Post by Amaranth on Nov 5, 2008 19:16:33 GMT -7
Name: Whitewhisker
Age: 60 moons (5 years)
Gender: Male
Desired Position: Warrior
Accessories:
Age: 60 moons (5 years)
Gender: Male
Desired Position: Warrior
Accessories:
N/AAppearance:
Whitewhisker is named for the obvious: his white coat. However, it's not completely snow-colored, though most if it is. On his back, his tail, and the top of his head is an extremely light dusty-gray patch of tabby fur, soft and pale but easily noticeable. His pelt isn't thick, but the fur is somewhat coarse; grooming isn't of much importance to him, for his pelt usually stays in place. It glistens in the sun like snow that doesn't melt, and he's quite proud of it. His underbelly is extremely light gray, almost white; one could still tell that it's gray, however. His eyes are of a beautiful cerulean, truly quite striking. Flecks of lighter blue are somewhat mixed in, but the stunning color of the majority of his crystals draw attention away from the semi-thick specks. Whitewhisker was also named—or rather, renamed—for his long, pure white and seemingly flawless whiskers. For such an unimportant feature of a cat, they sure are eye-catching. His stature isn't all that big, though healthily strong muscles ripple beneath his pelt; but he's not a small cat either. He's really just normal in every other factor, besides the scar on his left flank from a past battle. It slightly separates the fur and takes on a pinkish hue, but he doesn't mind that it's a small disruption to his handsome appearance. Whitewhisker feels that it's a trophy of his victory and loyalty to WindClan—and perhaps he'll come to possess many more in the future.Personality:
Whitewhisker's generally a docile cat. He enjoys peace and relaxation, yet is always glad to serve and defend his Clan without complaint. He doesn't usually like combat—within his own Clan, that is. When the time comes for him to fight against another Clan for his own, he's ready and willing. He doesn't much like to or want to engage in activities, but instead enjoys going about his business and performing Clan chores, though he won't turn someone away if they'd like to spend time with him. And some cats do like his company (even though he seems quite boring) simply because he's not always jumping up to hunt, but instead likes to enjoy the solitude of the wide open moors and discuss things. However, it would be wise to never speak of StarClan...Including the word in an ordinary Clan remark such as 'Great StarClan' won't bother him, but outright talk of the deceased warriors will break open a patched-up heart.History:
Whitewhisker hardly ever becomes angry at his own Clanmates, but with cats from other Clans he finds it fairly easy. One paw-step out of bounds and the unlucky feline will witness the eruption of a seemingly "in-the-background" warrior.
Whitewhisker and his only sibling, a small she-cat, were born in the peak of life: greenleaf. He was already strong and stable, but things weren't going so well with his sister. She was in the medicine cat's den for a day, and then announced dead. The medicine cat explained in confusion that she was much too little despite her successful birth on the right day that'd been estimated, and upon the strange discovery that she was born prematurely, Whitewhisker's mother was forced to confess that she had mated with two toms—and one had been from a different Clan: Stoneclaw from RiverClan, she'd said. The second kit must've been formed enough to have been technically ready to be given birth to, and she accidentally had. Everybody was shocked by this—especially Whitewhisker's father. He felt his mate had betrayed him, and the rest of the Clan had the same idea: she had betrayed all of them. So she was exiled.Sample post:
WindClan's leader decided to keep it a secret in fear of the other Clans thinking they were full of traitors. ShadowClan especially would hold it against them for StarClan only knows how long. However, moons after the incident, when Whitewhisker had become an apprentice, apparently it had been long enough. He already knew about what had happened to his mother by being told; when it'd actually happened, he'd been a mere newborn. At the next Gathering, it was revealed at last. There was really no need for the story to be told at all, but the WindClan leader of the time must've felt too much guilt; burdened by a secret. It instantly caused an uproar of anger among RiverClan and WindClan. RiverClan accused them of being liars, even though that wasn't true since they'd never even spoken of the incident up until then. RiverClan's leader was greatly irritated that everyone was just finding out now. ThunderClan and ShadowClan just seemed shocked and confused. But everyone had one thing on their mind: which RiverClan warrior was the traitor? All this time, Whitewhisker was becoming more and more overwhelmed by all the chaos, until he finally yowled unintentionally above all the raucous, "SHE SAID IT WAS STONECLAW!" They all had gasped in unison and turned their gazes to the dark gray warrior, whose amber eyes were two full moons of disbelief. However, they quickly darkened with anger. "She said she would keep it a secret," he'd growled; Whitewhisker had been close enough to the tom to hear him say this. As anyone would expect, Stoneclaw denied everything; and since it was just an apprentice who had shouted, which everyone must've been able to tell by Whitewhisker’s voice, no one believed it was true after Stoneclaw’s pathetic rant of distrust. But Whitewhisker could see how furious the gray warrior was with his mother for revealing what they'd done. He could see the horrible lust for revenge in Stoneclaw's menacing gaze.
