Cloudhaze

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Name:

Cloudhaze.

Age:

40 Moons.

Gender:

Female.

Clan:

ThunderClan.

Rank:

Queen.

Picture:

Click.

Appearance:

Cloudhaze is a mostly white she-cat with splotches of black and gray over her head, back, haunches, tail, legs, and belly. She is named Cloudhaze for the hazy gray color that mixes in with the black and white. She is an average sized ThunderClan she-cat, with long legs, a long tail, and muscular body. She is pointy ears and keen blue eyes. Cloudhaze's eyes were a trait passed onto her kits. Her fur is thick and short, very soft to the touch.

Personality:

Cloudhaze is a very caring, thoughtful she-cat. She is gentle to her clan mates, and respectful but sometimes harsh around the other clans. She would protect her clan, and especially her kits, with her life. She is very protective of them and won't take any bad or doubtful comments about them from any cat. She derives respect from her clan mates and in turn, she shows respect back to them. She still grieves over the loss of her mate, Mossfur, but is happy that she has kits to love and protect. She is usually quiet and a more peaceful cat in her clan; she won't rush into battle without thinking about it first.

History:

Cloudhaze was born in the ThunderClan nursery 40 moons ago. She was born to a very protective mother and an always away father who she rarely saw. Sometimes she forgot she even had a father until the day he was struck on the ThunderPath while she was only 3 moons old. She would never forget her mother's anguish when warriors brought back her mate, dead while his blood dripped on the ground. From that point on she was always terrified of the ThunderPath, and even as an apprentice she rarely went near it. She trained as hard as she could though, wanting to be the best warrior she possibly could. On the day of her ceremony she could almost imagine her father looking down with pride and love from the stars. As a warrior she still fought and hunted as much as she could, and tried to stay away from the other cats. Then she met Mossfur, a gentle but battle-ready tom that would jump into battle to protect any of his clan mates. Two two cats fell in love, but before the kits were born Mossfur died at the claws of a badger. When her kits were born she loved them all with the same care and ferocity.