Name: Minkfur
Age: "Never ask a She-cat her age"
Gender: "Oh, I'm a tom who had kits and I had a mate that was
another Tom.."
Rank: Queen
Rank Wanted: Queen
Personality: Come and Meet her
History: Normal, up to her kitting. 2 of her kits died and the one that survived, Possumkit, died a few days later. She refuses to take the herb that will stop her milk, though. She's afraid a kit may need it one day, and it just makes her feel better. Nobody knows how it makes her 'feel better..'
Crush: ''I don't need somebody else to have wrenched away from me"
Mate: Dead [His name was Blacktail]
Kits: Dead
Kin: Dead [Everybody in her family is dead, her mate, her parents, her siblings, her kits..]
Other: Nope
Picture:
http://whatafy.com/storage/2011/11/Havana-Brown.jpg''I think so" Foxfoot meowed, thanking Minkfur in his mind for not taking the herb that would stop her milk. This kit would need it. ''Come with me" he meowed. Then he looked over at Automn. "Do you want me to, um, carry you?" he asked.