Post by Thistle on Jul 13, 2009 7:35:30 GMT -5
Name:
Whitefur
Age:
67 moons
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
TimberClan
Rank:
Warrior
Appearance:
His name will be Whitekit
But we'll come back to that in a minute. Whitefur has, as his name suggests, white fur. The base color of his body is a milky white, as soft and silky as the feel of a mother's belly when her kits are still young enough to be sheltered against her from the rough world outside the Nursery. On top of this milky base, Whitefur has a black "saddle" on his back; the same shape that a german shephard will have as their signature mark. He also has black on his face like a siamese. And finally, Whitefur has tan patches that is usually close to or on the black "saddle," though he has some small brown spots on his belly. Queens rumored when he was born that he must have a dog for an ancestor, cats rarely look as he does.
Whitefur was built like a typical TimberClanner: small body, long legs, small feet. He's tail is long, though crooked towards the tip after having been broken as a new warrior. Whitefur has a hard time with camouflage in TimberClan forest, much harder, to be certain, than Redstar. But that never stopped him. He is a very respected senior warrior, one of the eldest in the Clan that isn't an elder. Whitefur has unusually large jaws, muscled well, that unproportions his head a little from the rest of his naturally small body.
Whitefur's eyes are rather normal, nothing interesting like Passionwar's. A simple, bright blue that sets off his pelt colors nicely. The only strange thing about them is that they seem to stare right through you, like you'd better not lie to him, cause he can tell. It can be rather creepy.
Personality:
Whitefur's personality in an eggshell: funny and cheerful, clever and wise, tough and brave, hunter and fighter, survivor. Whitefur loves making cats laugh, especially kits. He thinks that there is nothing more magical than a kits laugh. Most cats can remember when they were kits and he was a warrior who played with them and told them stories and was simple their friend. These cats hold a special place in their hearts for Whitefur, and kits are told to respect him. Kits are told off by their parents if they're caught making fun of him, but most of the time Whitefur doesn't mind. He'll just laugh along with them.
Throughout Whitefur's life, he has learned many things. One of them is, in fact, that sometimes you have to be prepared to kill if you want to stay alive. His wisdom has earned him a place among all the councils that Shiningstar and Redstar have held, and he will always have a special place in the Clan. The reason he's called a survivor is two things. First, he is the last one of his family alive, and second, he has always come out of battle with very few wounds, except for three; his crooked tail, the chunk missing from his ear, and the scar on his belly. He rarely talks about how he came by these wounds, as if he isn't proud of him, though he is.
Whitefur's dislikes include, surprisingly, killing. He enjoys hunting, and is a great fighter, even though he believes fighting will get you know where. but in battle he has a fiery passion, despite his old age, that drives him on. He thinks that if any cat is going to get wounded, it should be him, as he's so old. He doesn't think that younger cats should get harmed early in life, and he strives to make sure none of his Clanmates get harmed. It is an admirable, but maybe foolish, fact.
Past:
The elderly medicine cat left the Nursery and spoke quickly to the golden-brown tom waiting outside before returning to his den. The tom, Lionfoot, entered the Nursery and padded over to sit beside his mate's head. "Well, Wolfheart," he meowed. "Thought of any names?" The dark gray she-cat nodded and placed her muzzle on a black she-cat. "Ravenkit, the youngest," she mewed simply. She turned to a golden-brown tom like his father. "Brackenkit, the lithest." She turned to the last kit, a white, TimberClanner sized tom-kit with a black spot on his back and face, with golden-brown patches here and there. The father spoke up. "His name will be Whitekit."
And so, Whitekit, Brackenkit, and Ravenkit grew up in the Nursery, under the loving care of Lionfoot and Wolfheart. Brackenkit soon became the un-announced leader of the trio, and they got into all the normal mischeif of Clan kits. Whitekit was the fighter; he could beat both his brother and his sister. But their leader wasn't determined by this. Brackenkit was simply born to be leader. Ravenkit was the mischeif-maker, and only Brackenkit could keep her in line, with the help of Whitekit's fighting skills.
The day before they were made apprentices, Cheetahstar was killed in battle. The body of their father, Lionfoot, was found nearby, and it was assumed that he had died trying to avenge Cheetahstar. Shiningheart became the new leader, and the ceremony for Brackenpaw, Whitepaw, and Ravenpaw was the first she performed. Brackenpaw received the new deputy as a mentor, Foxclaw, Ravenpaw was to be mentored by Jumpingbrook, and Whitepaw by Shiningstar's mate, Rivertail. The most exciting thing that happened to them as apprentices was a huge battle with PeakClan. During this battle, a chunk of Whitepaw's ear was taken off. They trained hard to become warriors, and finally, they were given the chance.
Whitepaw kept running, knowing that Dawnsun would find it easy to spot him if he slowed, thanks to the white in his pelt. He wove his way through the trees of the Winding Forest, using his size and legs to his advantage. He caught Dawnsun's scent once, but ran faster and evaded her. Finally, he spotted the Sharp Rock ahead and ran faster, pushing his speed past his usual stride. He almost panicked as he saw Dawnsun speeding through the undergrowth toward him, but he just pushed himself harder and faster, letting bits of his fur get ripped off by the passing branches. Finally, he touched the Sharp Rock, but at the speed he was going he almost knocked himself unconcious by crashing into it. But at least he passed!
