Hazelstar [Windclan]

Slender, and long legged this she-cat was made for running. While the wind soars through her short fur, her long claws grip the ground for balance. While she's made for running, she can be strong as well although her speed beats her strength by a milestone.

Her fur consist of only one solid color, brown. Hazel brown to be exact. While her short fur is only one solid color her paw pads are a rich, soft pink. While her tail is long and thin.

Her ears are large, making her able to hear many things. While her nose is a gentle brown. Her whiskers stick out amongst her brown fur, since they hold the color of snow.

Known to be noble and wise, but to herself Hazelstar believes she's a forgotten mistake. From when she was young she had often gotten into trouble and had made many, many foolish mistakes. From her time as a kit all the way to her current time to Windclan's leader she has learned from her mistakes and strives to be the leader that Windclan deserves.

When she's not trying to be a leader and simply being herself, she's kind and fun to be around with. She misses the old days when she had ran around with Stormpaw, and Frostpaw, always sticking her nose into some other cat's business.

Her greatest weakness is her ability to trust everyone, she always believes someone should get a second chance no matter what and this is her greatest flaw. She can easily be deceived because of this. When she is betrayed if affects her deeply often putting her in a state of depression. She also has trouble letting others go, she has trouble loosing cats.

A touching love story had brought about the birth of one of Windclan's greatest leaders. They had been Marshfur, a shy she-cat with a gentle heart, and Mouseclaw, a short, nervous tom. Marshfur was always very beautiful, but was often ignored. She was too quiet, she wasn't noticeable. But he noticed her, he always had. They had merely talked once, back when they were apprentices. It was short, it was sweet.

Mouseclaw remembered her words the moment he awoke each day, he was so very much in love. Unfortunately the tom was trapped, he was too nervous to even try to speak to her. It wasn't until he was twenty-eight moons old that he dared to speak to her. Marshfur was surprised, but never less she was pleased.

The pair soon fell in love, it wasn't long before they were expecting kits. They were both small, scrawny warriors, it was hardly questionable that only one kit had been born. She was a beautiful mix of the two, she carried her father's pelt, her mother's eyes. They had named her Hazelkit, after the color of her fur.

Hazelkit grew up being so very much loved, her mother bestowed gentle words, and her father adored her. It was a shock to the pair when they discovered their daughter was a trouble-maker. Hazelkit often had found herself accompanied by Frostkit and Stormpaw. The trio did their best to make sure the clan was disgruntled.

They ruined the Medicine Cat herbs, Lilyheart and Magicpaw had been angry. Escape out of camp, Hailstar wasn't pleased with this. Not to mention attacking the older warriors for fun, this angered pretty much everyone. Fortunately for the kits Hailstar was never harsh with them and usually just sent them to bed early without a meal.

As an apprentice Hazelpaw was given one of the stricter warriors, Buzzardclaw. He was usually very uptight, and because of his stern attitude she found herself rebelling even more. It had grown into something more than fun, she was doing it to be noticed. To prove to others she wasn't some quiet pansy like her parents.

This was the prelude to Hazelstar's biggest downfall. As usual the she-cat was hiding down in the underground tunnels, something she discovered a couple moons ago. But to her dismay she wasn't alone, another cat was there. And he was Shadowclan.

Cocky, as usual she held no fear. She charged, barraging into the tom's chest. Wildpaw, the tom, had been surprised. Like her he had been escaping from the outside world. He was fed up with being treated like a kit, and like her he was too arrogant to fix it.

Instantly the pair became friends, as soon as they came over their difference of course. They met every night, they vented on what they hated, they laughed, they even cried. When Mouseclaw died it had been the worst for Hazelpaw. Without confronting anyone she raced out into those tunnels, and cried into Wildpaw's chest. He was the only one she even dared to like these days.

When she became a warrior everybody was surprised to see her slowly mold herself into a different cat. Because of Wildpaw, now Wilkdstrike, she had learned to accept things the way they came. She didn't want to rebel anymore, she wanted to simply contribute to her clan. She would follow the code, she'd do everything to prove her worth.

Except give him up. They were in love and nothing could stop them. Every night they met, sometimes they'd just go to be in each other's company. They'd never talk, just simply lay and gaze up at the stars. Hazelwing would do anything for him, and he'd do anything for her.

When the cool airs of Leaf-bare rolled into moors, was when Hazelwing noticed she was expecting kits. The news itself hardly shocked her, in fact she was excited to bear his kits. With a cheery smile she raced to the tunnels, her fur bristling in anticipation.

He'll be so happy. Eyes bright she padded into the tunnels, they had come here so much that only a single scent could be defined. It was them, these tunnels were theirs.

"Wildstrike." she murmured in greeting. The air was quiet, nothing uttered a sound. "Wildstrike?" she murmured once more, her voice slowly faded. He wasn't here, why wasn't he here? They had met every night, since they were apprentices. Why wasn't he here?!

Wildly she paced up and down the ancient stone walls, her eyes desperate for his form. But Wildstrike was never found. He never was not that night, nor the following. Too afraid to trespass onto Shadowclan territory she awaited the next Gathering with dread. Afraid of what she might find, what she might hear.

