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[stormbringer]

[Greenheart]
[Her green eyes reflect her heart…?]

[she-cat]
[windclan]
[₂₈ moons]
[warrior ]

____________[LOOKS]

With a lithe frame and lightening speed, Greenheart is a WindClan cat to the core. Her pelt is calico by definition. Her pelt is a white base, with large splotches of tortoiseshell, as opposed to splotches of separate rust and black. Her Tortie part are about a fifty five forty five blend, with a slight majority leaning towards warm rust as opposed to smoky black. Her tortoiseshell patches cover virtually all of her body except from her chest and all along her underside, and her front paws.

Her face is longer, with high triangular ears. The left half is almost entirely black, while the right half is almost entirely brown. Her nose is small and pink. Greenheart’s eyes lend her the name, as they are a deep shade of forest green.

Her build is slight, though perhaps she’s a little short for a WindClan cat. She makes up for it in compact speed, and is a good sprinter when needed for the final leg of a rabbit hunt. She’s not overly muscular, or two scrawny, and her coat is short and close in Greenleaf, thickening and getting denser for leafbare.

____________[PERSONA]

Greenheart is a gentle she-cat. Her loyalties lie strictly with WindClan and she is willing to fight tirelessly for them, but the violence is not what draws her. It’s the loyalty to her Clan that sends strength to her to injure others. She tends to form close bonds, and can be shy. She’s a just cat, with a strong conscience. She adheres to the warrior code as strictly as is possible, and believes in StarClan in the purest way.

Her greatest strength is her pure heart, and her greatest fault is her belief that all cats are good, and that no cat is completely evil. Therefore, it is hard for her to kill any other cat, even in the most justified of situations. She allows herself to be burdened by guilt and has a sort of fear of emotions that are too strong – Greenheart sometimes acts irrationally and tries to avoid that by keeping calm.

____________[HISTORY]

Greenheart (originally Greenkit) was apprenticed at six moon (then becoming Greenpaw) and trained hard, learning to fight well and taking to hunting like a fish to water. She was out hunting with her brother, Skypaw, one day, and they were after a rabbit. Skypaw was even faster than she was, so he sprinted ahead, chasing the rabbit before it could duck into its warren. However, they were close to the RiverClan border, and the rabbit took a sharp left, running along the very edge of the Gorge. Skypaw followed it along the edge, kicking up dust. Greenpaw yowled a warning, and he nodded to her, to show her he understood she feared for his safety. The rabbit turned left again, away from the Gorge, and Skypaw immediately veered at a ninety degree angle to follow. He put all his weight on his hind paws so he could shoot off like a cannon and catch the hare for good. However, he’d forgotten that by swiveling, he had nothing behind him. All his strength pulled him downward, and he was plunged into the rapids. His body was never found.

Greenpaw was made a warrior alone, and has only recently stopped blaming herself for her brother’s death. Her mother tried to search for Skypaw’s body in the river, and she was recovered – drowned. Her father’s grief and loss compelled him to leave, and she’s heard rumors her is a loner somewhere around Twolegplace. Now she’s alone in her clan. However, she’s taken to hunting rabbits with the same speed her brother once had, and hunts away from the Gorge when possible, though she will hunt near it if she has to.

____________[IC]

Greenheart concentrated deeply. Her ears were set forward, her tail almost perfectly horizontal. The sun was setting, dyeing the moor rusty red and casting black shadows – she felt herself blending in nicely. Head low, she opened her mouth and inhaled. The scent of a rabbit wafted to her on the breeze in her face. Her mind fell back to the lesson of her young apprenticeship – the rabbit will smell you and the mouse will feel you. And she was downwind.

Allowing herself a small grin, Greenheart crept forward – closer to her prey. Soon she could see it, in a patch of shorter grass. She was at the edge of a slight, gentle slope, looking down on the large hare. His overly long ears twitched, and she stilled, dropping to the ground. But the rabbit hadn’t sensed the danger of her presence, and dropped his head to graze on the grass.

