Rushfur of Windclan

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Name: Rushfur

Age: 24 moons(2 yrs)

Rank: Queen(1 kit)

Allegiance: WindClan

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Appearance: Rushfur has a sleek coat. Her fur feels almost like silk, sliding along her body as she trotts along. Her hair is very long and fine, almost delicate. Two long whiskers(?) rest above her eyes, and cover her maw. Her muzzle is medium length, and full of strong, sharp teeth. Her tongue is a soft pink, with a few random black splotches. Rushfur is the owner of two, forest green eyes with a little blue in them, and they are deep.
Rushfur's coat consists of a silvery body, and a white chest area. All along her back, and tail are stripes, some lighter gray then others. Her tail tip is white, and so is her forepaws. Her ears are fairly long, with little tufts at the end. But, even under all her beauty, she has a strong set of muscles. She is unusually long in length, and has a cute, soft pink nose.
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Personality: Rushfur is a very loyal and protective she-cat. She is a sly cat, using her wits to help hunt and prove useful in battle. Not yet having her own apprentice, she looks on when the others train, sometimes spacing out. She knows the clan always comes first, and can usually stick to that. She feels a little off around males, since her mate died some time ago. She may be a strong and loyal warrior, but she is also a bit ambitious, though not to the point of being dangerous.

Rushfur likes to be around kits every now and then, enjoying watching them tumble and play, or just watching the rise and fall of their sleeping bodies. Seeing she has a kit in Leaf-bare, her normally protective self is on over drive, and rarely leaves the den. But, she still manages to get out and hunt every now and then, her duty to the clan proving to be to strong. She has a good heart, and has never killed a cat in battle, though once she got close.
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History: The spring breeze filtered through the area, filling every cat with energy and a light soul. Even the grouchy elders were out of the den. But, within the den, a small silvery tabby queen rested in the corner, panting and eyes filled with love, and sorrow. Beside her, lay 5 kits; a very large litter. She was worn out. There was a little black tom, a pale gray tom, a brown she-cat, a little silvery tabby tom, and a tiny little silvery she-cat. " They're beautiful." A large brown tom with white paws entered the den, purring. " Boulderclaw.." The silvery queen said with affection.

The queen was named Silverfur. She gazed at her kits, and realized one wasn't moving. The black tom had stilled. She began licking it frantically, but it was no use. This was her kit hood. The silver she-cat was named Rushkit, the silver tom Swiftkit, the brown she-cat was Duskkit, and the gray tom Graykit. They grew up in the Clan together, but sadly the tom Graykit, now Graypaw, was killed by a badger. They went through several battles, always working side by side. Now, when they became Warriors, there was a large battle between some loose twoleg dogs. Rushpaw was now Rushfur, Swiftpaw Swiftfoot, and Duskpaw DuskEyes. Duskeyes was very brave, but one of the last dogs to leave turned on her, killing her with one bite, then leaving her broken body in the dust.

Rushfur grew even closer to Swiftfoot, who was still living. After meeting a cat named SleetWhisker, she fell in love with him. But, sadly, he died from a group of rats on the outskirts of Windclan territory. Filled with sorrow, she had a kit merely a moon later; one kit. She called him Sleetkit, after his father, though he would later take on a different name.

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Aww, poor Rushfur. D: Such sad history. But great bio! :3 (And thanks for joining!)