Physical Traits
Fur Color(s): A faded cream
Fur Texture: Fairly soft
Fur Length: Long and hanging
Markings: Some white and variation in pigmentation
Eye Color: Blue
Height and weight: Seems large but it's mostly fur

Scars/deformations: A regular amount

Voice: Has gained a raspy edge with time (think Eda the Owl Lady if you've seen owlhouse, but older)
Gait: Slow and strong
Scent: Almost scentless, but there are remaining hints of sage somewhere in there
Coordination: Decent
Reflexes: Not great
Strength: STRONG

Personality
Sociability: Err she isn't rude per say, just not too involved
Outlook: Neutral in the way only someone who has seen generations come and go can be
Responsibility: Used to be very responsible, but she is less caring now
Cleanliness: Good
Generosity: Err
Manners: Errrrrrrrrr
Bravery: decent, she doesn't really get scared
Logical or emotional?: Logical? not emotional at least

Willow has been dead for ages, once curious about how the clan faired on after her passing, but with time she felt the living land growing distant and her own interest fading. Now, moons and moons and moons later, she does little more than sit around her prefered parts of Starclan. She will smalltalk if approached, but generally favors her own company. 

However, Willow will sometimes seek out the descendants of her kin as a somewhat blunt fairly godmother if she notices that they are having trouble with something she can directly fix, like an apprentice struggling with learning to hunt.