Ghostfoot

## Biographical Information

### Description

longhaired, fawn-and-lavender tortoiseshell she-cat with three legs and golden eyes

## Education

### Apprentices

Whitemist, Vixenblaze

Milkweedkit was the firstborn and strongest of the litter, along with her three siblings; Ferretkit, Maplekit, and Palekit. However, when Milkweedkit was only three moons old, a bout of greencough hit the Clan. Ferretkit and the kits' mother didn't make it, and that was Milkweedkit's first real experience with death. She'd heard of the concept before that, but hadn't experienced it. And, being a kit, she didn't really know how to grieve properly. To this day, she doesn't really remember either of them much.

Milkweedkit becomes Milkweedpaw, and suffers through a mostly boring apprenticeship. The only thing that stood out was the driving out of a fox that served as Milkweedpaw's warrior assessment. However, Palepaw was bitten by the fox and died of infection after him, Milkweedshine, and Mapleheart had received their warrior names (his was Paleflight). This devastated Milkweedshine. She was really close to her brother, and not very much to her sister, so it really shocked her. For the first few days (stretching up to a moon) as a warrior, she spent it grieving and it impaired her warrior duties a lot. She didn't really get over it for a long time.

Milkweedshine, being dedicated to her Clan, had her first litter of kits with a tom named Meadowfall, who she was with out of duty and not love. Her first litter were a pair of she-cats named Sparkkit and Marshkit. Her second litter had one kit, a tom named Squirrelkit.

Milkweedshine's life went on. She watched the rest of the cats she'd loved disappear one by one, as cats do in a Clan. She grieved, took a moon or two when she wasn't as effective, and then (mostly) got over it and started back up again.

As a senior warrior, Milkweedshine went to help the medicine cat collect herbs when she was unexpectedly bitten by an adder. Fortunately, the medicine cat was there and saved her life. Unfortunately, it meant cutting off circulation in the leg that was bitten—and later, amputating about half of the leg itself. It took about one and a half moons for her to recover completely (as in, until the medicine cat cleared her). When offered the opportunity to move to the elders' den and take a name-change name as a token of her bravery, the newly-renamed Ghostfoot accepted.

However, moving in doesn't mean she still doesn't work hard for her Clan. Ghostfoot patrols sometimes, trains apprentices with theory and stories of the past, and is the go-to cat for repairing den gaps. She just also gets prey first, and apprentices cleaning out her bedding. Ghostfoot has made it clear that she can still help despite being an elder, and only having three legs.

When Squirrelwhisker and his mate, Littlewing, died, it was different. She was placed in care of their kits: Larkkit, Leopardkit, and Snailkit. She was closest to Larkkit and saw something in his enthusiasm that she knew could make a wonderful Clan cat, if he tried harder and she worked harder. She believes in him so much, and just wants him to reach full potential.

She's still a busybody and close with Larkspirit and Snailbreeze. She's proud her grandson, Blazestar, is clan leader. Ghostfoot takes pride in her legacy and feels she has made her mark on the clan she loves, and plans to continue to serve it until her dying breath.