Whitepaw became Whitefur, his brother was called Brackenstorm, and his sister received the name Ravenfrost. Whitefur soon fell in love with Shiningstar's daughter, Silverpaw. But he insisted that she had to become a warrior before they could become mates. So she trained harder and passed the trial two moons earlier than most apprentices, receiving the name Silversky. Soon after this, he and his littermates received their first apprentices, Lizardpaw for Whitefur, Fogpaw for Brackenstorm, and Icepaw for Ravenfrost. Whitefur and his siblings were 18 moons old.
Soon before their apprentices became warriors, Silversky gave birth to three kits. But she died during the process. Her parting words with Whitefur were "I'll wait for you in StarClan." Whitefur was devastated, but named his kits the next day. There was a gray she-kit who was identical to her mother that he named Graykit, a light ginger whom he named Rosekit, and a golden-brown tom who received the name Nettlekit. Whitefur gave them to a she-cat called Kestrelwing the kits to take care of, as she had just had kits as well. Whitefur was 25 moons when his kits and her kits were born. His apprentice, Lizardpaw, became Lizardtail, Brackenstorm's became Fogpelt, and Ravenfrost's became Icefang.
Rosekit and Graykit both died during their first winter; it was too harsh for them, but Nettlekit survived and became fast friends with his foster brothers; Redkit and Runningkit. While they were growing up, Whitefur received the honor of having the position of Overseer for a while. Just before they became apprentices, Foxclaw, the deputy, was killed, and Brackenstorm was made Deputy. Whitefur was ecstatic when they were made apprentices; he had become somewhat of a foster father to Kestrelwing's kits. Whitefur received Redpaw as his second apprentice, and Nettlepaw was given to Brackenstorm. Whitefur was now 31 moons old, had had two apprentices, and been Overseer.
The dawn sun was creeping over the trees when Lightningstep and Whitefur came to outside the Apprentice's den together. Lightningstep led the way, and both warriors padded through the shadows towards their apprentices. While Lightningstep was proding Runningpaw's shoulder and speaking loudly into his ear, Whitefur was having a hard time finding Redpaw. When Lightningstep had finally succeeded in waking Runningpaw, Whitefur followed them out into the camp clearing, telling Lightningstep about how she was going to punish Redpaw when she found him. But they were all surprised to see that Redpaw was already sitting a few tail-lengths away from the den, and his pelt was already groomed! Once the look of shock had left his face, Whitefur smirked at Lightningstep about how superior his apprentice was acting.
As they made their way into the forest, Lightningstep began explaining what they were meant to be doing. "We'll want to test exactly how quick you are righ now, having just been made apprentices, but first turn aound and close your eyes and count to 60." Redpaw obeyed immediately.
But Runningpaw was still grumpy after being woken up so early. "I don't see why I have to," he grumbled, but was immediatly silenced by a sharp whack to the head, delivered by Lightningstep. "When you can dodge blows like that, then maybe you won't have to, but for now, do as you're told." Runningpaw, sill grumbling silently under his breath turned around and closed his eyes, and Redpaw couldn't help but smiling as though he knew what was coming.
After the allouted time, Redpaw and Runningpaw turned around and found that their mentors were taunting them from two trees, both a good distance away and opposite eachother. Redpaw, knowing immediatly what was expected of him, bounded across the forest floor, sticking to the parts that would hide him best, and shot up the tree. Once he was sitting beside his mentor, Whitefur looked around, and, after the look of terrified shock passed, seemed really impressed and pleased. Runningpaw, after watching his brother, tried to do the same but was always getting himself caught in the thick underbrush. Lightningstep was not pleased. "A warrior uses his size and pelt color to his advantaage, and does not try to use a method that might not work for him."
Whitefur was proud when his son and apprentice became warriors. Nettlepaw became Nettleclaw, and Redpaw was called Rednight. He watched as his son and his former apprentice received their first apprentices, and then he received his third; a she-cat called Fawnpaw. Fawnpaw was with him during the battle in which Whitefur received the scar on his stomach. Her training was continued by Brackenstorm until Whitefur was fit again, and then she became Fawndancer. Meanwhile, his son and Rednight had each been Overseer once, and received another apprentice each. But then came the Third Battle, in which Whitefur's tail became crooked. It was the largest battle with PeakClan yet, and Brackenstorm and Ravenfrost both died during it. While Whitefur was proud that his former apprentice, Rednight, became the new deputy, he was very upset by the death of his littermates.
Sadly, soon after this, Shiningstar, grandmother to Nettleclaw, was on her last life which, regretably, was spent on the deadly sickness of greencough. Whitefur was upset by this, but happy that a former apprentice of his was to be leader. And he knew that Redstar would be a wonderful leader, and that Nettleclaw would (maybe) make a great deputy. When Redstar's kits were born, Whitefur had the honor of mentoring Aspenpaw, who became Aspenleaf, the only remaining one of his litter. He was Whitefur's fourth apprentice, while his littermates, Sparrowpaw (Sparrowcry) was given to Nettleclaw and Rippedpaw (Rippedpelt) was mentored by Lizardtail. It was a sad day when Sparrowcry was killed by a badger, and Whitefur could feel the pain Redstar and Nettleclaw felt, and again when Rippedpelt died.
Whitefur is expecting to mentor one of the newest kits of Redstar's once they're old enough, and he hopes that his son might find someone who will love him.
Relationships:
Nettleclaw, son (UFA, if someone adopts him he might be made Deputy)
Foster sons: Rednight and Runningheart
Mentor: Rivertail
Apprentices: Lizardtail, Rednight, Fawndancer, and Aspenleaf.
