Name: Gingertail
Age: 35 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Apprentice: None
Rank: Warrior
Love Interest: Dustfur ;; WindClan ;; Yellow

Kin:
Darkfoot ;; brother ;; deceased
Silverkit ;; sister ;; deceased
Pinekit ;; brother ;; deceased
Robinkit ;; sister ;; deceased
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Fernwing ;; mother ;; deceased
Flametail ;; father ;; Hedgie

Gingertail is, in a word, untidy. She's not exactly messy, per se, but there's a certain neatness about her that she lacks. Her pale ginger fur--for which she was named--often appears tousled though surprisingly lacking in mud or other forest-y items. There's something about her gait that makes her seem a bit clumsy or sloppy; she's trots around rambunctiously with paw steps that seem almost loud for a cat of her size, but quiets considerably when necessary. Her greeny-yellow eyes seem to jump from object to object a lot; she can't seem to focus on any one thing at a time. A long pink scar from the top of her right shoulder halfway down her foreleg mars her ginger tabby fur.

Not a particularly large or small cat, Gingertail is right about average in both size and build. She is actually rather well proportioned; her legs and head are just the right size for her body, and all of her facial features and her ears are sized correctly. Her tail is the only thing that doesn't fit this pattern--its long fluffiness stands out and draws your attention. This makes her lean more towards the attractive side of the spectrum, despite her slightly tousled ginger pelt.

Gingertail's personality can be quite unpredictable at times, but for the most part you can count on her to be a cheerful, laid-back cat who's always up for a good chat or conversation. However, you can't count on her sitting there chatting for long. Gingertail is one of those cats with a short attention span, distracted by the most simple of things, such as a butterfly, or a leaf. Right along those lines, she's also the kind of cat that will go somewhere with a purpose, reach her destination, and then forget what she was there for, only to return to camp and then remember. When her Clan needs her, though, for hunting or fighting and the like, it's as if the fuzziness is lifted from her brain and she turns into actually a decent fighter and a good hunter. She's quite brave, when it's needed.

One thing's for sure, Gingertail can be counted on to sit and listen when you have something troubling you. She's not exactly the best for giving advice, but she's caring in a motherly sort of way. She adores playing with kits and young cats, and if it weren't for her airheadedness, she'd probably make a wonderful mother. Even so, she's good with kits so she'd still be a good mom.

Gingertail's most deeply kept secret is her insecurity. Though she covers it up with bravado or a witty comeback, it hurts when cats point of her messy fur, or when she hears a muttered comment about how terrible she is at mentoring and the like. They'll pile up sometimes, until she wonders, Is my fur really that ugly?, or Am I really so annoying? She seems like the kind of cat that never lets anything get her down, but don't let that fool you. She's very insecure.

Gingertail has lived in RiverClan all her life. She was born to two warriors, Flametail and Fernwing, who loved her and her siblings very much. When she was a kit she had a sister, Silverkit, along with two brothers, Pinekit and Darkkit, but Pinekit joined StarClan before he was a moon old when he caught kittencough. As a kit, she was a courageous, curious thing, getting into trouble around all corners with Silverkit and Darkkit. Her parents tried to tame them down, but it sadly didn't seem to help. They went on until Silverkit slipped into the river and drowned on one of their 'expeditions'. Darkkit leaped in to try her, and nearly drowned himself, saved only by some quick thinking from Gingerkit. Left as the only two kits in the litter, they tamed themselves considerably, devastated over the loss of their sibling.

A moon later when she became an apprentice, Gingerpaw she was apprenticed to a young warrior named Toadfang. Halfway through her training, tradegy struck the already-devastated family members when Fernwing fell ill from a bad fish leftover from Twolegs and died.

Just before she was to become a warrior, Gingerpaw stumbled across a fox with her mentor while they were out hunting. Toadfang immediately leaped into battle, Gingerpaw close behind. When Toadfang was slammed into a tree, Gingerpaw was left on her own while he recovered. During the brief time he was down, she slipped on a patch of mud and the fox managed to slip in and give her a serious wound from her shoulder halfway down her foreleg. It was only a matter of time before she, too, was unable to continue fighting. Thankfully for the duo, a border patrol had caught the scent and came to the rescue, then helped the two injured cats back to camp. Gingertail was confined to the medicine cat for a moon; her wound was quite serious. The warrior ceremony was postponed, and Darkpaw went on on his own to become Darkfoot, but no one could deny she'd earned it when she finally got the chance.

Life was peaceful for a while then; for several moons, it was just Darkfoot, Gingertail, and their father, Flametail. Gingertail settled into the routine happily. Then, when they were about thirty moons old, Darkfoot caught greencough. It sneaked up on him and killed him swiftly. Devastated at the loss of her final and closest sibling, Gingertail fell into a depression that only her WindClan and RiverClan friends were able to pull her out of when they presented her with a new challenge: a plot to all have kits at the same time. She set out to find not just a father for her kits, but a tom that would love her. What she ended up with was Dustfur, a timid WindClan tom that somehow captured her attention. Before she knew it, she'd fallen for him.

Just a little closer... the ginger feline thought, crouched low to the ground. She was a good distance from camp, and had left with the idea of hunting. Obviously, she'd achieved her goal, as proven by the two shiny fish she'd left a few fox lengths back. Now, her green eyes were set on their next target.

A breeze rustled her fur, and the brown shape skittered along the ground a bit farther. Not so fast! Gingertail thought, and crept a few pawsteps closer. She leapt as a stronger gust of wind blew through, and her paws hit her target as it tried to skitter away with a crunch.

"Thought you'd escaped me, hm?" she taunted the now-smushed dried leaf, stabbing a claw through it and holding it in the air. "I don't think so!" She shook the leaf free and glanced around self-consciously, as if she'd suddenly realized she'd been talking to a leaf, then hurried back and collected her prey.

Plenty more leaves to be caught another day. Today she had a Clan to feed.