Leafwind - she-cat - Windclan

[♦Ginger♦]

Name: Leafwind
Age: 65 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: WindClan
Status: Alive
Rank: Elder
Short Description: A long-legged ruddy she-cat with amber eyes and large ears.
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Appearance Description:

She is an abyssinian she-cat with ember eyes. She is always holding her head high up. She will never turn her back on an enemy for she trusts no cat.

Her long legs allowed her to easily move about in the grasses of Windclan. She was one of the many quick warriors.

Her long ears allowed her to hear fairly well on the moors. She could tell the difference between a frog jumping and a snake trying to climb up a tree. She could easily make up the different sounds of a bunny and a bird with a broken wing. Not that this is saying much. Considering the fact over time she had lost her hearing.. So much that she is constantly asking for cats to repeat..She also seemingly unable to see very far. No she isn't blind.. She just near sighted for a cat that is all.

She does however fake injuries and deafness fairly well. She uses many of these tactics to know everything going on in the clan.

Personality Description:

She doesn't really tell stories of Starclan. In fact she never tells stories of Starclan. Oh yes she believes in them. Though she was raised with the Dark forest cats to believe that they harm the clans rather then help. Yes, over time lies are lost into truth. Though the truth are the lies.

When she tells stories she talks of great warriors and past journeys. She talks of how the cats had faced many hardships to get where they are. Though she never speaks of the ones guiding the cats. She speaks of war and battles as an act of heroism. That it is of great glory to defend your clans.

When she is not telling stories she is either asking dumb questions or complaining. She very rarely leaves the clans. She sleeps more then anything. She is always getting the most sleep in the clan. Many blame the fact that she is an old tired she-cat who has seen much.

She picks few kittens on the shining of their eyes to tell of the truth of the horrors of battles. This is what prevents many from suspecting anything. When she isn't complaining, napping, and telling heroistic stories. She tells sad stories. The only cats she ever told her sad stories to will be the few that notice things about her. That see her deep within herself. Very few have seen her true self.

When she dreams she is young and energized. She feels the dark forest creep into her vines bringing her old youth back. It is all in the lightness of the air of death. Though she welcomes it with a happy thought. She naps and tells the past dead warrior things that are happening in the clan. Oh yes she listens well. Don't think this grumpy blind she-cat is a fool. She knows how the youngin's judge her as a piece of scrap fur. Something to be kicked out. Even though she did give birth to a great leader.

History:

kittenhood:
She wasn't really interested in the elders. She thought they smelled funky and just stayed away. She was always out and full of energy ready to go out and play. She had a fun kittenhood one that makes her cry every time she looks back that far.

Apprenticehood:

She was trained to be the best warrior and was quite good. Her body frail as it may seemed was perfect for Windclan territory. She was always second in her apprentice next to her siblings. Though she didn't mind she carried a secret. She was also being trained by other cats at night. Ones that told her things that no other cat knew but the chosen ones.

There was no simple relation to the chosen ones. The History of how the cat were chosen was long lost with betrayal. Though it mattered not for the cats would pick one cat in each clan litter to train. Leafpaw just ended up being that chosen cat.

They trained her to believe that battling was good and that blood was meant to be spilled. She started hurting her mentor and instantly apologized. This forced her behind a moon of all her siblings. Which was to her alright. She found she liked the blood spilled.


Warriorhood:

She was faced with many battles. The first three made her realize how much she hated actually spilling blood and killing. She was constantly in trouble.. She started to feel let out. Though one tom named Toothpaw always comforted her.

He was the chosen one in his litter. He found through her how horrible blood spilling was. He vowed not to kill for the Dark forest and only focused on doing the honors and skills that the Dark forest taught. They instantly bonded and when Toothpaw became a warrior they were always next to each other.

Time passed and they fell in love.. Or well admitted to falling in love anyway. Leafwind always had a crush on Toothshard though she never admitted it. She is very protective and prideful. More back then if you could believe it.

Leafwind ended up pregnant. She watched as her kittens played each night. Knowing that one day she would meet one in the dark forest. The one that was chosen. She vowed to protect the kitten form the horrors of the blood shed and started from the very beginning talking of horrible it was to spill blood..

Though as they grew older and became mature she lost total belief in it. She started losing her sight.. Though her hearing helped greatly. Just to say. She ended up in the Elder's den. As each moon passed and she seeked out the dark forest for that moment of youth she found herself once more drawing away from her old stories of the horrors of blood spill. She soon started to exclude herself from other cats..

As time passed she saw Dustpaw became a warrior and eventually leader. She was able to pull out of whatever trance. Then she was able to tell the future warriors of Windclan stories. Only something has changed within her. It like the youth of the Dark forest became addicting that she let herself be pulled into the bloodshed and adrenaline once more.

Something had changed.....

Parents:

Two Windclan cats. One was actually a purebred Abyssinian that was founded by Windclan at a young age.

Siblings:

She has two brothers. Both deceased from either battling or well natural causes. I don't really care which.

Mate: Toothshard
Offspring:

Kindlefur: Abyssinian, darker colors and blue eyes.

Whitefoot: Abyssinian with strange white foot, lighter colorings, and green eyes.

Duststar: Absyinian with dark brown with ember eyes.

Other Significant Cats:

None.

Other:

I want Ashfur to accept this Cheshire. Mostly because this cat is the Mother of Duststar and I want to know if the bio is alright.

I did get a little into Toothshard.. I would have gotten more into. However fear of intercepting someone in making the tom stopped me. I didn't exactly want to make the whole tom's personality and everything from this bio.

[Ashfur]

I think that its a fine bio!

Accepted!

[CheshireCat]

Okay, thanks for the notice, Ginger. I just added the short description.