WINTERSHADOW
Ranger
Past Names|| Winterpaw
Age|| 25 moons Description|| A silver broken mackerel tabby bicolor she-cat with hazel green eyes. Skills|| Strong fighter and hunter, honorable Faults|| blunt, a bit cold hearted sometimes Goals|| Sexuality|| Straight Other|| MYO - doesn't count for clan numbers, can't be traded/gifted Parents|| Galestar(npc) and unknown
Sibling|| Frostfell Mate|| None Interest|| Ghostzephyr, Windrunner Offspring|| None |
Personality|| Wintershadow grew in the shadow of her mother, always expected to be the best and to exceed expectations but never quite succeeding. She grew distant from others, unable to reconcile her failures with who she was. But she was a fighter and never gave up on her dream to be a warrior. She never wanted to lead anyone and didn't want to follow in her mother's footsteps.
After Galestar died, she was left a little lost, but found a new family with Drift and Ghost. She expressed her grief as frustration and anger, taking it out one hunting or even on mock fights with others. She was always seeking to work out her aggression and would seek out other cats in the clan she knew were willing to hone their skills in a fight, or who she could goad into fighting her.
She comes off as very cold, still working on her grief, but after Windrunner joins the group, even though he's not a fighter, he's very brave in his own way, and very sweet. She was surprised one day to find she had strong feelings for him and he has helped her to open up and express herself in a more healthy fashion. She is still very rough and tough but in a much warmer way when she needs to be.
After Galestar died, she was left a little lost, but found a new family with Drift and Ghost. She expressed her grief as frustration and anger, taking it out one hunting or even on mock fights with others. She was always seeking to work out her aggression and would seek out other cats in the clan she knew were willing to hone their skills in a fight, or who she could goad into fighting her.
She comes off as very cold, still working on her grief, but after Windrunner joins the group, even though he's not a fighter, he's very brave in his own way, and very sweet. She was surprised one day to find she had strong feelings for him and he has helped her to open up and express herself in a more healthy fashion. She is still very rough and tough but in a much warmer way when she needs to be.
History|| Daughter of Galestar, the leader of Drift's original clan. When her mother was killed, she and her brother Frostfell left with Drift to join Dustclan.
She had a crush on Ghost for a long time, but wasn't really good at expressing herself and could tell he needed some space after the death of his sister. The two comforted each other in this difficult time, both missing loved ones, but stayed as simple friends.
She originally found the red ticked tabby irritating - he wasn't a fighter like her, but he was sweet and gentle and good with words, everything she was not. After a while, Wind grew on her and she decided she would love to make him happy and give him a family. This would make her happy. And maybe eventually she would love him back as much as he loved her.
Ghost and her are cousins anyway, but idk if they know that or not...OR if I decide to keep that canon...
She had a crush on Ghost for a long time, but wasn't really good at expressing herself and could tell he needed some space after the death of his sister. The two comforted each other in this difficult time, both missing loved ones, but stayed as simple friends.
She originally found the red ticked tabby irritating - he wasn't a fighter like her, but he was sweet and gentle and good with words, everything she was not. After a while, Wind grew on her and she decided she would love to make him happy and give him a family. This would make her happy. And maybe eventually she would love him back as much as he loved her.
Ghost and her are cousins anyway, but idk if they know that or not...OR if I decide to keep that canon...
Must Love Hunting
(for breeding with Windrunner)
Wintershadow didn't consider herself an anxious cat. She very rarely worried about anything. Thinking too much about something irritated her to the point that she usually just lost herself in the thrill of hunting. It was more useful than just sitting around or pacing. And she very much wanted to prove her usefulness.
But today marked a full moon cycle since her brother had been missing.
Dustclan were wanderers, and many of them were tired of being in this place. The mountains were large and glorious and felt like a home, but many cats, Winter included, were ready for a new home. Driftbreeze needed to do something here with Starclan though and she respected that. Whatever he needed to do, she would wait and do whatever she could.
Her brother was a different story. He could take care of himself, and he was a bit distant certainly, but for him to be gone this long without any other cat seeing him...Winter wasn't her usual self. Instead she was sitting personal vigil at the upper entrance to camp, looking over the ridge and snowy sloping hillside, searching for his white figure and that telltale black mark on his tail.
Something slammed into her from behind and she jumped, claws coming out, spinning around but too alarmed to do anything. Which was probably for the best. Windrunner's lanky fluffy figure was frozen behind her, a look of embarrassment on his face, ears thrown back, eyes down.
"Hey, Winter! S-sorry about that! I wasn't looking where I was going..." he trailed off awkwardly.
