Softwing

Softwing, like their name implies, is soft in demeanor. This is mostly due to their tone of voice, which is very quiet. Their personality, not quite so much. They're kind, sure, but they won't back down from what they believe in, even if the majority stands against them. 
They aren't the best at social cues, and their sensitivity to noise makes large crowds and battles overstimulating. Despite this, they're able to come up with outside the box solutions to problems.




Nita, Softwing's mother, brought them to the clans at just a few weeks old. Scared that the twolegs that she lived with would take her only kit away like many of the other housecats that lived in the area. 
Softkit grew up knowing nothing but clan life, as far as they were concerned, they were as much a clan cat as any one else, and most of the clan treated them and Nita that way too.
Softpaw's apprenticeship was nothing short of eventful. They struggled in areas, mostly pertaining to things that required their attention in busy enviorments, like battles. This didn't deter them however, and even if they weren't the best at battle, their affinity for crafting things meant they still felt helpful to their clan.

By the time they became a warrior and gained their name, Softwing, life had gained a simplicity to it. Then the stars disapeared, Starclan itself was gone, and their entire way of life was thrown for a loop as the world itself seemed to be tossed into chaos.
In that chaos found Softwing joining the cursed thorns. Not sure if it was their gut that sent them their, Starclan still guiding them, or what, but if it would help get things back to normal, Soft was willing to do anything.