Fallentree of WindClan

[Fallentree is warm and kind-hearted. Though the two have been friends for generations and lived through much together, Fallentree never fell into the depression at loosing his family and friends that the leader did. Rather then dwelling on the past he has lost, he revels in the future he watches unfold around him.

Fallentree has always been known for his kindness. Even as an apprentice he would volunteer to take care of gathering bedding and de-ticking the Elders just so that the other apprentices didn't have to do the unpleasant tasks. Even as a Warrior he would wake up to take the earliest hunting and patrols so others could sleep in. Apprentices would often bicker over who would get to be his apprentice (it was rumoured in their den that he was one of the easiest and gentlest mentors in the Clan).

He is very protective of his Clan but his soft spot has always been for the kits. They are the future and it is his job to inform them of the important things in the world. Although he has yet to need to, he will fight to the death to protect the kits of the Clan. Luckily, there are plenty of strapping young Warriors to do that for him.

The one thing that has yet to deplete due to his age is his sharp tongue. He can hold his own against even the most hot-headed of apprentices. But on the other side of his tongue is something sweeter then honey. He is capable of talking himself out of a hole as easily as any other cat blinks..]

[Fallentree. The name rings love and respect when said in the airs of WindClan. An old and wise cat, he is seen for his excellence at telling stories of old and for his voice from StarClan. But he was not always this old tom who lounges in the sun near the entrance to the Camp. No, once he had a different name...

Bristleback. The name rang fierce and true to any-cat who heard it. A brave and courageous warrior he was, striking fear and hatred into the hearts of his enemies, be them eagles or badgers or cats. One of the most respected warriors of all time, Bristleback was proud and true.

But even from kithood he knew he would not always have the wonderful life of a warrior. As young Bristlekit played around in the nursery with his brother and sister, the cats around them could tell he would become very strong. He was mentored by the best warrior in the camp, Skyhawk, who was a strict mentor, but a good one. He taught Bristlepaw the best moves to use in battle, which once won him a fight against two warriors and an apprentice, and the best ways to hunt. Soon, he became the proud Bristleback, a fierce WindClan warrior.

But even from the days of pouncing in the nursery he had loved to listen to the elders and their stories and he couldn't wait for the day that he would be that old and wise, when everybody would listen to him. He would spend hours just lounging with the elders and listening to them talk. He liked the sound of their raspy voices, cracked with age and experience. Over the course of his combined seventy-six moons as a fit cat he trained five apprentices.

He never took a mate. For a very brief time as an apprentice he had his eye on a she-cat but he never bothered to go after her and the small flame died away. Instead, he buried his love into his sister's family. She took a mate that made her happier then anything and the world and it wasn't long before her first litter was born. Bristleback doted on the kits almost more then their own father. Leaf-frost's mate died a few weeks before her second litter was born and Bristleback took an even stronger role in their lives. One of his niece's lives with him now in the Elder's den.

One night, about a moon after his first notion of retirement, there was a huge storm. It started fairly suddenly and the cats passed it off as a simple shower and took refuge in their dens - but not everyone saw the need to hide. One apprentice, under the impression that she would be alright, was outside of the buildings. Brstleback watched as a bolt of lightning struck a tree not far from where she was. Acting quickly (though not sure if she was actually in harms way), he leapt to her side and moved her out of the way. He was struck by the broken branch instead. Some called it bravery, others foolishness, but he saved the life of the future warrior, almost at the price of his own. His frail, aging body was struck by the branch of the oak tree as he pushed the apprentice to safety. Then the storm stopped as suddenly as it had started.

For three nights the medicine cat, watched over him, doing his best to safe the poor body of the brave warrior. The fallowing day, Bristleback was renamed Fallentree.

It took many moons for him to heal well enough to leave the Medicine Cat's Den. The move to the Elder's Den was one he had waited generations for and he was proud of where he now lived. He has watched the cats of the forest grow as they have needed over the past few moons. The move to the new territory was absolutely brutal on him and he has had a very difficult time adjusting. It is not certain how much longer he will survive. Despite his pain and what aging has done to him, he wouldn't trade his experiences for all the youth in the world. He misses the old days, of fighting and hunting, but he loves being looked to for guidance from the younger cats and he loves being an elder.]