She had never heard the well spoken tom so scattered, and never heard him stutter before, not even when talking to Wraith. What had him so distracted? She let her fur calm down and seated herself again. "That's fine. What do you need?" She asked bluntly.
Wind sat next to her, his fur even more silky in the breeze. "You, actually." He stopped quickly, glanced from her to the distant mountain range and then recollected himself. "I mean, I was looking for you. I know you like to go hunting to take your mind off of things so I thought you might like to go with me?"
He said it so agonizingly slowly. He wanted to go hunting with her? Not just that, he knew she would like to go hunting right now. Winter looked at him carefully, deep down delighted but also confused. He had never asked her to go hunting. They'd been together a few times now, but she always had to ask him. Wind kept shifting his gaze, tail moving faintly.
She couldn't say no to that. "Very well. Let's go." He was cute when he couldn't fit his words together.
"Really?"
"We go hunting together all the time, why not?" She stood up, stretched and then headed south, toward the plains. She felt like catching hare.
Wind hesitated but followed, catching up to her so they could walk side by side. "I just...wasn't sure you liked me..."
Winter didn't stop moving, didn't really look at him. She supposed she came off that way to everyone. It was just her nature to be simple and to the point. But she supposed she could be a bit more clear. So that's what she was now. "I love hunting, Wind. And I love you. So that's why I always ask you to come with me."
The red ticked tabby stopped. When he didn't catch up to her right away she paused and looked over her shoulder at him. His warm copper eyes were huge and he seemed about to cry.
"Are you alright?" Winter asked.
"Yes. More than alright," he said with a smile, leaping to his feet and loping up to her. He pressed is nose to hers and Winter blinked in surprise. She contained herself quickly. She of all cats should know, everyone had different ways of expressing love.
(for breeding with Windrunner)
Wintershadow didn't consider herself an anxious cat. She very rarely worried about anything. Thinking too much about something irritated her to the point that she usually just lost herself in the thrill of hunting. It was more useful than just sitting around or pacing. And she very much wanted to prove her usefulness.
But today marked a full moon cycle since her brother had been missing.
Dustclan were wanderers, and many of them were tired of being in this place. The mountains were large and glorious and felt like a home, but many cats, Winter included, were ready for a new home. Driftbreeze needed to do something here with Starclan though and she respected that. Whatever he needed to do, she would wait and do whatever she could.
Her brother was a different story. He could take care of himself, and he was a bit distant certainly, but for him to be gone this long without any other cat seeing him...Winter wasn't her usual self. Instead she was sitting personal vigil at the upper entrance to camp, looking over the ridge and snowy sloping hillside, searching for his white figure and that telltale black mark on his tail.
Something slammed into her from behind and she jumped, claws coming out, spinning around but too alarmed to do anything. Which was probably for the best. Windrunner's lanky fluffy figure was frozen behind her, a look of embarrassment on his face, ears thrown back, eyes down.
"Hey, Winter! S-sorry about that! I wasn't looking where I was going..." he trailed off awkwardly.
She had never heard the well spoken tom so scattered, and never heard him stutter before, not even when talking to Wraith. What had him so distracted? She let her fur calm down and seated herself again. "That's fine. What do you need?" She asked bluntly.
Wind sat next to her, his fur even more silky in the breeze. "You, actually." He stopped quickly, glanced from her to the distant mountain range and then recollected himself. "I mean, I was looking for you. I know you like to go hunting to take your mind off of things so I thought you might like to go with me?"
He said it so agonizingly slowly. He wanted to go hunting with her? Not just that, he knew she would like to go hunting right now. Winter looked at him carefully, deep down delighted but also confused. He had never asked her to go hunting. They'd been together a few times now, but she always had to ask him. Wind kept shifting his gaze, tail moving faintly.
She couldn't say no to that. "Very well. Let's go." He was cute when he couldn't fit his words together.
"Really?"
"We go hunting together all the time, why not?" She stood up, stretched and then headed south, toward the plains. She felt like catching hare.
Wind hesitated but followed, catching up to her so they could walk side by side. "I just...wasn't sure you liked me..."
Winter didn't stop moving, didn't really look at him. She supposed she came off that way to everyone. It was just her nature to be simple and to the point. But she supposed she could be a bit more clear. So that's what she was now. "I love hunting, Wind. And I love you. So that's why I always ask you to come with me."
The red ticked tabby stopped. When he didn't catch up to her right away she paused and looked over her shoulder at him. His warm copper eyes were huge and he seemed about to cry.
"Are you alright?" Winter asked.
"Yes. More than alright," he said with a smile, leaping to his feet and loping up to her. He pressed is nose to hers and Winter blinked in surprise. She contained herself quickly. She of all cats should know, everyone had different ways of expressing love.
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