Sleekwing

**Sleekwing** is a gray cat with gray-green eyes.

**Sleekwing** was born as **Sleekkit** to unknown parents.

## Appearance

Sleekwing is an all-around very intimidating cat to look at. As an oriental, she is tall and lithe, with very large ears and a long tail that is never at rest. The warrior boasts a short, rich gray coat that comes to a point at all her edges. This accents her triangular face and long whiskers. Her fur is seen as darker or lighter depending on the lighting, and her tail fades into a darker gray as it approaches the tip. She is a very thin cat, adding on to her lithe appearance, and her light grayish-green eyes are always judging someone, somewhere. Always sulking in the shadows, her moonlit eyes may be the only thing that is ever seen.

## Personality

Sleekwing is a very selfish cat. She does what she wants to do to satisfy her emotions and need for love, which is the only emotion she ever feels—or in her case, doesn't feel. She doesn't realize that she is being selfish, or that her actions hurt others. In fact, half the time she forgets other cats can feel emotions. This cancels out any true kindness the warrior has in her. She is a genuine but naïve cat, wanting love but looking in the wrong places for it.

Most of her actions are fueled by a need for attention, but despite this, she doesn't like being the center of attention. Sleekwing is a very personal cat, often lurking around camp instead of being central; hearing everything but with no presence. In her ideal world, every cat would know she exists and would acknowledge it without giving her any attention. She would sound crazy to any other cat for her seemingly impossible feelings, but she would never tell anyone, so she'll never know that she'll never achieve this.

Not only is she selfish, Sleekwing is also prideful. It would take more than a simple "you aren't right" to get an apology out of her, even after she realizes she is wrong. To her, being wrong implies that she's flawed and did something that would take away love. She appears to be an awful cat, and she is incredibly selfish. However, in the end, it's all fueled by an emptiness in her heart, a sad need for love.

Sleekkit was born to loving parents with her siblings. They weren't spoiled, but were raised properly. When she became an apprentice though, she lost much of that care and attention she was used to. Suddenly, she had to act like a cat and help the Clan. Sleekpaw didn't take to this well, selfishly pushing away her family to hint to them that she still wanted the love and attention she received as a kit. Of course, this didn't work, as they took this as a sign and stopped engaging with her.

Sleekwing earned her warrior name with her siblings, staying separated the whole time. She didn't receive any love or praise like they did, further upsetting her. She never told her family how she felt and why she distanced herself. In her eyes, her reasoning was obvious and her family just didn't care about her anymore. Young and unaware of what any of her emotions meant, a fifteen-moon old Sleekwing connected with Duskchaser, a fellow warrior. It didn't last long though, unsurprisingly. Suffering from a lack of attention, it didn't take long for Sleekwing to try bonding with another warrior, Kiterise. She loved him and thought he loved her back. Sleekwing was wanted to confess her love, but fearing rejection, she never did. To make up for this, she hung out with him more and more often until one day, she was told she was expecting kits.

She was ecstatic because she had always wanted kits. They would be a living thing that would give her love, eventually, and before then, she and her mate could share their love over the kits and raise them to be great warriors. Having taken her family out of her life, she had no one to celebrate with or confide with for advice, so she went to tell the only cat who loved her, Kiterise. He hesitated, unsure how to respond in the moment. She didn't give him a chance, instantly snapping, saying he didn't love her, and left. Now, she was stuck carrying the kits of a cat who rejected her, and instead of feeling the love she had been missing for so long, all she felt was pain.

When the kits arrived, two of the three were stillborn. Sleekwing was exhausted and in pain from the kitting, and Kiterise was not present to help her. Sleekwing gave up. She would never feel love again, have someone to share stories or bond with. Looking down at the lone surviving kit, she named her Flutterkit, then refused to look at her again. To her, the kit symbolized pain, something that shouldn't be there, someone that reminded her of her loneliness. She didn't hate Flutterkit, but she hated where she came from, and that emotion was enough to send her away. In her own head, the queen heavily neglected her own kit, physically and emotionally, generally unfit to be a mother in the state she was in.

Sleekwing had never been taught to care for kits, and she wasn't learning now. Leaving Flutterkit to Rosemarymoon and Parsleyshine, Sleekwing never set foot in the nursery after Flutterkit no longer needed to nurse. She couldn't watch Flutterkit grow up without being reminded of the painful memories, so she simply didn't. The young warrior didn't think it would negatively impact Flutterkit, she was only thinking of herself.

She pretended she had adjusted to her new life alone, but truthfully, she never did. It hurt her to see happy couples, to see the joy she could have had but didn't. She never recognized it as her fault, and at this rate, never would. She distanced herself from the ones she knew loved her, and failed with the one that would have given her love, Flutterkit, until it was too late. She would not apologize. She had nothing to apologize for.

## Family

**Former Mate:**
Kiterise (living, confirmed)

**Kit:**
Flutterveil (living, confirmed)

**Parent:**
Oliveyew (living, confirmed)