Wildheart is a slim,light she-cat, with a pure black coat. Her pelt is thick but short and keeps her warm during leaf-bare but makes her very hot during green-leaf. Her paws are tough because she runs so much, usually searching for herbs or prey. She has a sleek body for swimming and a long fluffy tail that she uses to swat mosquitos away after it rains. Her legs are the most muscled thing on her body. She has yellow eyes that observe everything around her. Her claws are sharp and long to trap any prey that might try to escape. She has long white whiskers to sense movement around her, which comes in handy during leafbare.There's a scar on her left paw pad from when she had to run from a twoleg with a trapping net in a monster. It had been on hard rock and cut open her paw pad.

Wildheart loves running through the forest in search of herbs with a apprentice behind her and is always up for a good rest in the shade. She also loves helping the queens with their kits and talking to the elders during her free time. She dislikes being disrespected because she has worked hard for position or seeing a fellow clan member hurt . She is a very curious and stubborn cat who cares for her clan mates. She is uncomfortable in open places, unlike the forest in which she was born. She is sometimes rowdy when she needs to let off her warrior side but she is a sweet cat with a wild heart. She is a very intelligent cat though she likes have fun. She also loves climbing trees and hunts in them occasionally. Wildheart is a very mature and wise cat, but she balances her work with her play. She has a sarcastic manner when she feels someone is not catching on quick enough or when she is stressed. This black cat is often found on the battlefield if their is trouble but immediately after returns to her den to help those who were hurt even though most leaders seem to think that it's wrong for her to fight. She also brings back prey if she has time. For the most part she isn't as worried about clan rivalries as most warriors and gives her advice when she feels it is needed not because she wants to.

Her Father was a RiverClan cat but left when he fell in love with a rogue. Together they had Wildkit and four other kits. She was originally in a litter of five but her dad lost one of them, a tom, when he taught his kits to swim. They were born in a forest miles away from the Clans. She has a brother and a sister in the clans, and another brother that stayed with the mother. Her first 3 moons were in the wild where she had to live by survival of the fittest. Because of this she is tougher than most cats her age. They grew up in a big family always on the run; they moved a lot and sometimes didn't stop till their pads bled. She used to have a good friend in her rogue days that went through a lot with her but they were separated when she was made a clan cat. After the death of her brother their mother left her with ThunderClan, and left her father who in his depression became a loner. Some question her loyalty because of this, but they are so far off they don't even know it. She loves her clan because they kept her when her own parents wouldn't. When she was apprenticed she realized she was finally a full clan cat atleast in a sense and promised to do her best to help the clan but a moon after her apprentice ship she was badly injured. The former Med.cat nursed her back to perfect health over the period of a moon or two but by then they had grown so close and she was awed by the Medicine cat's ways and herbs so she became a Med. cat apprentice even though she could've still been a warrior.

Wildkit lay in a circle with her family, her left hind leg extended; it had a bad cut on her paw. Her pelt rippled as the wind shifted, bringing a new scent. Mice! She opened her mouth and perked her ears; they were ahead in a clump of bushes. She padded forward quietly, forgetting about her paw in the thrill of the hunt, and crouched down for a better view. There they were, Mice! Two white plump mice. She pounced near one trying to scare it into running, she enjoyed a chase. She raced through the underbrush chasing after the two mice. She ignored the pain shooting up her leg from the cut and ran on. She closed in on them and pounced with her claws coming out. She did her unique move and trapped the living mouse in her claws. The she-kit let it out and threw it up in the air by its tail and finished it off as it came down. She sat with her tail twitching, watching the other mouse run off. She'd get it later she decided, she might need some prey if she got in trouble. Wildkit was starving and restrained herself from biting into the mouse she held in her jaws. The family came first. She was surprised she had caught the mice with her limp and proudly carried the mouse in her jaw back to the others with her head and tail high. She didn't feel useless for the first time in a long time

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