Random Character Info Box

Name: Spottedleaf

Species: Neko

Birthday: February 7

Age: 14

Height: 155 cm (4'9")

Weight: 48 kg (106 lbs)

Affiliation: ThunderClan

Occupation: Healer

Known Family: None

Appearence: Spottedleaf in a beautiful young woman with soft, delicate features and darker skin, hinting at her SkyClan lineage. Her eyes are large and golden-amber. Her long, darkly dappled hair is usually worn braided over one shoulder and tied at the end with a green ribbon. Her finely shaped ears are well-proportioned and dark-furred. Her dappled, finely feathered tail is tipped with black. Her body build is very small and lithe.

Attire: Her simple uniform consists of a long, pale brown floral-print kimono and a white nagajuban underneath it. She also wears a simple silver necklace with the emblem of a leaf on it, the symbol worn by all Healers.

Personality: Spottedleaf has a gentle and warm personality that augments her appearance. She is a soft-spoken, polite, and caring young woman who uses honorifics when addressing everyone, including members of rival Clans. She rarely shows any signs of panic or distress, and has a great sense of duty. Despite this sense of duty, however, she is prone to help anyone in need, be they a rogue or enemy warrior.

Theme Song: Gravity by Yoko Kanno feat. Maaya Sakamoto


"Firepaw! Firepaw! Firepaw!"

Graypaw's cheery voice, alive with excitement, was the first to rise from the crowd of spectators. The gray-haired boy waved ecstatically at the fire-haired boy, his teeth bright in his wide grin. The call was soon taken up by an older man with black-and-white hair and a face that held a distinct likeness to Graypaw's. Uneasy chants rose from the rest, reluctantly showing their respect to the young boy.

The newly named Firepaw staggered unsteadily, the voices around him suddenly blurring as he leaned his shoulder against the edge of the Highrock.

"Alright, boy," Bluestar smiled warmly, gesturing to a young woman in the crowd. "That's enough excitement for you. Spottedleaf, do you think you could take care of him?"

"Of course, Bluestar-sama," a soft, kind voice came as reply. The beautiful girl, her braided hair tumbling over one shoulder, approached. Turning her head, she gestured toward Longtail. "Lionheart-san, do you think you could help Longtail-san into the clinic?"

"Graypaw!" Bluestar called. "Help Firepaw, alright? I've got some other matters to attend to."

"Sure thing." Graypaw pushed his way through the crowd, slipping underneath Firepaw's good arm to support his weight. "You go ahead, Graypaw-kun," Spottedlead issued. "Lay him on one of the cots, and I'll see to him in a moment."

So Graypaw began the short walk to Spottedleaf's clinic, ignoring the still-suspicious glances of the Clan. "That was incredible, by the way." The boy spoke to the half-concious Firepaw, who was struggling to keep his eyelids open. "For a while, it really looked like your were going to win. You probably would have, if Bluestar-sama hadn't stopped you."

"...I doubt that..." Firepaw muttered with a wince as they approached the medium-sized wooden hut that he assumed was the clinic. Graypaw propped open the door and helped Firepaw inside, sitting him down on one of the numerous cloth cots that circled the room.

"You kidding?" Graypaw grinned, sitting on the cot across from him. "You beat the hell out of him. Well, you aren't much better off, but still. You could have won, if you'd been faster in dodging that spear. You were already tired by that point, right? Well, you'll get stronger with training. Endurance is one of the main skills warriors learn."

Firepaw nodded, curious despite his foggy mind. "How old do you have to be to become a warrior?"

"There's no designated age. Once you're ready, basically. But, even if you are incredibly skilled, you won't be made into a warrior 'till you're at least twelve. Up 'till then, you're considered too young to handle the stresses of real battle." The cheeky boy rolled his eyes.

His companion nodded slowly, looking around the room. "Hey, Spottedleaf isn't a warrior, is she?"

"Ha, no, she's way too nice to be a warrior. And pretty. Don't tell Willowpelt I said that. Or Sandpaw, for that matter. Oh, StarClan, don't tell Sandpaw." He laughed at Firepaw's puzzled expression before continuing. "She's a Healer, meaning she takes care of sickness and injuries and stuff like that. Oh, and she communicates with StarClan for prophecies and signs."

