Starting out;

Name: Windystar
Gender: She-cat
Age: 35 moons
Clan: DayClan
Rank: Leader

Main Body;

Pic: Clicketh
Appearance:

Windystar is a small cat for her age. She has a peachy/gray colored pelt with white. Her eyes are a pale green color, but can look like the grass during Leaf-Fall on a windy night. Her eyes at times look as if they have a very small ring of orange around the pale green in which blends nicely. Her pelt shines brightly in the bright sun and takes in a lot of heat from it also. She has a longer tail then most cats' tails are and it is mainly a peachy color with stripes of white. She has a long haired pelt, but it is very thin and can dry easily after getting wet.

Personality:

Windystar is a very noble cat and is very wise about decisions. She is a good leader and only thinks about the Clan, and what is good for the Clan. She will try her best to avoid any straight out without a good reason and will try almost anything. She does not believe in wasting blood for nothing. She is loyal to the warrior code and will never do anything to step out of it and will make sure none of her warriors do, or at least try to make them not. Around the other Clans at a gathering she acts the same way as if she was talking to her own Clan, unless some cat is making accusations against her Clan; then she becomes a bit more serious in an attempt to prove her Clan innocent.

Around her own Clan she is very kind and caring. She will help her Clanmates in any way possible, whether it be in the medicine cats den, the nursery, or out in the territory. She'd put down all nine of her lives just to make sure her Clanmates are safe and protected from any dangers. She acts like a mother does to its kit to every member of the Clan at times, no matter how young or how old. When it comes to dealing out punishments, she'll be easy on the cat, but reasonable, depending on the crime. If it was something big, like killing a cat of her Clan, she'll be fierce and act fast, most likely by exile. She will never kill a cat in cold-blood murder.

History:

Windystar as a kit was always a bit calm and always thought before doing anything. Most of the time she would never do anything stupid that would get her in trouble, but at times that was not the case. Like all kits, she was sometimes a bit thingyy and would get into trouble, but nothing to big that gave her a punishment. She loved her leader and always dreamed of one day becoming on, or at least the deputy. She was not the only one of her litter, she had two brothers, however they were not strong enough. She and her brothers were born during the harsh season of Leaf-bare, right in the middle of it. All three of them were small, but she was the biggest of the litter and the strongest. One of her brothers was sick the moment he entered the world, the other died not long after birthing and eventually the other one died as well.

As an apprentice, she was loosened up a bit by the wonderful feeling of being in the territory. She became very excited during training, and counting who her mentor was, it wasn't surprising. She had been given the leader as her mentor, the leaders name was Foxstar. She proved herself a great fighter, hunter, and that she liked every member of the Clan. She often went to check up on the elders without needing to and often helped the queens and kits with anything needed. But, in battle, she was quick, fierce, and smart about her moves. When she was 12 moons, she received her warrior name.

Her warrior name was, Windystorm. She had loved her name because, well, it suited her in battle especially she at times does look like a "windy storm." She fought well and hard as she became a more respected warrior of the Clan. At the age of 29 moons, the deputy before her was killed in battle by a NightClan warrior. Foxstar had always been close to her since he was her mentor, and not only that, but she had proven herself to be a great warrior; therefore, he named her deputy in place of the old. Finally, after only 6 moons, Foxstar died from old age and greencough, and she became leader.

The End;

IC:

Windystar padded out of her den, her nose in the air as she scented the area. A faint stretch wafted up from the ground and traveled through the air of the wind and she could smell all the scents of the Clan; those of the old and those of the young. She could hear the wails that the kits screamed as the begged for their mother’s sweet milk. She smiled and laughed to herself as she heard the faint yawns of warriors and apprentices now waking from their cozy moss filled nests to feel the cold wind that came with the scent of frost. Leaf-bare is on its way. Leaf-fall is getting colder everyday, which means only more cold and everything that comes with it. Hopefully, hopefully greencough will stay well away from our Clan and our wonderful kits. We need every member of the Clan to survive. Her body shook the wind picked up for a moment, almost toppling her over. The cold wind had caught her off guard even though she hadn’t fell, but she stumbled on her feet for a moment. She was tempted just to head back into her warm den, but there was work to be done around the camp. She took a long stretch to get her sleepy legs away. Afterwards, she headed away to the center of the camp where the fresh-kill pile was and nodded her head in good morning to those who were taking their share from the left-over from the night before. She looked down at the pitiful pile. Only a mouse, a vole, a magpie, and two blue birds stocked the pile. She took the vole, but not for herself. She headed to the nursery to give them the vole, she’d eat later on she disappeared into the well sheltered den.

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