Name- Padfoot
Age- 22 moons
Gender- Tom
Rank- Deputy
Clan- WindClan
Color/Description- He's colored with many colors, brown, ginger, cream etc. but all of which are so closely related to one another his pelt becomes like a smooth carpet. He's got stripes here and there over his body, in various colors. He's a norwegian forest cat of species, which has large, fluffy fur and large, broad paws. This just makes out the fact that he's not really a WindClan cat. His pawpads are gray, and very rough. Perfectly created to wander on stone. He would, body-wise be better off in TORW or SkyClan. He's got a fascinating ability to leap high into the air, which shows off his anscestry.
Personality- Unlike most deputies he's more of a teasing personality, and enjoys being soft with the cats of the clan. Determined, he doesn't leave cats he's been friends with forever because of his status. Love for kits is another thing that parts him out from earlier deputies, and he's extraordinary tolerant with them. He's got a clever mind, which is most of the reason why he was chosen as a deputy. The downfall is that he's extremely short-tempered, and even though he is very friendly and nice, he can snap, and be rather strict. He's like a ticking bomb, waiting to explode. If a cat refuses to listen to his orders, he'll be quick to push on a strict punishment, and doesn't take lightly on disloyalty.
Crush- None
Mate- None
Kits- Wants.
Family/History- He was born outside the clan, although was brought to the clans with his two siblings, Felidae and Timberpelt. They quickly adapted to the clan and became great apprentices. Their mother soon caught whitecough, her system obviously not able to take on the amount of bacterias and the life outside of her twolegnest. She died soon afterwards, and their father decided he had barely anything left in the clans, and took Felidae out of the clans to continue the journey. It definitly laid an impression on Padfoot, and he determinedly kept the name his mother had made for him, despite the fact that he should have changed it to Pinefoot instead. His brother followed the trend, although decided to move to another clan when Padfoot was made deputy. The two toms barely talk to one another these days, and are quite different in personality.
Name- Sweetpetal
Age- 19 moons
Gender- She-cat
Rank- Queen
Clan- WindClan
Color/Description- She's a pure white cat, with no flaws on her pelt at all. Being a former kittypet, she got her fur groomed every day, and she was kept well fed. She hardly looks like a WindClan cat at all in body-shape or size, and she's a very small girl, barely the size of an apprentice. She's more of a hunter than a fighter, although somehow, she prefers hunting mice and voles. Because of her past, she still wears her pink collar around her neck, signifying where she's really from. This collar is very special to her, and she refuses to let go of it. It doesn't have any bell on it though, so it doesn't make a single sound when she moves.
Her eyes are a wonderful sky-blue, although having blue eyes have caused her a bit pain as well. Luckily, her right eye is a bit more green than the other, because she's deaf on the side with the pure blue eye. Like many white cats are. She's got good hearing on her right ear though.
Personality- Kind, sweet, much like the name suggests. However, she dreams of being mischievous, a trouble-maker and one of those cats that can make you laugh with a simple smile. She's never had the ability to have fun with other cats though, and feels rather misunderstood and unwanted. She's somewhat loosely attached to the warrior code, and because of this her loyalty is somewhat unstable. She fell in love with Timberpelt and is expecting his kits, although she's just about realized what cat he truly is. Ashamed, she hides the identity of her kits, and seems very secretive because of that very reason.
Crush- Timberpelt (Formerly), Ashstar
Mate- None
Kits- Expecting
Family/History- Came to the clans when she was 14 moons old, because she was tired of the casual kittypet life. Being stroked seemingly wasn't her thing. She arrived in WindClan, and was accepted in as an apprentice. After a few moons of training, she acquired her warrior name, and lived happily. Soon after though, she met Timberpelt when she was out hunting. Fond of mice as she was, she chased it over the border and was trapped there by him. Instead of being chased out, however, she was shocked to find him charming her with the most lovable words. Immediatly the two met every night, until she finally carried his kits.
Right after she'd told him the news (which she thought of as fantastic) he simply wrinkled his nose and grunted. Told her he didn't have anything to do with kits, and left soon afterwards. Heartbroken, Sweetpetal returned to her clan, feeling like a dirty, disloyal rogue. She promised herself to keep the kits's father secret, for their own sake.
Lately, however, she's fallen in love with Ashstar, and despite her current litter of kits, she's lost in dreams about the wonderful tom. She even fantasizes that the leader is the real father of her kits after all, and wishes that she could just forget everything she did with Timberpelt. Every time she wakes up from thoe dreams though, to find her heart as hollow as always.
Name- Creamkit
Age- 0-1 moon
Gender- She-cat
Rank- Kit
Clan- WindClan
Color/Description- As her name suggests, she's a pale cream color with light tabby stripes and gradients. She's got more from her mother, clearly. However, if you look very closely, a few of Timberpelt's features may be found as well. As an example, she's very sturdy and rough, with a firm, compact body that should be used in the forests among the branches rather on the moors. To make up for it though, her legs are longer than her father's and gives her an extra boost of speed. She's quick, and her elegant foot-work seems to have something with her mixed genes.
Her face has the elegant lean figures of her mother though, and with slightly slanted eyes to add up to her beauty. The fur seems to never lose the kitten-soft feel, and she's fuzzy and poofy. This makes her look quite a bit larger than she actually is. Her eyes are like deep pools of blue, and seems tonever end.
Personality- Creamkit is a little special to her traits. She's a kind and friendly she-cat and all, just like most cats are. However, she's got this little faulty that may have something to do with her birth. Some say she even got her brain damaged and she's gone crazy, although her sweet touch and gentle speech suggests she's all fine. Calm as she is, she appreciates what she gets more than most cats. This because of having her two siblings grow up stuck with one another. She thanks StarClan every night for letting her work with her dreams of becoming a mighty cat, and prays her sisters will be fine.
Now, her quite special side includes the fact that she's very thoughtful. She can stop in the middle of a coversation and stare right into the darkness, seemingly remote to everything that goes on around her. She might also mumur strange words that doesn't excist in their language, and she can say quite the odd things that doesn't happen to mix with what the subject's really about. Her paws may also have certain twitches now and then, which she probably can't control on her own.
Crush- None
Mate- None
Kits- None
Family/History- She was born to Sweetpetal's litter, fathered by Timberpelt of ThunderClan. She's often questioned her mother about who their father is, although she never gets a proper answer. Her sisters are Waterkit and Flamekit, and she had a deadborn brother that got no name due to her mother not knowing he'd been born at all.
More coming when she grows up.