"'StarClan'? What's that?"

"Jeez, I keep forgetting you're new. This is so weird. Alright, well, basically... uh... hm..." He scratched behind his head, frowning. "Humans believe in something called 'God', right? I think that's what Whitestorm-sensei told us..."

"Yeah, a lot of us do, I guess. I don't, though."

"Really? Why not?"

Firepaw shrugged, wincing when he disturbed his injury. "Just doesn't make sense to me, I guess."

"That's understandable. It's all way too confusing, the whole thing with Jesus and Hebrews and whatever... anyway, StarClan are our divine ancestors. Well, Starclan can be referring to the people there, or to the place, but you get the point."

"So, like Heaven?"

"Yeah, I guess. They come to Leaders and Healers in dreams with prophecies and warnings. They also give a Leader their nine lives."

"Nine lives?"

"Quit being new. It's annoying me."

"I can't quit being new."

"You know, logic has a brother. His name is shut the hell up."

At that moment, the door opened, and in stepped Lionheart, one of Longtail's arms draped over his shoulder. He helped the young man to an empty cot a good distance away from Firepaw before turning to Graypaw. "Graypaw-kun, I expect you to help Spottedleaf with anything she needs. And keep these two away from eachother."

Graypaw heaved a sigh, but nodded. "Alright, Lionheart-sensei..." he drawled out, crossing his arms over his chest.

So the large, muscular man left, and an awkward silence ensued between the three.

"So..." Firepaw began slowly. "What are those weird suffix-like things you put on the end of eachothers' names?"

"Oh, those? They're honorifics. Whitestorm, Brindleface, or Frostfur will explain them to you when you begin one of their classes. Oh, and I bet you're wondering about our names, too."

"Yeah, I was just about to ask, actually-"

"Will you two shut up?" Longtail snapped, making the two younger boys looked at him.

"Oh. Sorry, I forgot you were there." Firepaw apologized, confused when Graypaw began laughing at Longtail's irked expression. "You're not hurt too badly, are you?" he asked, frowning. "I know we're going to be Clanmates now, so-"

"I don't need your pity," Longtail interrupted again, glaring daggers at the two, one of his hands still pressed to his side. "Warriors don't show pity, not for their enemies."

"Now, now, Longtail-kun," the door opened, and in stepped Spottedlead, pulling a wooden cart behind her, laden with medical supplies. "True warriors show sympathy for all who deserve it." She smiled kindly at the young man.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Graypaw asked, grinning flirtaciously at the beautiful young Healer.

"I'm afraid not, Graypaw-chan," she replied, ruffling his hair affectionantly with one slender hand. "I'm going to treat Longtail's wounds first, his being more serious, and I'm afraid his temper is a bit too dangerous for you to be coming near him." She winked at him as Longtail growled in annoyance.

Flicking Firepaw's good shoulder gently with her tail, Spottedleaf made her way over to the warrior. "I'm afraid I'm a bit low on supplies," she said regretfully, using a mortar to grind several herbs. "Newleaf is late this year, and we've had to make more raids." Sighing, the Healer removed Longtail's shirt and began treating his injuries. "It's at times like these I envy the humans."

"Don't say that." Graypaw protested. "We've no reason to envy the humans."

"Why's that?" Firepaw asked, earning a hard glare from Longtail. "I... just mean... well... our technology seems so much more advanced than yours..."

Spottedleaf gave another sigh, shaking her head. "In that sense, you're right, Firepaw-kun." She retrieved bandages from the cart and began wrapping them over Longtail's side. "But humans... along the road, humans lost something very important." Tying the bandages securely, the Healer started on plastering Longtail's ear.

"Their hearts." Longtail whispered, gently touching his necklace- the one all ThunderClan warriors wore, with the little lightning bolt emblem. "They forgot who they were."

"They searched to rise above all else." Graypaw muttered, staring down at the wooden floor of the clinic. "They thought themselves higher than all other animals. Thought themselves invincible."

"They lost what it meant to be wild and free. Lost the true meaning of pride, of glory, of strength and love..." Firepaw finished, clutching at his own necklace with one hand.

