Sparrowflight

Cat Name: Sparrowflight

Gender: She-cat

Age: 18 moons

Favorite Warriors Characters: Sandstorm, Spottedleaf, Graystripe, Whitestorm

Appearance: Sparrowflight is a short furred, slender, grey and white she-cat. Most of her back, head, face, and tail is grey, while her neck, stomach and paws are white, as well as the tip of her tail. Her eyes are bright green.

Personality: Sparrowflight is a fairly social cat, usually spending time with at least one other cat. She is civil with other cats she doesn’t know (i.e., kittypets, loners, rogues, and cats from other clans), but there is an air of distrust until she knows a cat well enough to trust them. She doesn’t place her trust easily, usually rather skittish around large groups of cats she doesn’t know (except at gatherings). She does have quite a temper and speaks her mind a bit too often which can get her into trouble.

Special Traits: Very sharp claws, slender enough to squirm out of holds in battle/fit into small places.

Weaknesses: Not too good at staying quiet when hunting, too prideful, jumps into things too quickly, weaker than most cats.

Family: Jayflight (deceased) Winter (deceased) (both died in an attack by some dogs)

History/Origins: Sparrowflight was born to a loner and a warrior, though she doesn’t know what clan he came from. They lived peacefully, her learning to hunt from her father and living with her mother. They had named her Sparrow. Once she turned two moons old, however, Winter came home with fear in her green eyes. Her white fur was bristled and Jayflight was immediately at her side, trying to figure out what was wrong with her.
Winter said something about dogs, but Sparrow was too young to know what was happening. All she knew was that Jayflight ran from their small make-shift den and told Winter to stay with Sparrow and protect her at any cost. There was yowling and barking, and Winter stayed with Sparrow as long as she could. After a few moments, she told the young kit to go out the hole in the back of their den and run. She told her to run as fast as her paws would carry her and never look back. Sparrow was scared, but she knew that her mother wouldn’t tell her to do anything that wasn’t the best for her.

Sparrow ran. Sparrow ran as far as her tiny paws could carry her and the barks and yowls faded into the distance. Eventually, she found herself wandering through the first snowfall she’d ever witnessed. It was cold and dark and she could feel her belly rumbling from a long day without any food. She collapsed, letting out a pathetic mew.

She was heard by a Medicine cat (at that time), and was brought in by her. She was nursed to health, kept in the nursery, and finally became an apprentice. She served her mentor and clan as best she could, becoming a Warrior when she was 17 moons old.