Lionpelt - WindClan

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Name: Lionpelt.

Gender: She-cat.

Clan: WindClan.

Rank: Warrior.

Age: Twenty-three moons.

Description:

Small, ginger she-cat with green eyes.

Lionpelt has soft ginger fur that lines almost her whole slim body. The she-cat coast always looks glossy because of constant cleaning she gives it. Patches of white flow down her chest and on to her belly. At the end of her long tail is a tuft of long white fur. A faint scar resides above her left eye and more dominate one along the left side of her pelt. Silent reminders of death she doesn't want to remember.
Emerald eyes gaze out from her face, constantly filled with deep sadness and pain even when she seems happy. Long white whiskers hang off of her snout, clearly visible to all who seem to look her way. Black dots spot the tip of her bright pink nose giving her a feeling of difference.
Just like most WindClan cats, she is slight and scrawny, but her thick ginger fur acts as a glamour and covers up her bones. The fur on this she-cat is unusually thick for a WindClan cat, usually making her feel out of place, but with her friendly clanmates, it hard to stay this way for long.

Personality:

caring. Lionpelt's training as a medicine cat has left her feeling worried about all injuries that happen in the Clan. Though this is kept secret, but to only her, she can't sleep when she knows a clanmate is resting in the paws of StarClan. Her mind is only clouded with death at these times, but it just shows that she cares for her sick friends.
lonely. Somewhere in the back on her mind, Lionpelt knows that she is not alone. Even though the she-cat knows this, she can't help but have thoughts of death and destruction throughout all of WindClan leaving her alone in her solitude. This loneliness entered her and now she can't escape from it. Nightmares grace her every night with their sickly sweet presences of death and loneliness leaving her terrified throughout the day.
friendly. Though through all the scared traits she has, once she builds up trust for a cat she loves she can be friendly. Her family, all the cats in WindClan, these are the cats that she can truly be friendly with. These are the cats that she has grown to love throughout her whole, painful life. The she-cat can truly be happy with these cats that she would sacrifice her life for.
strength. The small she-cat's strength isn't as great as a normal warriors. She is slightly afraid of fighting but she will always give it her all. Her experience as a medicine cat made her a little less prone to fighting so her skills aren't the greatest though she can leave nasty scars for any who decides that it's a good idea to lay a claw on her.
weakness. One word. Badgers. These creatures lock her up with fear and she is unable to move. The ugly scars that line her pelt came from one of these creatures and also killed the one that she loved the most in the world. Other facts like her previous training and her fear of death also would factor as her weakness but her biggest weaknesses are the badgers that run the lands with the cats.

History:

Lionkit was born into a litter of three-- herself, Moonkit, Flamekit. Sandheart and Stormwhisker were the she-kits parents. Being born in a frozen leaf-bare, Lionkit was the only one in her litter to survive. Even though the tiny kit want to strive to become a great warrior, she decided to follow the path of medicine. Even being younger than the age of an apprentice, she showed signs of being chosen by the medicine cat to become the next medicine cat apprentice. Her strength and determination followed her to the night she became an apprentice.
Lionpaw worked hard training as a medicine cat. The young cat's mind was always flooded with the herb's that her mentor taught her. Even through all the hardships she faced, she still persevered to learn more.
Then, one day, her relationship became a little too strong with a certain male tom in the Clan. The naive she-cat had fallen in love with him and knew that there was no turning back. On a fateful day she began to walk in the forest with this tom only to be attacked by badgers. Unable to defend herself, Lionpaw had to watch as the one she loved fought for her. The black tom's wounds were serious though and he did not survive.
Lionpaw had confessed her love to him that night. The ginger cat had told him that she was going to give up her passion to be with him. And even though her only love was dead, she still fulfilled her promise. The heart broken she-cat told her ex-mentor that she was finished and she could no longer do the jobs that she was assigned.
Lionpaw was assigned a new mentor as she changed from a medicine cat into a warrior. The small she-cat was pushed much harder than regular apprentices due to the fact that not much training occurred before. She didn't mind though, it kept thoughts off of the warrior she loved. Then when she became a warrior, her vigil was long and hard. The she-cat was unable to keep her mind from straying from thoughts that she didn't want to think about.
Lionpelt sulked for a few more moons before she finally got a hold of herself. It took a stern talking from her previous mentor who was now more of a mother to her. The she-cat finally got it straight that if she was going to be part of this clan, she needed to work for it. After that, Lionpelt decided to try to attend all the hunting parties and all the patrols that she could. The she-cat decided that if couldn't succeed in her first dream, that she would try to succeed as a warrior.

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Accepted.