Finding yourself in the middle of the Windclan camp, you look ahead to see the silhouette of a she-cat. She is mostly white, with patches of orange, brown, and black covering her thick coat. Her green eyes lock on you, filled with warmth. The calico smells faintly of milk, but you can tell she isn't a Queen.
"Hello. My name is Wildtail," she purrs, "Why don't you join me in the nursery? The kits would love a visitor." Without giving you a chance to reply, Wildtail disappears into a den, murmuring soothing words to the small Pok