*FLEETFOOT, deputy*

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,100][atrb=style,padding:10px;border-right:1px solid #ffffff;] [style=border:1px solid #ffffff;background-color:#7D0000;width:100px;height:100px;padding:8px;][/style] [style=border-right:10px solid #FFfFFF;background-color:#7D0000;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#D48C8C;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]WINDCLAN[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#7D0000;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#D48C8C;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]FEMALE[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#7D0000;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#D48C8C;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]37 MOONS[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#7D0000;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#D48C8C;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]DEPUTY[/style] [style=border-right:10px solid #FFfFFF;background-color:#7D0000;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#D48C8C;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]PICTURE[/style]

[atrb=width,400][atrb=style,padding:10px;][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 24px;letter-spacing:-2px; text-align:center;border-bottom:1px solid #ffffff;line-height:85%;color:#D48C8C;]FLEETFOOT[/style][style=font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:10px;text-align:center;margin-top:0px;letter-spacing:0px;color:#FFFFFF;]A FOREST DIVIDED[/style] [style=margin:-20px 30px 10px 30px;text-align:justify;font-family:tahoma;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#8e8e8e;line-height:13px;]Short Appearance Little tan and gray tabby she-cat with black stripes. Appearance Fleetfoot may be a trooper, but with her size, some underestimate her. She doesn't appear kit-like, more like a smaller version of her late grandpa, except she's got darker gray fur and her eyes are a more golden green color, like the sun a few hours before it sets. Many, however, have mistaken her for an apprentice. Her fur is pretty thick, especially on her tail. Her tabby markings are the most apparent on her face, making her look like a mighty little tigress. Fleetfoot's jaw is a bit broad; her head is squarish toward the back but sharpens as you get to the tip of her snout. Fleetfoot's legs are short, of course, but not stocky; she may be small, but isn't dwarf-like. Fleetfoot's forepaws are nice and slender, looking very feminine and elegant. It wouldn't appear that she was built for speed, but she can outpace even the healthiest of hares. Her back haunches are toned from training on the open moor. Her ears, like little pyramids atop her head, sit diligently, alert to sounds. The insides are a healthy pale pink color; when she is hot or embarrassed they glow bright red. The ears are topped with small tufts of tan fur, giving her a wild look. Her hind paws are a bit wider than the ones in front. No major scars, there are a few nicks around her hind legs where cats have tried to grab her, but couldn't get her in their grasps. The fur under her chin and belly is more silver than gray, which is most alluring on a clear and starless night. Her fur is short, except for on her chest, where silvery wisps hang. Fleetfoot's paws are mostly brown, even underneath all of the caked-on dust from her extensive running. Her once soft pink paw pads are now rough and dark, while her nose is its natural rose color. The fur near the nose is black, outlining it in a way that really makes it stand out Personality focused. Fleetfoot is a dutiful cat, who doesn't like to disappoint. Pride for WindClan runs through her veins, but she doesn't go about verbally glorifying it. Trying to stay out of drama and rumors spread around the clan, Fleetfoot focuses much of her attention on training (she loves having apprentices.) Fleetfoot keeps her nose down and just sticks to what she knows won't cause her trouble, and won’t give her clan a bad name. proud. If cats could wear t-shirts, Fleetfoot would have the largest collection of “Team WindClan” shirts around. Even though she doesn’t always outwardly express her pride, she will confront cats if she hears them bad-mouthing her clan. She is a strict follower of the warrior code, but there is one rule that bothers her. She knows she supposed to be loyal to her clan, but she feels that not even a clan can surpass the love of a friend, even if that friend is from another clan. Fleefoot doesn’t know many cats outside of WindClan, so she feels somewhat isolated sometimes. However, she isn't very fond of ShadowClan; they are mysterious and wily, and it annoys her. As an apprentice, she used to cause trouble at Gatherings, shooting ShadowClan apprentices looks that could kill. She's also pretty good with cute little snubs that render even calm cats livid. tough. Fleetfoot is a very sweet cat once she gets to know you. She seems stubborn and disagreeable, but that's so others don't try to pester her. Her worst fears are to lose her freedom or to appear weak before her clan. Weakness, in her opinion, gives others a reason to underestimate what you can do, making it impossible to be respected. Fleetfoot has ambitions, but they don't control her and make her insane. She doesn't wish for a leadership position in the clan, but is willing to lead when she is called upon to do so. She's not afraid to tell the truth and hurt other's feelings; she is very honest in her opinions on others. Fleetfoot isn't rude or completely blunt, but will speak