And he'd been right to fear the muscular tomcat. Another cluster of moons passed, and Whitewhisker was finally a warrior. One sunhigh, the Clan was stunned when his mother stumbled into camp. She was wounded, bloody and weak, and though they were all curious as to why she was here - and why she was in this bloodied state—they just called over the medicine cat. However, she refused to be treated, though she wouldn't say why. Whitewhisker had never known what his mother looked like, but obviously he found out this was her very soon; so he rushed quickly to her side. She gazed up at him, blue eyes full of bitter-sweet happiness. They welled up with tears as she said his name. "Whitekit...I knew I'd see you again." He'd smiled and told her his new warrior name excitedly. "Mother, you need to see the medicine cat," he'd insisted, but she didn't accept. "Whitewhisker," she'd whispered, "I was attacked by Stoneclaw." His heart had lurched. No wonder she was just turning up badly wounded now—he must have been tracking her down for moons! "But I'm an old cat. I've lived a good life, and I think my time has come when it’s welcome." She'd closed her eyes and sighed. "Mother, no! Wake up!" Whitewhisker had pleaded. Thankfully, she blinked open her eyes again; they gleamed with tears, yet she didn't seem sad. "I'm glad I could see you before I go," she'd rasped, swiping her tongue over his ears. "I love you, Whitewhisker, and I hope you know that I wasn't ever trying to hurt WindClan. Don't worry; we'll see each other again in...in..." She'd closed her eyes again, settling herself on the ground sleepily. "What is it, Mother?" he'd mewed desperately. She didn't open her eyes, but she managed to breathe her last words, inaudible to everyone but her son. "In StarClan..." A deep sigh portrayed that she'd left to the ranks of their warrior ancestors.
Whitewhisker only saw his mother twice in his life...but he always loved her twice as much as he loves his own life.
The hooked sliver of a crescent moon hung delicately in the sky like a giant claw, an iridescent sunset fading away into the solid indigo hue of night. Studded with shining stars, the vastness spilled down upon a white warrior as he sat alone in the WindClan camp. Rain was falling, so his Clanmates had retreated to their dens instead of sleeping outside like they usually did. But Whitewhisker had sat there all through the shower, which was still continuing now, listening to the soothing, uneven beat of the rain. His sapphire eyes gleamed with fresh tears as he stared up at the stars. His mother should be up there, looking down on him. His half-sister, dead after a day, should also be among the starry ranks. However, he hoped that Stoneclaw, the RiverClan tom who had mated with Whitewhisker's mother and then attacked her many moons later as revenge for revealing their secret, would go someplace else when he died; a dark, shadowy forest that you couldn't escape no matter how much time you spent running.Family:
Time could never heal Whitewhisker's open wounds of sadness. When he was just one day old, his mother had admitted that she'd mated with a RiverClan cat as well as Whitewhisker's father, so his half-sister had been the daughter of Stoneclaw and had been born prematurely, which led to her extremely early death. His mother had been exiled for her crime, and he never saw her since—until she turned up unexpectedly in WindClan's camp one day after Stoneclaw had greatly hurt her, and she'd died with Whitewhisker standing tearfully by her side, her last words spoken to only him, heard by only his ears.
Back when he was an apprentice and he was believed to be old enough, Whitewhisker was told of what had happened to his mother when he’d been a newborn; and from then on, his life seemed somewhat distorted, though it was really quite ordinary and even enjoyable. But without his mother, and especially with the knowledge he'd been given of her, it felt like a hole was being bore through him, getting deeper and deeper until everything inside him would empty out into nothingness. He wasn't angry with her or ashamed of her, but instead he felt sorry for the poor she-cat, who had merely been young and confused. She hadn't deserved such a harsh punishment as exile from the Clan.
Whitewhisker unsheathed his claws, sinking them into the sodden dirt beneath him. He would kill Stoneclaw himself if that's what it took to trap him in the Dark Forest—that would be his revenge.
Mother and sister both deceased. Sister was never known, but mother was spent time with twice. Father never known; died before Whitewhisker was born. Any other family unknown.Other:
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