Breath

Chilledhowl never quite seemed like he had a place in Thornheart's League. A sweet romantic and pushover, he was informed of the League's existence by his delinquent jokester of a childhood friend "Oakwind". It'd be Wintercrow in the end who'd bring him over, the she-cat tired of all the senseless war. She was willing to pay the price for freedom of the code, and when confronted with Chilledhowl's discomfort announced she'd kill a despicable cat - one who beats his mate. Someone the clans wouldn't miss...this was for the greater good, right?

Chilledhowl would "earn" his rank by helping fake the death of Streamclan warrior Breathcloud, allowing her to escape and live a safe and happy life away from the League. Oakwind was furious, he'd planned to make the she-cat HIS kill, but with Wintercrow having his back his lie was believed.

Wintercrow and Chilledhowl would act as spies within Streamclan up until the Massacre, after which the guilt truly traumatizes Chilledhowl. He and his mate move permanently to the League. Shadowstrike taking over and reforming the League for the better made both mates feel secure enough to bear kits. They'd have two sons: Breath and Mallow...

Breath, named in honor of Breathcloud, was a sweet cat. Initially fascinated in herbs, they'd attempt to train under Arum before their mentor's sharp tongue and sour personality would push them to change divisions entirely. They weren't exactly a great medic, but they enjoyed helping cats in other ways where herbs couldn't help. If someone needed a shoulder to lean on, Breath could be that cat! Truly, they were the League's closest equivalent to a therapist and helped even their father with his struggles.

Breath would try to reconnect with his Streamclan heritage, meeting and falling in love with Chilledflight. Together they'd have Mimicgleam before Chilledflight's untimely demise.