Windsong done!

[Shaydas~*]

Name(s): Windsong
Gender: She-cat
Age: 16 moons
Clan: CelestialClan
Rank: Warrior
Short Description: Pure white she-cat with piercing amber eyes
//Whats on the outside//:
//Body// Windsong is lethal and skinny. She has a long, slender bodice that adds beauty to her features. She has excellent balance on her toes which seem to dance in her light, bouncy weight across open land. The also work for great prowling in the mist, for her ilght-weighted body doesn't make a sound against the ground. Her angled face has a soft, pink nose dead center. Under is a grinning maw full of fierce fangs, often coated with blood.

//Pelt// Her coat is pure, powerful, angelic. It as the color of snow just touching the ground before it is dirtied by mud and stained yellow. Her coat camouflages with the mist around her making her a hard target to pinpoint unless, of course, that cat had grown up in CloudClan with well adapted eyes.

//Eyes// Her eyes pop form her body and burn into others. They are as narrow as a snakes and hold something much more then pure love, especial with the color of amber castcating off of them.

//Whats on the Inside//:

A lovely, sweet warrior, many wouldn't be suprised if she burst into song one day and leaped with the birds. Their is never a frown on her narrowed face, but many look twice and force themselves to look away form her eyes to tell what her true emotion is other then hate. Like her pelt, she is sweet, simply pure. She plays wit hkits and supports apprentices when they are in the nick of trouble. No one suspects a bad thoughts crossing her mind, no one knows what twisted and devilish thoughts really do go in her smart head. They would actually consider her a little out-there with spacey looks and the need for someone to repeat something to her constantly.; it really is all an act.

The eyes are the only sign of wickness; of held inside evil. Deep down she wants to become leader, deep down sarcastic remarks burn off of her, deep down she loves the smell of blood. Windsong would veyr much love to be in power of everything, She is smart, deeplky smart. She can play 16 different personalities if she wanted to and make up the best excuses.

//Tell us a story//:

A rouge named Devil was quick to figure out about the clans, and want to torchure them. Thankfully he didn't get far before a two-leg captured him and sent him away, but he did destroy one she-cat in CelestrailClan, and no one knows.
Puffpelt, a beutiful shit-she cat wit ha pure sweet heart was caught by Devil while wandering out alone after dark. He force-breed her, and warned her that if she told anyone about who he was, he would slay her in the night along wit her brother, Elmclaw. She wearily agreed, worried sick and trying t ofigure outa lie for the first timei nher life. She got away with it by begging a young to min the clan to pretend to his the mother. He agreed, and all was safe and good. Puffpelt was relived she only had one kit, but was heart-broken when she had burning amber eyes instead of soft blue, the only trait she reviled from her father other then a dark heart. She gave her kit a random name, Windkit.
Windpaw trained normally, acted normal, and was fed lies form her foster father and birth mother. She trianed like no other and was known for a sweet heart, but she was already growing flaws. She loved hunting and stalking others n the mist, scaring them when she popped out of no were. And what truley destroyed her was when Puffpelt had white-cough, but when she told about her true father was when she was scarred for life. Windpw no longe rheld in her dark thoughts and pushed them away, she let them free. Soon her heart twisted and put back its broken piece in a dark way.
Windsong was deemed a warrior at exactly 12 moons, and she was as proud as punch. Nothing has changed her since then, except for tthe thought of becoming leader.
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