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Norwegian Forest Cat (dominant)
Cloudchest (deceased) - A short haired brown tom with a large white spot on his chest
Windnose (deceased) - Mother - A norwegian forest cat with a similar gray pelt to Windtail
Yellowleap (deceased) - Father - A short tom with a shaggy, brown belt
Rainfur (deceased) - Sister - A tall, long haired cat with light gray fur
Thunderfeet - Son - A medium haired brown tom
Birdpaw (deceased) - Daughter - A dark gray she-cat with lightly colored paws
Airpaw (deceased) - Daughter - A spitting image of Birdpaw
Baboonfang tied around the base of her tail with a vine
Windkit was born to Windnose along with Rainkit. Windnose died during the kitting due to a loss of a blood and in memory, one kit was named in memory of her. Yellowleap stayed close to the two kits, keeping them close to him. He attempted to even mentor them but was denied.
Windpaw learned her skills as an apprentice. She was a great leaper and climber, but not so great otherwise. She grew a liking towards a younger tom, Cloudpaw. They grew close with him teaching her fighting and she taught him climbing skills.
When she became a warrior, she was named Windtail for her long tail. Rainfur became a warrior at the same time. When they came of age, Windtail and Cloudchest decided to have kits. As she grew to about 40 moons, she birthed Thunderkit, Birdkit, and Airkit. It was a joyus time for her family through the next few moons until a disaster happened.
Birdpaw and Airpaw snuck out one night during the Gathering, being chosen to stay at the Clan due to their destructive and overly playful behavior. They were chased into a river by a wild boar. Their drowned bodies were found washed ashore by a distressed Windtail. Feeling furious that two of her kits had died, she grew angry at any of those who talked with her. It turned worse when just a few moons later, her elder parents died from old age.
She distanced herself further from family, especially Thunderfoot. She couldn't look at him without being reminded of Yellowleap or his siblings.
During a harsh drown-leaf, she came down with greencough. It destroyed her respiratory system; changing her sweet voice to a grizzly, scratchy voice. She came down with coughing fits whenever she went out on high-activity warrior duties. Cloudchest, the only cat who could get close to her, came down with the chest infection. He died and distraught beyond meaning, Windtail retired to the elder's den.
She talks with the kits and apprentices that visit her but can snap quickly. Her attitude is even worse towards warriors.
Roleplay sample: (from another character on here)
Blackbeak stood on the beach, his eyes looking at the rising moon. It was just a sliver tonight, as if a great big cat went up the black sky and tore his claw through it, letting in a bright white glow. Silverpelt was beginning to appear as a giant glittering belt across the sky. The crests of the waves seemed to glow white and the rest shimmered. The rushing sounds of the waves overwhelmed the evening noises of the jungle. When he inhaled, the salty but rotten smell of low tide strongly hit his nose.
The young warrior loved it and he silently thanked StarClan for it all. He glanced up at the stars, wondering which one was Leafwhisker. “Are you proud of me? I did my best to be a good warrior,” he silently asked to Silverpelt. He stared for a few moments, his ears pricked forwards for an answer. But, there was nothing. He let out a small sigh and turned towards the forest. “I better head home,” he murmured aloud. He padded off the beach and darted into the underbush.