Whitewhisker
Gender: She-cat
Current Clan: WindClan
Bloodline: Born into WindClan
Age: 11 moons
Clan position: Warrior
Appearance: Whitewhisker is a young and beautiful she-cat with generally ruffled fur (from the wind on the moors) and long whiskers. She is very elegant and swift, with sparkling eyes.
Eye color: Deep green
Fur color: A dark grey color
Any markings: She has black socks on her right front and left back feet, but grey toes on each of these, and a black stretch from her neck to the base of her tail. She has a white blaze from the bridge of her nose to her brows, and a white chin.
Scars: Whitewhisker has a scar on her left shoulder, and a notch out of her right ear.
Personality: Likes: Running across the moor, rabbit, battle, Gathering's, her clanmates, the idea of being deputy
Dislikes: Crow, raven, hawks, Blackfrost, the forest land, being under trees, brambles, small spaces, tripping, rogues, dogs
Fears: Getting trapped, the idea of Blackfrost being deputy, falling, drowning
Other: Whitewhisker has a very strong and radiant demeanor. She is highly proud of her speed, believing herself to be the fastest WindClan cat, and walks around as if she's leader. Of course, she knows she's not, and she holds respect for her leader and deputy. As an apprentice she detested the chores, caring for the elders and cleaning out dirty bedding, and she still does. In hard times when WindClan is short of apprentices, the younger warriors have to take on their chores. This is something Whitewhisker hates about being so young. But she also loves it, it makes her faster than the older ones.
Whitewhisker has a secret adoration for the queens, she's always so kind and caring towards the kits and nursing mothers. She'll bring the queens wet moss to lick and fresh-kill after every hunting trip. She sometimes wishes she were with them, bearing new warriors for the clan. The she-cat, of course, doesn't want to be stuck in a den the whole day. So she'll wait for the right time, when she's found a perfect mate.
She is also very ambitious. She watches the deputy of the clan with awe-filled and careful eyes. She desperately wants to be the next leader, but will not betray her clan by killing to achieve her goal. If she becomes deputy, it will be because she worked hard and proved herself worthy.
Whitewhisker has a very competitive attitude. She will rise to nearly any challenge, as long as it is in accordance to the Warrior Code-which she sticks to with defiance. But she can't resist a competition.
Whitewhisker always keeps her fur clean and clear of any debris or mud, but never smooths it down. She loves to keep her fur ruffled as a sign of her being born into WindClan, as she is very proud of this.
SPECIALS Stats: +5 speed for WindClan
Strength: 6
Paws: 2
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 6
Leaping: 5
Speed: 10
History: Whitewhisker was born to the WindClan queen Hoppingreed and the tom Breezefeather in the season of newleaf. There was a litter of four, giving Hoppingreed three sons and one daughter. She was the smallest but the thinnest, and the most lithe. She was always faster than her brothers, always beating them in races. She couldn't wait to become an apprentice, how she would impress her mentor! Come the end of greenleaf, Whitekit and her brothers were apprenticed.
Whitepaw now, was given Eagletalon as her mentor. She trained hard with the brown tom, learning as much as she could, hanging onto his every syllable. He taught her to chase the quick rabbits and even hunt the small squirrels. She soon came to be the best hunter among the apprentices, even respected by some of the clan. She worked hard on all aspects of her training, hunting and fighting. She was better at the hunting part, but she was able to outsmart many of those she fought. Her small lithe shape made it easy to weave around the opponent, ducking and dashing in for a swift attack.
Once while she was hunting near RiverClan territory, a WindClan tom crossed the border. Whitepaw hissed him back, but not before a RiverClan patrol found him, and attacked on site. Whitepaw fought bravely, easily dodging the slow RiverClan cats movements, and darting in with her own. They won the battle, but Whitepaw was given a rather deep scratch on her left shoulder. When they made it back to camp, Whitepaw was still bleeding heavily. The medicine cat did all she could to heal her, but it took her a moon to recover. She was left with a scar on her shoulder, but she only trained twice as hard.
She had fallen behind on her apprenticeship, and was forced to watch her denmates become warriors without her. But she was nice about it, she never complained, not once. She watched the leader and deputy of the clan, learning from observation as well as her mentor. Finally, the time came when she was allowed her ceremony, named Whitewhisker for her white muzzle and long whiskers. She was overjoyed, and strove for greatness even after she left the apprentice den.
As she grew from apprentice to warrior, she became more confident. She was still considered the best hunter in the clan, and was often sent on the hunting patrols. She was highly respected for her battle skills as well, as few could beat her in a fight. Inside her grew the desire to become deputy, to have responsibility over the clan. She was ambitious, but would never shame her name by killing for such a position. She only wanted what was best for the clan.
She grew up beside the warrior Blackfrost, the son of a rogue. Whitewhisker suspected he was up to more than he seemed, but she knew that the strong tom was an ideal cat for the next deputy. Whitewhisker wanted to make sure he wasn't. His actions, the way he spoke, everything he did made her believe that he hated WindClan. She only noticed because she was so observant, it seemed none of the other cats believed he was up to trouble.
And so her story begins in WindClan, nothing more nothing less.
Sample RP segment: 6. Your OC is out hunting on the edges of his/her territory when he/she comes across an(some) apprentice(s) sneaking onto his/her Clan's territory. Given your character's personality, compose a brief narrative in which your OC identifies and addresses the situation.
Whitewhisker was running across the moor, the wind ruffling her grey pelt. A white bobtail darted in front of her, zigzagging its way away from the she-cat. She raced on, digging her claws into the springy grass to push herself faster. She was nearing her kill now, she could almost taste the creature's flesh in her teeth. Glancing up warily, she noticed she was nearing the ThunderClan border. With a huff of stubborn persistence, she clawed her way forward till the rabbit fell beneath her snapping jaws.
Happily, she picked up the rabbit and turned to head back to camp. Whitewhisker set down her prey to re-adjust her hold on it, when a scent caught her attention. She swung her head around, searching for the source of the retched smell. It was ThunderClan, she was sure of it. Whitewhisker, making sure to stay on her side of the border, padded up to the edge of the moor. The stream that marked the border trickled down, almost iced over in the leaf-bare cold. Still, there were two scents, young, a tom and a she-cat. She followed it, sniffing as she went.
The smell suddenly grew stronger, and she felt paws land on her back. Small paws at least. She whipped around, teeth bared, and sent the apprentice flying with a strong blow. Claws raked across her muzzle, and she tasted blood. Nimbly turning around, she found the second apprentice, barely a 'paw.
"What are you doing out here little one? You're barely old enough to leave the nursery!" She sneered, batting at the tom's flank, claws unsheathed. The ThunderClan tom yowled in pain, backing away into his own territory. The she-cat was a little more daring, leaping forward with claws outstretched, aiming for Whitewhisker's face. She dodged easily, quickly moving out of the way of the slow ThunderClan cat.
"Get off WindClan territory!" She snarled, pouncing atop the apprentice. "You're not even a warrior, you have no business straying from your own! Go back and learn some respect from your mentor!" With that, along with a last ferocious bite to the she-cat's tail, the ThunderClan cats raced away.
"And stay out!" Whitewhisker added. Turning her back on them, she gingerly picked up the dead rabbit and trotted back to camp.
(Acceptance)
