mate, but no cat seems right. And it's forbidden. But she still hopes, and watches the apprentices, wondering if any of the toms are the one for her.

History:

Born into CrystalClan. Ah, what a wonderful place to live. Two young warriors, one big dream. Kits. Icebreak and Lightwish were the perfect pair, both strong, swift, respected warriors. Soon enough, Lightwish had kits, four to be exact. They were called Darkkit, Windkit, Nightkit, and Spiritkit. All were large and strong(especially Darkkit), except for Windkit. Windkit was always tiny, and weaker then her siblings. Nightkit and Spiritkit respected that, and were always sure to include her, but Darkkit scorned her. Acted like he was the best. He intimidated her, but she didn't let it show. Not once.

One day, when they were about four moons, they decided it'd be fun to sneak out of camp. They got past the warriors okay, and out into the territory. They found their way to Crescent Rock, and Darkkit dared them all to try to climb it. When Windkit said no, he taunted her, called her weak, mousebrained, and many other things. Nightkit didn't like it, as him and Windkit were very close. He pounced on Darkkit, claws sheathed of course. But Darkkit didn't return Nightkit's careful attack. Right in front of Spiritkit and Windkit, Darkkit killed Nightkit. The two she-cats couldn't bring themselves to move, they just stared, horrified. Their worst memory, is that of Darkkit's dark grin as he went over Nightkit's body, carefully removing his fur from Nightkit's claws and burying it. Windkit's temper got the better of her, and she blew up at him. Soon enough, before she realized what he was doing, he'd replaced that fur of his in Nightkit's claws with Windkit's. By that time, Spiritkit had headed back to camp. But Darkkit wouldn't let her get there. He cut her off, then told her if she ever returned to camp, he'd do what he'd done to Nightkit. Windkit, he just grinned darkly at and drug back to camp.

Before Windkit could even think of anything useful to do, Darkkit had her in the leaders den, and was pouring out a lie about how she took them all out of camp, made Darkkit and Spiritkit climb Crescent Rock, and then killed Nightkit. He said Spiritkit was so afraid of her own sister, she ran off, never to return. Windkit protested, trying to tell the true story, but when warrior came into camp with Nightkit's small body, and Windkit's fur between his claws, she was given hostile glares. But, since she was so small, and they all knew Nightkit could have beaten her easily, they really had no actual proof. So she stayed in the clan, but they made her medicine cat apprentice, where she'd be kept from fighting. Truly, though she'd never told anyone, that's where she'd always wanted to be. So even thought her clan doesn't trust her much, and Darkpaw still threatens her as he grows stronger and stronger, she works hard to be a good medicine cat.

RP Example:

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Other: Nope
Number of Cats: 2