"Yes." Spottedleaf nodded, dropping her hands when she finished with Longtail. "That's how we Nekos came about. Cursed by the human sorcerers, back when magic was still alive, with the features of cats. They banished us here, to the wild."

"And... you still remember it?"

"Not me, child. Not even One-eye's great grandparents could remember that time. It was so, so long ago, back when the Earth was very young. Just an infant, still shrouded with mystery and magic." A small smile laced her fine pink lips, and her dappled ears twitched as she spoke. "Oh, how wonderful that time sounds."

The three boys were quiet, even as Spottedleaf stood and made her way over to Firepaw. Graypaw helped her slip off his blood-stained shirt without disturbing the wound too much. The beautiful Healer's gentle fingers traced the edges of the wound, and she smiled lightly. "It's not very deep, it's already stopped bleeding, in fact."

While Spottedleaf's gentle hand treated his injury, Firepaw talked quietly with Graypaw; he learned that Patchpelt, the old man who'd cheered for Firepaw along with Graypaw, was in fact his father. "Yeah," Graypaw laughed, scratching one ear. "He and the ol' queen have been together forever now."

"Who's 'the ol' queen?'" Firepaw asked.

"Hm? Oh, that's Willowpelt. My mom."

"What about Frostfur and Brindleface?"

Spottedleaf answered for him. "Brindleface-san is a young warrior that never took much to fighting," she explained. "But she learned quite a bit from Whitestorm-san's teachings, and so decided to follow in his footsteps."

"So she's a teacher? And Whitestorm is, too?"

"Kind of." Graypaw replied. "They teach the basic stuff: Clan politics, math, history, things like that. Battle training and hunting is up to your mentor to teach you."

"Apprentices are also in charge of cooking and gathering food," Spottedleaf continued. "One of their many duties."

By this time, Firepaw's exhaustion had caught up with him. He was rocking back and forth, finding it difficult to keep his eyelids open. Glancing to the side, he saw that Longtail was already asleep, which explained his silence during the conversation.

"Well, Firepaw-kun, that should do it. All you need to do is rest now."

The young boy didn't need to be told twice. He lay down gingerly on the bed, though his wound was bound tight. In a few moments, the shapes of Spottedleaf and Graypaw above him had blurred, and then were gone.


"Help him in here! Gentle! Set him down on the nearest cot, shh, I'll take care of him, don't worry."

Firepaw's eyes snapped open and he shot up, imediately feeling dizzy. A shot of pain ran up his shoulder, which he quickly pressed one hand to with a wince. Blinking until his vision cleared, Firepaw spotted a tiny, black-haired boy on a cot beside him.

Spottedleaf ushured a group of worried-looking folk out the door, all of whom seemed extremely concerned for the boy. Trying desperately to clear his foggy mind, Firepaw looked again at the boy. He was deathly pale, his skin slick with sweat, and a deep gash trailed from his right shoulder down to his midriff. A feather earring dangled from his left ear.

The oragne-haired boy watched silently as Spottedleaf worked, deftly applying the needed concoctions and guaze. Several times, the weakened boy attempted to speak, but each time, Spottedleaf silenced him gently. Finally, he managed to choke out a single sentence; "Redtail is dead..."

Deathly silence descended across the room as the gifted Healer paused, her amber eyes stretching wide. Judging by this reaction, Firepaw assumed this Redtail person was very important.

"Are you sure?" Spottedleaf's voice was carefully controlled, though her hands quivered. She brushed a loose strand of black hair away from his face, and he spoke again.

"T...Tigerclaw...has... has his body..." A bout of coughing racked his body, and Spottedleaf turned to look at Firepaw quickly. "Firepaw," she said urgently, "I'm sorry to ask this of you so early in your recovery, but I need you to announce this to the Clan. Just tell them that Redtail is dead."

Nodding, Firepaw staggered out of the cot and onto his feet. The world swayed beneath him, but he managed to stay upright and approach the door. Opening it shakily, he stepped out into the the misty morning air.

A terrible scream suddenly pierced the air, making Firepaw's ears ring. His eyes drifted toward the center of the clearing, where a body lay, orange eyes wide open and staring. A girl collapsed on her knees in front of the body, whom he assumed had been Redtail's. He walked forward, watching silently as a brown-haired boy kneeled next to her and wrapped his arms around her shivering frame.