"We're unfortunate to report one of our warriors had been murdered a few sunrises ago. He had been Wildstrike, son of Whispertail and Blizzardfoot." Pausing Fernstar closed his eyes in grief, "He will be remembered for what he had given to the clan." Hazelwing stood frozen to the ground, her eyes wide with terror. Her stomach heavy with kits, not a single tear fell. She couldn't even hear the words as the clans debated where his murdered could be. Not even did she hear who it was.

She couldn't breath.

The next morning Hazelwing awoke with a tremendous headache, while her hips were heavily bruised. It had was explained to her that she had fainted, and had fallen pretty badly. The medicine cat slowly explained to her that her kits might have been damaged in the ordeal. The chances of them being deformed, or stillborn was pretty high.

This was when the tears finally shed. Alone in the nursery the she-cat let every salty drop hit the floor, she stayed there for quite some time. Never did she leave, only when her tears couldn't fall anymore did she go outside.

A moon later the she-cat's kits were due. Hazelwing's attitude had hardly adjusted from the gathering, she wasn't rebelling, she wasn't proving anything. She was the shell of a once great cat. When the kits finally gave way to this world, she did nothing but cry. They only reminded her of Wildstrike.

It was a shame that only one survived, the other two were stillborn. The little kit had been a tom, golden eyes, gray and white pelt. An exact replica of her love. Wildkit was the only name that could ever come close to fitting him. And that's what she named him, after his father.

Like the Medicine cat had warned her he had been born deformed. Not in the usual way but he did have a fault with his body. His immune system was extremely weak, if he were exposed to any sort of disease, death was the outcome. Lilyheart had warned her that Wildkit wouldn't have a long life with his condition, at any given moment he could die.

Protective as she was, Hazelwing led him a sheltered life. The only friend Wildkit had was his mother. Because of him the queen slowly began to smile once more, a new light had been given to her. Wildkit gradually became her life, her everything. Every night before she went to bed she'd prey to Starclan to not take him away, to please let him live.


"Mama, watch this." The little tom squeaked, his gray pelt fluffed up in excitement. Hazelwing grinned, "I'm watching." The fragile tom leaped into the air, and before he touched the nursery floor he did a complete turn around, while swiping the air.

A smile stretched from cheek to cheek as Hazelwing watched her son practice his battle moves, "Very good, Wildkit. Your going to be the strongest warrior in the clan." Wildkit skid to a halt, shyly he scraped the nursery floor. "I don't know about that Mama." he meowed. Hazelwing's smile faded, "And why not?"

"The other kits said I was too small, Briarkit told me I was weak." He meowed quietly, Hazelwing's eyes narrowed, "Why would he say that?" Wildkit glanced away before speaking. As if he was scared to say what was on his mind, "He told me that Ravenstream told him to be careful when playing with me." pausing he meowed softer, "Because I'm going to die soon."

Hazelwing's eyes widened, "Your--don't-" Tears began to fall, as the she-cat hushed her kit not to speak, to not believe such a thing. He wasn't going to die, starclan couldn't be so cruel. They couldn't take him away from her.

When Wildkit reached his fourth moon, Starclan found it in their hearts to do such a cruel thing. Green-cough had ravaged the camp, Hazelwing did her best to keep everyone away from her kit, her life. But Wildkit caught it.


The little tom's chest hardly rose with each breath, they were becoming shallower each time. His nose streamed with mucus, while his eyes were covered in crust. He could could hardly open them.

Hazelwing watched in horror as her only memory of Wildstrike died before her. She watched as the only smile she could ever muster wither away into nothing. As his breaths grew dimmer and dimmer she found herself pleading to starclan,
"Please don't take him away, please don't take my son with you."

Wildkit stopped breathing as Dawn's first rays came into view.


The epidemic not only took Wildkit from the clan, Midnightstreak, the clan's deputy had died as well. Maybe it was because Hailstar was generous, or perhaps he was just pitying her. Hazelwing had been chosen as the new deputy.

Without a single care left in this world she silently accepted the position. As she padded towards her new spot as deputy beneath the Tall-Rock, an older voice stopped her.


"Wait right there young lady." Marshfur meowed, her voice was cracked with age. But she still held her gentle demeanor, "I don't want my daughter to mope around all her life." Pausing she smiled a sad smile, "It's all you've been doing since you became a warrior."

Hazelwing looked away, "You don't understand." Marshfur's brow creased with worry, "Listen here, and listen now."

"You have been given much more to deal with then the average cat. You have been through so much, and it's a miracle your still standing here today. Because of this you should rejoice. Don't cry your life away, every cat has their downfalls. Every cat has their wounds, but each time they get stronger." Closing her eyes she leaned in closer,

"Just live your life to the fullest." With a smile she backed away, her muzzle was stained with fine gray hairs, but she was still Mother. "Remember I still love you." Hazelwing watched as her mother padded away, it was finally time to take what she said to heart.


Hazelwing's mother died a few sunrises later, due to a heart attack. She wasn't nearly as old as some elders, but she wasn't young. A death caused by old age, unusual for most clan cats.

It wasn't until a few moons later that Hazelwing became leader. Hailstar had died during a tussle with a fox, the clan was left in Hazelwin's paws. It was up to her to prove she could care for them as a clanmate, as mentor, as a friend, as mother, as a warrior, as a leader.

She would do this for her clan, and not for anyone else.