A small tom, with bright, emerald eyes that snuff any flame; beauty in both femininity, and masculinity. A stunner; though, never good enough. Longs for that family, though, may never receive. A loner who turns his back on the world, but truly a young lad who was left behind; envious, yet affectionate; a perpetually self-damning prophecy . . .

Sired by ? and Born by ?, Willowkit has Where have you gone? I've forgotten you been raised primarily by ShadowClan as a whole. His parents? Gone. Gone. Gone– Out of the picture . . . Though who needs parents, anyway? Certainly not Willowkit, for he is a ShadowClanner, by heart and blood and soul; forever.