"Firepaw..." Graypaw's voice drifted up from beside him, and he turned to see his friend staring down at the body with horror. "...That... that's Redtail..."

"ThunderClan's deputy." A deep, gruff voice sounded behind them. They both whipped around at the same time to find a massive, buff man staring down at them coldly. A massive cleaver-like blade was held in one of his hands, and Firepaw could see by the bloodstain on his shirt that he'd carred the deputy's body back. It must be Tigerclaw.

"You're Firepaw." He stated, eyed narrowing. "The puny little human that fought Longtail. Wish I could've seen it."

"Hey!" Graypaw hissed, his fists clenching. In case you haven't noticed, Redtail is dead!"

The small girl sobbed louder, and Graypaw flinched. "Oops... sorry, Sandpaw..."

Blinking, Firepaw peered over Graypaw's shoulder to see the blond-haired girl, her face buried in the brown haired-boy's chest. They appeared to be his age, perhaps a year older, and he saw the girl's likeness in Redtail's face. His daughter, probably.

Tigerclaw growled under his breath as slowly, the rest of the Clan began to emerge from the cabins lain strewn over the clearing. "I'm aware that he's dead. That wretch, Oakheart..." He shook his head. "I must speak to Bluestar." With that, he turned on his heel and made his way over to the small cabin reserved for the leader.

"Did Ravenpaw speak to you?" Graypaw asked, looking again at Firepaw.

"Ravenpaw?"

"The black-haired guy that was really badly hurt in the battle. Dustpaw's brother." He gestured toward the brown-haired boy that held Sandpaw to his chest. Firepaw noticed for the first time the earring her wore, identical to the one Ravenpaw had.

"Oh, yeah. He told me that Redtail had died. I was just coming out here to announce it, but I guess I was too late."

Mournful whispers rose from the Clan as they approached the deputy's body, and several kneeled next to Sandpaw to comfort her. Firepaw gulped and felt a pang of sympathy for the girl, and for all who'd known the warrior as well. What a terrible thing it was, to lose a loved one.

"Redtail..." A path parted through the teary-eyed gathering as Bluestar made her way to the body of her deputy. All backed away to let her through, all but Dustpaw, who stayed rooted at Sandpaw's side.

Her eyes dark, Bluestar kneeled down beside the red-tailed man and slipped an intricate ornament from his tail. It was a long silver band, gilded with gold and studded with rubies. She stood again and approached Sandpaw, who looked up at her with wide yellow-green eyes.

Slowly, Bluestar slipped the band onto Sandpaw's own tail, before wrapping her in her arms. "Sandpaw Kuro, in the death of your father, I now name you the head of the Kuro family. Descended from the great leader Thunder himself, you were born with the purest of warrior blood. May you pass down your revered traits, and with Dustpaw Sinko to guide you, become the brilliant warrior your ancestor was."

Bluestar straightened up again, and Sandpaw nodded solemnly, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Yes, Bluestar-sama." she whispered.

Bluestar's icy blue eyes trailed over her gathered Clan. "We will mourn Redtail now," she stated, looking down again at her beloved deputy. "And when Moonhigh comes, I will appoint the new deputy."


Well. That was fun.

*is shot*

Anyway, many things are explained here, and many more questions are asked. I made Sandpaw of royal blood 'cause I could, in case you're wondering. XD I loved that you guys were so interested in her appearence, so I figured I'd make her more interesting. That, and I love her.

So, I'm gonna go on a mini-rant-thing here. I. Hate. Spottedleaf. Seriously. The friggin' most overrated character in the books. . Seriously. There is NO character development on her part. Even in Bluestar's Prophecy, you just get NO insight on her. Plain and simple, she's boring.

Sandstorm, on the other hand, is awesome. My favorite character in the first series, in fact. She's so well developed, it's amazing. XD

And you'll soon understand about Dustpaw and Ravenpaw's bloodline, too.

My reviewers: Superleigh50, Moonshine74, Mothstar, and NerdPrincess101. THANK YOU ALL SO FRIKIN' MUCH.

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