Appearance
A pale creature, so small and delicate and yet not completely helpless. Her features, sharp but with a soft edge due to her mixed heritage. Though small her legs give of the illusion that they are long on her willowy frame. Born with the condition of albinism, making her as colorless as a ghost with a shock of gentle ruby irises. It is common to find flowers and bits of herbs tucking into her fur, whether for decoration or for easy access only she knows.
History
She was once born to a warrior clan far from this place, though all kits are born blind she remained so. It was clear she was not cut out to be a warrior, a protector and hunter for the clan though her hearing was exceptional. So instead her gentle soul was taken in by the medicine cat and trained to one take her place, which came sooner than the blind apprentice would have liked.
She flourished under the care of the elderly medicine cat, able to identify almost any plant before age and a mild checlst congetions that hit too hard for the she-cat to recover. It was left to her to provide for the clan but a war broke out and while treating the elders and those too injured to fight an ambush came. Their best warriors were out of the camp and they were thought to be safe but this was a lie. A traitor led their enemies to their hidden camp, killing those that were on guard before taking over the camp with numbers they did not anticipate. Maybe it was planned this way all along but Blindflower lost her life that day trying her hardest to protect the queen's and their kits. Starclan was her next stop but instead maybe they thought she deserved a second chance in life? Whatever the reason she wakes up in an unfamiliar place, with the ability to see for the first time.