her mind when she feels it is her place to do so. Most of all, she hates when others make comments on her size, or when cats look down on her (literally.) Despite her size, Fleetfoot commands respect with a confident appearance. free. Fleetfoot doesn’t like to feel “held-down.” Sure, she loves being dedicated to her clan and responsibilities, but sometimes she is overwhelmed by the responsibility, even though she refuses to show it. In her spare time, she likes to hunt by herself, especially in the winter time because she doesn't want to be "trapped" inside camp. That doesn't necessarily mean she prefers to be alone, but it lets her focus when she gets time away from others. Though she takes her place in the clan very seriously, Fleetfoot isn’t all business. She genuinely likes spending time with others that genuinely like to spend time with her. It easy for Fleetfoot to tell when someone really wants to be her friend. She can tell that they aren’t trying to gain anything for personal reasons by being around her. History birth. The summer after she became a warrior had been wild. Kitewing, Fleetfoot’s mother, had finally been freed from the ever watchful eyes of her mentor, and it felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. After her vigil, she just wanted to run to each and every edge of WindClan’s territory, and maybe even farther than that. Her best friend had also just become a warrior, and had the rebellious blood of a rogue in her veins. Addertail was her name, and everything about her life was over dramatized. She led the way, and Kitewing followed, hoping to have some fun, and not caring about the consequences. Sure enough, the two got involved with a group of rogue toms. They were thrill seekers, and didn’t care if they lost an eye or a limb. They were determined to have a good time. So the two WindClan warriors would often sneak out with the group and play pranks on not only other clans, but also their own. There were many close calls, but Kitewing was cunning and sneaky. There were about five toms in the group, and Kitewing became romantically involved with two of them. One she publicly decided to dub as ‘her mate’ while the other was kept a secret. Little did she know that her secret partner had deep roots in ShadowClan. Kitewing was growing weary of the constant close calls with the renegade group, and wanted to leave. But her mate convinced her to stay for one last prank. They would invade RiverClan’s camp and steal food. Kitewing herself would take the food while the less recognizable cats would cause a distraction. Of course, the plan had its holes and ended in disaster. Addertail was captured as well as Kitewing’s ‘mate’. She’d abandoned the idea much earlier, and hid back at WindClan camp. Addertail was punished, and surprisingly kept her mouth shut about Kitewing’s involvement. The rogues were never heard from again. Kitewing became pregnant, and promised that she would protect her kits with her life. She didn’t want anything to happen to them, and kept very quiet about their paternity, though even she wasn’t sure who their true father was. The last thing she wanted was for their reputations to be ruined. early life. When Fleetkit and her brother were born, Kitewing, cared for the two of them very well. She named them Rainkit and Fleetkit. Kitewing’s grandfather was called Swiftcloud, and once her daughter was born, Kitewing could see she was the spitting image of him in her. So in keeping to his speedy name, she dubbed her only female kit Fleetkit in his honor. Kitewing never left them alone, and was very protective of them. Kitewing would hardly ever let Fleetkit out to play because of her size. She worried that she'd be made fun of or hurt by bigger kits. Fleetkit grew tired of Kitewing constantly fussing over her, and began to sneak out when she was napping, so she could play with other kits. She learned how to stick up for herself and that the outside world wasn't as bad as Kitewing had described. Fleetkit spent little time with her brother; she found him boring because he never tried to get away from Kitewing, and that annoyed her. She didn't let it bother her and she just bonded with the other kits, and even a few apprentices. Fleetkit felt she had to be the independent one, to appear strong to her Clan mates and make up for her nonchalant excuse for a brother. She was curious about the things warriors did: why they went out every day on patrols, why they held vigils for fallen warriors, why they were given the names they were given. Fleetkit began to ask apprentices about the practices of the clan, and the warrior codes were soon explained to her. So at a young age, she was introduced to clan life, and she liked how organized it seemed. Some of her friends that were kits began to stop playing with her because she was allegedly "boring". Fleetkit also began to play too rough for the kits and they often banned her from games. This secretly hurt her, but she blew it off and called them "childish and stupid". Fleetkit couldn't wait to be an apprentice, and as she neared her fifth moon, the clan was soon swept over by a bought of greencough. The medicine cat at the time could barely keep up with the disease, worrying where it would strike next. Eventually, the effects of greencough came down upon Kitewing and Rainkit. Rainkit, who wasn't the healthiest of individuals, lasted about a week. Kitewing fought it hard, but slowly wasted away before Fleetkit's eyes. Not being able to stand so much suffering, Fleetkit avoided her mother. The night she died, Fleetkit awoke to a stench that