[Mistletoe]

~Basics~

Name: Lavendersnap
Clan/Affiliation: Windclan
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/her
Rank: Elder
Age: 75 moons

~Appearance~
Scars: Her left ear is torn so bad she can’t hear out of it.
Fur color: She is a
Fur length: She has mid-length fur.
Grey hair: She is speckled with grey fur all around her pelt. However it lingers mostly around her muzzle and paws.
Eye color: Pale yellow.
Size: She is a little smaller than average.

~Personality~
Quick overview:
She is a sweet and gentle molly. She never hesitates to brighten up another cat’s day. She will never intentionally over step another cat’s boundaries. She has a quiet motherly air about her. She doesn’t usually speak up about her feelings or problems, not even when asked. Wisdom has not come with age for her. She is a bit naive and a bit slow. Preferring to believe the best in every cat.
Fears:
She’s afraid that her loved ones will get hurt.
Temperament:
She has an easy temper. Always willing to forgive and forget. Never able to stay mad for long.
First impression of them may be:
That she is slow and gentle.
Habits:
She purrs to punctuate almost every sentence. If it’s a happy one of course.
What trait do they look down on other cats for having?:
Aggression. She thinks every situation can be fixed peacefully.
Worst quality:
She easily forgiving nature. It has gotten her into trouble many times.
Best quality:
Her way of being kind and positive. It has made her many allies and few enemies.
General outlook on life:
Positive! She’s a glass half full kind of cat.
Fun facts!: WIP

~Skills~
Greatest strength:
Kit sitting. She loves to entertain kits with her stories.
Greatest weakness:
Fighting. She’s a bit too old to move around that quickly.
Intermediate skills ranked best to worst:
Den building. She has years of knowledge under her paws. She knows how to gather and weave. Although it may happen slowly she can make it good quality. Herb gathering. She loves to go on walks on the moor and will sometimes ask the medicine cat what they need to help them. Hunting. She is too slow to chase rabbits across the moor like she used too.
What are they currently working on:
Planting flowers around her den. She’s been cleaning it up after a few moons of unuse and wants it to look nice.
What skill do they most admire and why:
Hunting. She used to be quite the expert in her day.
What skill do they think is unnecessary and why:
None, really. She does think warriors put too much emphasis on fighting. She thinks most problems can be solved with words not claws.

~Relationships~
Friends:
None yet!
Best friends:
None yet!
Enemies:
None yet!
Cats they don’t like for no reason:
None yet!
Cats they know but aren’t really friends with per say: Rabbit.
Parents:
Long gone.
Mentor(s):
None
Cats they want to befriend:
Softpaw.
Cats they love to pick fights with:
No never.
How do they feel about their clan:
She loves her clan. When she was a warrior she always did her best to help out. Now even as an elder she hopes to bring cheer to the sometimes harsh reality of clan life.
How do they feel about their clan mates as a whole?:
She feels that she can rely on her clan mates to take care of her as she took care of them.
How do their clan mates view them?:
Probably very positively.

~Backstory~
(No questions just rapid fire what happened to them)

Lavendersnap had an easy kithood. Surrounded by playmates, loving parents, and a clan that took care of her. She grew up happy and content. Her apprenticeship was much the same. She continued to be friends with her kithood besties as they trained and learned together. She picked up the skills of hunting much faster than fighting and became a great provider for her clan, able to hunt in the fiercest of leaf bare’s. She gained her warrior name on time at twelve moons and started her warrior life with much excitement. Nothing but tragedy followed. Her parents died before their time. She was wounded deeply by this loss and it followed her through her young warrior moons. Her mentor died when she was around 20 moons. She gently refused to train many apprentices while she was mourning them. She became quieter and solemn. She was never able to get over this loss. During her moons as a senior warrior many cats of her generation passed away, leaving her the only survivor. Much more deeply wounded now her senior warrior days were haunted by the shadow of the cats she has lost. She never tried to push forward and for this reason she never found a mate or trained an apprentice. However, the peace and quiet of being the only elder in her clan has given her the time she needed to step away from clan life and start to heal. She is much more content now and while she still carries those she loves in her heart she is ready to start to support her clan again. After four quiet moons of being retired she is reentering clan life. She wants to be there for her clanmates who have had a ruff time. To support them and give them a kind peaceful place to come and get away from the whirlwind of clan life and heal. She knows she’s not very wise so won’t be able to advise the Windclan higher ups or much of anyone. However, she hopes by listening and brightening up her clanmate’s lives she can continue to help and serve her clan.