Breezestar of WindClan (Leader)

Name: Breezestar

Gender: Male

Age: 37 moons

Alliance: WindClan

Appearance: One look at Breezestar, and you know immediately, he's from WindClan. He has the skinny build, the long legs, the ragged fur. He doesn't look underfed, as you can't see any bones poking out from beneath his fur. He's light on his feet, and one of the fastest cats in WindClan.
Breezestar's fur is chocolate brown, covering his whole body in one solid, dark color. He has a small head with fine features, and a nose colored exactly the same as his fur. His eyes are small and almond shaped, shining bright yellow.

Personality: Breezestar is the perfect kind of a cat for a leader. He's wise, strong, and kind. He cares for even the smallest members of his Clan, and he always tries to get to know everyone of them. He's quite chatty, and can sometimes bore others with his constant talk, but most often he knows when to stop. He's an good fighter, though not the best hunter. He usually has to chase his prey across have the territory before he catches anything.
Breezestar is also over protective, stubborn, and short-tempered. He will take into account what others have to say and make a decision based on that, but afterward, he won't be open to any other ideas. I'll warn you not to get into a fight with him, because he has a hot temper, and will snap very quickly. He tries his best to keep it under control, but sometimes he just can't hold back.

History: Breezestar was born on a warm greenleaf day, as the sun was setting. Surrounded by friends and family, three new kits were welcomed into the Clan. Amberfoot, the mother, was curled closely around her newborns. The father, an intimidating tom they called Dustwhisker, stood protectively over them.
The eldest was a she-cat, and a pretty one, too. She had a pelt of black, ginger, and brown, with petite paws and a tiny face. They named her Dapplekit, for her dappled coat.
The nest was a pale ginger she-kit, so pale, it looked like sand. Barely visible stripes criss-crossed her pelt. For that, they named her Sandkit.
The last one was a tom, a sleek, chocolate-coated one with legs that looked too long for his body. To make his name unique, they called him Breezekit, after the breeze that buffeted the moors.
Breezekit and his siblings grew up fast, and before they knew it, they were apprentices. They all learned quickly, and were full of patience and consideration for their mentors. When they were nearing their warrior years, a battle broke out between ShadowClan and WindClan, in which both Breezepaw's parents died. That began an ever-lasting grudge for Breezepaw against ShadowClan, the Clan that killed his parents.
He hand his sisters were made warriors after that. Dapplepaw became Dapplepelt, Sandpaw became Sandstripe, and Breezepaw became Breezeheart. They were strong warriors, and worked well together.
A few moons later, Breezeheart received his first apprentice, Ashpaw. He was ambitious, loud, and boastful. The two didn't get along well, but Breezeheart was determined to train Ashpaw to the best of his ability. It was about half way through training that mentor and apprentice were attacked by ShadowClan warriors. Ashpaw was killed, but Breezeheart took revenge by taking the life of Ashpaw's killer. He returned home, distraught. And the tragedy didn't end there.
WindClan's deputy, Owlface, was shoved over the edge of the gorge by a RiverClanner. Breezeheart was there, along with Sandstripe and another warrior. Furious, the three cats drove out the RiverClanners, but found Owlface, dead, a ways down the river.
As you can imagine, Breezeheart was made deputy. He received a second apprentice named Raggedpaw, who he trained to become Raggedtooth. By the time Raggedtooth's training was finished, the WindClan leader was on his last life. He died of Greencough, alone, with Breezeheart by his side.
After that, Breezeheart became Breezestar and received his nine lives. He guided his Clan well, and took them through times of war and times of peace. He cared even for the smallest members of his Clan, and they loved him for that.