Thrushwing is a beautiful cat. Her fur is brown, all shades of it, mixed in with black stripes. Her chest, mouth, and a stripe on her nose are snow-white, and they are all connected. Her nose is a soft pink with long whiskers surrounding it. Her ears look like nice rounded triangles, but one is slightly bent at the edge. Thrushwing's eyes are the green of newleaf buds, and they are a lovely almondish shape. Her face is elegant and long. Her legs are also long, and her paws are white. Sharp claws that she barely use are hidden, and almost never seen. Thrushwing's tail is long and has black rings on it.

Thrushwing is a kind and reasonable cat. She became a medicine cat because she hated violence. She respects all cats, from elders to leaders. She is quiet, though, and shy, and doesn't like to interact with many other cats. Of course, she is always ready to give advice to those who need it, and encourage the crippled or healing. Being a medicine cat and healing others comes first over everything else besides her Clan. She is wise and loyal to her job. Thrushwing likes to daydream and sleep in the sun. She reasons before fights, but she only fights if it is a true, true threat.

Kithood:
Thrushkit was born to two happy, loyal warriors, Redpelt and Appleblossem. Right away, it became apparent that she was not suited for the life of a warrior, especially after being frail and unhealthy when born. She was quiet and conservative, and even talked about having strange dreams about, "Cats with stars in their fur." She had two other siblings, a brother named Lionkit and a sister named Maplekit.

Apprenticeship:
Thrushkit was chosen to be the medicine cat apprentice, much to her happiness. She was mentored by Roseeyes, a kindly she-cat with the gentlest eyes. Thrushwing often describes her as, "The best friend and mentor that I could ever have, and the best cat to grace the moor." Thrushpaw was mentored without any difficulties, and she learned very quickly.

Medicine Cathood:
Roseeyes died at the old age of 91 Moons old. Thrushwing was sad, but didn't mourn greatly. She knew that the wise cat would walk her dreams many times, and then someday she too would join her in StarClan. She has cured countless fevers and minor sicknesses, and quite a few cases of greencough, whitecough, and even one of the dreaded blackcough. Sure, she has lost patients and gone through times of doubt and discouragement, but it is all part of being a medicine cat.

Thrushkit scrambled after Lionkit and Maplekit. Although she wasn't very athletic, Thrushkit loved to play tag. It enabled her to practice the natural running abilities that WindClan had. She crept up behind Lionkit, and then pounced on his tail. "Got you!" She squeaked. Lionkit turned around swiftly. "Wow, I didn't even hear you!" His large eyes widened in amazement. "You'll make a great hunter!" He began to chase Maplekit, tackling the brown kit playfully. They wrestled for a moment, and then walked back to Thrushkit. "What's wrong?" Thrushkit frowned, her eyes sad. "I'll never make a good warrior." She whispered. Maplekit flicked her tail. "Oh, yes you will!"

Thrushkit smiled a bit. "Thanks, sister. But I can't fight!" Her brother groomed his golden fur thoughtfully. "Hey, what about being a medicine cat, like Roseeyes? Then, you wouldn't have to fight." Thrushkit thought about what her brother had said. Everyone seemed to look up to Roseeyes, the kind medicine cat. And she seemed to know everything. Thrushkit was suddenly beaming. "Yeah," She said softly. Then, louder, "I'll be a medicine cat!"

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