Past Apprentices: Stormpaw/stream, Duskpaw/song, Scarpaw/pelt
Current Apprentice: None
Past Enemy(s): Darkshadow, Fate
Current Enemy(s): None, a peaceful StarClan cat now
Future Enemy(s): None
Hunting in dark: ◉◉◉◉◉◎◎◎◎◎
Fighting in dark: ◉◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎◎
It was a dark night, darker then normal with no moon to light the way, no StarClan to guide them. A She-cat was curled up in the corner of a cave yowling with pain as she gave birth. She had kitted to 2 kits already, a tom-kit with a lovely dappled white and brown pelt, and a she-kit, with long russet fur, spotted in black. But there was still one kit to come.
An adult tom with a matted and worn black pelt, perhaps the father, was comforting his mate and keeping the ever-so-fragile kits warm.There was a loud clap of thunder and rain started to come down hard. The mother, a brown tabby yowled as her last child was kitted. "A she-kit with grey and white pelt, striped with black" purred the father, dipping his head and lapping the newborn. The mother purred and started to lap her kits aswell. Another clap of thunder pounded outside, far louder then the monsters on the thunderpath.
A bolt of lightning struck dangerously close to the entrance of the cave. "We need to move caves before this place catches fire" the she-cat mewed frantically. "You're not strong enough my love. Do not worry, we will be safe, we are protected by the cave" mewed the tom, lapping her forhead to ease her. With another clap from the skies, rain started to come down in painful pelets, and more lightning lit up the sky. A frantic yowl and the cave lit up, it had set the moss around it on fire. "We need to get out of here, now!" yelped the brown tabby she-cat. "Please, save our kits, I will come out after you!" The tom hesitated, then nodded.
He picked up the tom-kit, and the older she-kit in his jaw and leaped over the flames. Setting them down gently under a bush to shelter them from the rain, he leaped back into the cave to save the youngest she-kit and his mate, but the flames were overwhelming. "Save my other she-kit!" She yowled. But the tom would not leave without her, for he knew he could not make it back in another time. The tom shook his head, he wanted to be there with his mate when the flames fully engulfed the cave.
A few heartbeats passed, and the flames engulfed the three. The tom and the she-cats touched noses one last time then made their journey up to StarClan, though, protected by her parents fur, the she-kit survived, Starclan's wish for life to carry on. The kits outside mewed and whined for their mothers warm fur and milk. A she-cat looking for shelter from the storm found them and picked them up into her jaw, carrying them to shelter. She had little milk left to give them, due to her own kits at the age of apprenticeship, but she could offer them warmth.
The days passed and the kits opened their eyes. The she-cat who took them in had gone out to find prey, but in that time the younger, russet she-kit made her way out of the cave. She one day ran into a three giant, muscular toms, one who was a silvery gray, with a long glossy pelt. A firey orange tom, who had gleaming green eyes, and a midnight black tom, who's eyes were as cold and blue as ice. The toms, listening to the warrior code, took her into their clan, which turned out to be ShadowClan, and handed her over to a queen, who named her Willowkit, for her scent that smelled of sweet willow bark.
The moons passed by and Willowkit became an apprentice, becoming Willowpaw. She trained for many moons, she knew of her rouge origins, and wanted to prove to her clan that she could be an amazing warrior. As the moons seems to grow longer, and Leaf-bear started to approach, Willowpaw thought she would never become a warrior, until the day came. She was made a warrior atlast. The ceremony was held a moon high, and she was given her full warrior name, Willowtail. Rightfully earned for her long tail and agility from it.
A few weeks passed, and two she-cat's came to join the clan, they stated that there names were Tundrapelt and Wolfspirit. Stonestar claimed that Wolfspirit was his daughter, and welcomed the two she-cats warmly. Many more moons passed, and Willowtail became the second Deputy, after the exilation of Darkshadow. Tundrapelt congratulated Willowtail her with a warm purr.
Wolfspirit was exiled, she had killed countless cats and kits from other great Clans, including one she had struggled to found, she is most likely deceased now. The seasons came and went, and soon, Willowtail found a tom by the name of Froststorm, they found each other falling in love, and they became mates (But are no longer). Willowtail had two kits, MoonBlaze, and Whitepaw. Tundrapelt had a dream only a few weeks after, of a burning cave, and a barn owl carrying her off to RiverClan. Willowtail, remembering the cave from her kit-hood, realized they were sisters. The two were joyous, finally, they had both found family at last. They we're no longer alone.
Current Life- Willowtail has 1 beautiful son, Halfpaw, and a wonderful mate, Frostgaze. She has recently retired to the elders den due to failing hearing and old age. She still loves kits.
Willow- Earned for being the reincarnation of Willowtail
Kit- Her rank as a kit
Theme - Song
Inactive & Unborn
Squeaky and excited. Somewhat dramatic.
Cat Breed: Russet Bengal
Pelt texture: Long and soft
Pelt thickness: Average
Eye color: Pale green
Eye size: Average
Foot color: White
Foot size: Average
Claw length: Average
Claw color: gray
Tail length: Average
Tail color: Russet
Tail designs: Fully russet tipped with white. Black rings.