made her want to vomit. She couldn't even recognize the once beautiful queen. They sat vigil for her body, and Fleetkit was one of the few who stayed up the whole night for her. There were so many things Fleetkit hadn’t learned from Kitewing yet, and she wasn’t sure if she’d ever learn them. growing up. A few days after the death of Kitewing, Fleetkit’s apprentice ceremony was held. She was so numb on the inside, it was easy to fake a smile and pretend everything was okay. An older warrior called Hawkflight was named as her mentor. It hadn't been easy for Fleetpaw. She failed to cope with her mother's death. She worked very hard for the first few moons of her apprenticeship, running in the moor through the thick grasses, improving her endurance while running. At her first gathering, Molepaw, a ShadowClan apprentice, commented on the size of Fleetpaw. She replied curtly, "At least I'm not named for blind prey that smells like dirt." This got a rise out of Molepaw, which she liked. She made a tradition of angering at least one ShadowClan apprentice every time she went to a gathering. Fleetpaw's loved the apprentice den, because it was rowdy, loud, and never boring. She felt bad that Rainkit couldn't have joined her; she knew he had potential to become a bit more fun. As she neared the midpoint in her apprenticeship, she couldn't help but wonder who her father was. When she'd ask Kitewing about it as a kit, she'd avoid it by murmuring sweet nothings into her ear or changing the subject. To this day it's been a thorn in her paw; she's believes it’s important to her heritage. She'd ask around, but most warriors ignored her or distracted her with a task. Fleetpaw wondered if they knew anything either, but then began to suspect that they didn’t want her to know anything. adulthood. On the night of her ceremony, she sat vigil with two other apprentices who had been made warriors, Frostfur and Harefoot. After that night, they gradually became her closest friends. The oldest was a beautiful tom with ice-blue eyes, and his sister was a fast she-cat warrior like herself. They would always race each other in their spare time, or have contests on who could catch the most prey the quickest. The two were like Fleetfoot's family that she never had. The three were each granted apprentices of their own, and Fleetfoot was ecstatic. She organized training exercises that not only taught the apprentices everything they needed to know, but also were a blast for their mentors. Once, Fleetfoot had the tom take the apprentices out on the moor for a ‘hunting patrol’. The two she-cats surprised their students by disguising their scents and ambushing them. It was a day Fleetfoot would never forget, and it had nearly been the happiest moment in her life to see her first apprentice, taking charge and controlling the situation well. She had been strict with the little black tom, and was sure he would be a great warrior. The day of his final exam only brought heartbreak. Her apprentice was tragically stricken by a monster and killed instantly; he hadn’t heard his mentor’s warnings in time. Fleetfoot grieved shortly for her apprentice, but her pain would’ve been a lot worse if her friend hadn’t been there to comfort her. She was convinced that she had pushed the apprentice too hard, and he had been the one to remind her that it had been a complete accident. After her apprentice had become a warrior, the sister realized she was sought after by many toms, and began to focus more on toms rather than her friends. Her brother and Fleetfoot never once said anything bad about her, though. Eventually, they grew apart and the group just consisted of the white tom and her. Even worse, it seemed that the tom was beginning to fall for Fleetfoot. Fleetfoot told him constantly that she only wanted to be his friend, and wanted to focus more on her life as a warrior. He persisted, and Fleetfoot became bitter with him and began to avoid him. It took time for him to see that he needed to move on, and although Fleetfoot was relieved, she was upset that she had to lose her closest friend. After many moons, Fleetfoot was given yet another apprentice. It hurt Fleetfoot that he looked so similar to the white tom, who was also his father. Despite this, she taught her apprentice well and he became a strong and quick-footed warrior. Now more than ever, Fleetfoot can’t help but think about her unknown father. She hasn’t had an apprentice in a while, so has nothing better to think about. Fleetfoot will go on patrols, with a distracting haze floating around her. The WindClan warrior hopes to uncover the truth soon so she can once again regain her focus and training. the next step. Nearing Fleetfoot’s 28th moon, the leader of WindClan began to fall ill. After Toadstar’s death, the clan had a dark haze hanging over them. There weren't many reliable senior warriors to choose from, so Bearstar picked a younger warrior. Fleetfoot was suprised when she was selected to succeed the deputy. For about a week, Fleetfoot was in a state of shock. She hadn't even known that she had been a candidate for this, and wasn't sure what to think anymore. Pulling herself together, she began organizing patrols. Now, after being WindClan’s deputy for nearly ten moons, Fleetfoot is finally beginning to adjust to the responsibilities required from her, even after the recent fiasco with ThunderClan and RiverClan. She is doing her best to help accomodate the temporary guests, and even hopes to earn some friendships in the process even though their stay has been stressful for her and Bearstar. Roleplay Sample “Ravenpaw! If you don’t keep your tail down while you stalk, I’m going to hold it down for you.” It may have been her apprentice’s final evaluation, but that wasn’t going to stop Fleetfoot from giving Ravenpaw her famous brand of advice. She glanced over at Frostfur, who was softly chuckling to himself while keeping his eyes on his own apprentice, Daisypaw. Fleetfoot nudged him with her paw. “Oh, what are you laughing at?,” Fleetfoot murmured, her light green eyes still focused on every move Ravenpaw made. “It’s his last hunt out as an apprentice; you don’t have to embarrass the poor thing.” Fleetfoot rolled her eyes. “It’s my last hunt with him as his mentor; you don’t have to lecture me. He still needs all the help he can get.” She had said all of this with a smile; she knew Frostfur was right. However, she couldn’t help but be a little bit hard on her apprentice; it was her way of showing him that she cared. She watched Ravenpaw and saw that the black tom had obeyed, keeping his tail low to the ground as he inched forward slowly. Fleetfoot felt a bit guilty now; she could’ve potentially scared off all the prey in the area. As she continued to watch, she saw her apprentice disappear behind a tall stock of grass. A small sigh exited her lungs. Frostfur looked over at her, somewhat concerned. “Is there something wrong? Did Ravenpaw forget to put his left paw in front of his right?” Fleetpaw smirked at him playfully, shaking her head. “No, it’s not that. It’s just… hmm. I really am gonna miss that little furball. He actually is ready to take care of himself.” Frostfur blinked softly. “He is ready, Fleetfoot. You did a really great job. I know you were worried about him, and I’ll admit, I was too. He was just so small… but he really has proved himself, hasn’t he? I mean, you’re pretty small yourself, and you turned out alright.” Fleetfoot nodded, smiling at his joke. She knew that Frostfur had a point. It wasn’t fair to underestimate Ravenpaw just because he was little, which she didn’t; she knew how it felt to not be taken seriously just because of her size. Frostfur yawned. “I think I’m going to check on Daisypaw. I’ll see you later.” Fleetfoot dipped her head in goodbye to the white tom, who proceeded to bound through the thick grass just uphill from them. Fleetfoot glanced around, from where she had last seen Ravenpaw, to the nearby Thunderpath just a few foxlengths away. The road had been relatively quiet, which pleased Fleetfoot. StarClan knows how much prey those monsters stir up when the rush by, she thought. After what felt like ages, Fleetfoot was ready to go look for Ravenpaw. Surely, he had caught something by now. Taking a few steps forward, Fleetfoot crouched suddenly when she heard rustling grass nearby. Looking carefully, she saw the grass was splitting straight toward her. Before she could even take a few steps backward, a large hare, nearly the size of herself, burst through the brush, barely knocking into the warrior. Luckily for Fleetfoot, the animal decided to veer to the left just before colliding into her. The she-cat hissed in surprise, and watched the hare bound down through the ditch just before the Thunderpath. Before Fleetfoot could begin to regain her bearings, another creature streaked past her, and it seemed to be in hot pursuit of the hare. Looking carefully, she caught sight of unkempt black fur flowing in the breeze. Ravenpaw, she thought, a little bit annoyed. Why was he pursuing prey that was much faster than himself? As she was about to scold the young cat, she didn’t notice that the hare had at last reached the Thunderpath, rushing across the road. Ravenpaw was not about to slow down, either. “Ravenpaw, it’s a lost cause! Stay where you are at!” The young tom didn’ hear his mentor’s cries, and followed the hare in hot pursuit. “Stop!” Fleetfoot sprinted after her apprentice, quickly reaching the ditch. Out of nowhere, a bright red flash passed right before Fleetfoot. She stumbled backward, flinching at the great wind that the monster had brought with it. StarClan, no! In its wake, the monster had left behind a tiny lump of fur on the road. For a brief, wonderful moment, Fleetfoot thought it had been the hare that the monster had struck, not her apprentice. But it was too good to be true; the fur had the same dark hue as the little tom. Before Fleetfoot could even begin to grasp what had happened, Frostfur and Daisypaw had appeared beside her. Daisypaw had already run out to Ravenpaw, nudging his body, encouraging him to get up. It was all too much for Fleetfoot to take in. She wanted to turn and just run, run for miles until she couldn’t anymore. Instead, she found herself unable to move, unable to think. She heard Frostfur’s voice, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. She didn’t want to try. Ravenpaw was dead. Fleetfoot felt as if she was standing in a field of deep snow; she couldn’t move a muscle, and she felt chillingly cold. She felt Frostfur pressing himself against her shoulder in attempt to comfort her, but she hardly paid any attention. Fleetfoot could only see the little body directly across the road from her, and a great feeling of guilt quickly consumed her. She had failed as a mentor, and she wouldn't forgive herself until moons to come. [/style][style=font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:10px;text-align:center;margin-top:0px;letter-spacing:0px;color:#FFFFFF;]CODED BY RAIN OF ON THE EDGE![/style]

[Stoney]

Fleetfoot is so adorable and fierce<3 WELCOME TO THE SITE NY NY NY.

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