Greenheart slunk forward, now being as quiet as she could, and locked her emerald eyes on the rabbit. His head came up, and turned ever so slightly. With the next motion, he would see her clearly. Greenheart leapt, covering several feet before hitting the ground. Her long legs churned, dust puffing up from the impact of her hind paws. The rabbit reacted as well, taking off at a dead sprint away from her, zigzagging wildly. However, Greenheart had gotten in closer than she normally did. She swerved with him, taking the sharp angles in stride easily, rotating her shoulders to giver her direction, hind legs pushing her forward in powerful strides. She felt agile and free, and as the rabbit made a final, desperate dash in a straight line to the burrow that had come into sight, Greenheart thrust all her power in with her hind legs, stretching out her white forepaws with unsheathed claws. They caught on the rabbit’s fur, and before it could shriek, she pulled it close and bit its neck, turning and skidding as she did so.

Greenheart stood from her stopping crouch, rabbit held firmly in her jaws, and started off at a light trot to collect the other two she’d managed to catch. One was buried near an old badger set not far at all from the site of her most recent kill. She collected that one first, taking the smaller rabbit into her mouth as well. The first rabbit she’d caught had been almost directly outside the camp. Greenheart turned towards it and returned home, dropping the two rabbits in the fresh-kill pile, though there was plenty there already. Then she retrieved the one outside the camp, and retired to and outer wall near the warriors den to eat it.

The rabbit was plump, soft, and flavorful. She savored the bounty and warmth of the new green-leaf, and thanked StarClan for this time of bounty. Thinking of StarClan, her mind darted to Skypaw – she’d managed to stay away from the Gorge in her hunting, but still. Skypaw had been the best at hunting rabbits, even better than a few of the warriors. Had he lived, Greenheart had no doubt that he could have caught five or six in the time she had taken to catch three. With a sigh, she tucked in the last bits of rabbit, refusing to waste even a scrap of the fresh-kill wealth. Even though she’d lost her appetite.

She buried the bones just outside the camp, and circled around, against the outer wall, opposite the entry. Leaning against the strong wall, she looked to the sky. The last light was fading, and she watched for the first stars to prick through and shine. Many moons had passed since her father’s disappearance, and her mother’s death. And even more had passed since Skypaw had gone over the edge. She could still see the terror in his mismatched eyes. One was as green as hers were, and the other was sky-blue. That was why he was called Skypaw. He always said that they should include his other eye in his warrior name. Actually, Skypaw believed you should choose your warrior name. Greenpaw hadn’t been sure, but her older brother (by about two minutes) was always the leader of the two of them. So together, in the darkness of the apprentice den and unable to sleep, they had decided their warrior names. Skypaw’s, they’d decided, would be Skygreen, and young Greenpaw’s would be Greensky, and they would match forever, brother and sister bound together by their very names.

“Of course,” Greenpaw had reminded him, “When you become clan leader, you can be Skystar.”

“And you can be my deputy!” Skypaw had yowled. An older apprentice stirred in his sleep, and both cats hit the ground in the same instant, faking sleep. Greenpaw had watched with nearly-closed eyes as the older apprentice look around blearily, then shrugged and went back to sleep. She giggled, and Skypaw giggled, and soon they were back to back, laughing quietly. And slowly, very slowly, they’d fallen asleep, back to back, smiles placed gently on their young, innocent faces.

The next day, Skypaw was gone.

Greenheart shook her head, as if to clear it of such thoughts. Her emerald eyes went upwards, and the first stars began top shine. Near the center of Silverpelt was one she swore had not existed until the night Skypaw had died, and she was sure it was him. Not only because of when it had appeared, but it was a greenish bluish color. With another quiet sigh, Greenheart made her way back in to sleep until dawn washed away the stars, and the sun shone in the sky again.


____________[FAMILY]

Cloudflame – mother, deceased Ridgefoot – father, loner
Skypaw – brother, deceased

____________[PASSWORD]

Aurora