Post by kanalee on Jun 11, 2011 15:30:15 GMT -6
Name: Whitefoot
Age: 14 Moons
Gender: Male
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: None
Love Interest: None
Kin:
Mother - Sparrowheart
Father - Windscreech
Description:
Body xx
Lean and agile, athletic and free, Whitefoot is unusually tall for a cat and definitely built. Though his muscles are not defined too much, you can definitely tell that they're there. Along his back you can see a small bump, a scar from an unidentified illness he got when he was just a kitten. As you travel down his legs, you see that his paws are extremely large, helpful when balancing on tree limbs and rocks. His claws are slightly blunt, having been used often with hunting and battling, but that doesn't mean they still don't work - He can still knock a cat out by punching him in the head.
Pelt xx
Whitefoot's pelt is a slightly smoky yet still handsome lush brown tabby colour, his stripes melting into the rest of him as if they were sprayed on. His paws, a unique white stocking appeal, are extremely clean as if he hasn't used them for anything, and his paw pads, a very cute lush pink colour, are actually kind of rough. Whitefoot's pelt, once touched, can feel very fluffy if you ruff it up a bit, almost like kittypet fur. But once smoothed down by a gentle tongue or paw, you will see that it is very thick, and rough to the touch - An unusual texture of fur.
Eyes xx
Whitefoot's eyes are a very beautiful, magnificent blue colour once looking into them - But if you pay attention to detail, along the outer rim, near the bottom of his eye at his lower eyelid, you can see a few rectangular shaped brown flecks, unique for his mother had brown eyes, his father green. Whitefoot's eyes, when in a temper, glow slightly in the light, and it's not super powers - This has happened his entire life for some odd reason. When he's sad, their color dies down to an almost gray colour, and it's a neverending changing cycle between dim or bright. You never really do see an in between.
Personality:
Whitefoot is very dark, almost gothic for cats, and he's never seen smiling - At least, when he meets anyone new. If someone new comes into the Clan, he's immediately suspicious for some reason and doesn't trust them. But stick around, and you'll see that while he's with family and close friends, he's smiling and laughing and having fun, although you still see that dark glint in his eye every once in a while. But on the other hand, while he's dark, menacing and mysterious, Whitefoot is also a big sweetheart who loves almost everyone and everything once he gets to know them. He loves to help out with peoples' tasks and jobs, and loves to take long walks in WindClan's territory. Make any move that seems threatening, and Whitefoot could be your deadliest enemy, but be cautious and sweet, and you may have just earned a new protector.
History:
Kittenhood xx
When Whitefoot was just a little kitten, his life was perfectly fine - Until he turned 3 moons. One night, when it was a new moon and the sky was pitch black, no stars at all, Whitefoot, known as Whitekit back then, suddenly came down with a horrible fever, coughing so hard that it scratched his throat and having horrible ear aches. Windscreech and Sparrowheart didn't know what to do, but they were afraid to go to the medicine cat in fear of what the medicine cat might say. So, in the middle of the night, the little family went off with Whitekit, where they tried almost every single herb they could find, being very careful to scent each one to make sure none were poisonous. Later on, he was cured, but as for what cured him, they aren't exactly sure. But ever since then, he's had a large bump on the middle of his back, a reminder of what could have happened on that restless night.
Apprenticehood xx
When Whitefoot was an apprentice, known as Whitepaw, he had the privilege of having his own father, Windscreech, be his mentor. Every day they trained, and then afterwards, would go for a long walk through the territory, trying to hunt for anything they could find so they could bring it back and show the Clan how good they were - Sadly, it didn't really work out each time. Nothing really extraordinary happened when Whitepaw was an apprentice - His mother got pregnant with a litter of kits, and during delivery found out that every one of them had died because of something she ate. It was a horrible time for them, but it soon passed, and they haven't really talked about it ever since.
Warriorhood xx
Whitefoot has just been turned into a Warrior - Standing guard as he went through his vigil all night, he had a fun time trying to count how many stars were in the sky, finally just deciding there were too many to count in the first place and counting trees, he knew that this was what he wanted to be - His friend, who wanted to be a medicine cat, lost his chance, and he felt bad for his friend, but Whitefoot knew that if he ever became a medicine cat, that he probably wouldn't enjoy the life that much. Whitefoot loves to run and run, and hunt all that he can find. And now, to this day, he is still looking for a chance to prove himself to the Clan and show that he really does belong.
Roleplay Example:
Whitefoot stretched as he nodded his thanks to Ravenstar - He had just been made into a Warrior, and now was required to stand guard outside of the camp as his vigil. Padding over to the outside of the entrance, he sat down at one corner of the entrance, staring up at the sky as he angled his ears forward, listening for any signs of commotion. This was it - This was the last test he had to take before he could be a warrior and go on patrol with his friends. As he thought about going on border patrol, hunting patrol, and standing in a line with the rest of his Clan as they fought to protect their territory, a sad little feeling creapt up inside his heart, and he couldn't help but breathe a little less evenly. He knew that his father wasn't able to hunt anymore - Being blind kind of took that away from you when you're 42 Moons. And his mother, the gentle hearted one who lost her second litter of kits, the kittens who might have been Whitefoot's siblings that he could teach and perhaps receive as an apprentice one day. Whitefoot couldn't help but sigh - Things in his life were getting pretty ugly as time went on, but he knew that he wasn't the only one going through it. Out there in the big world, he bet that there was someone going through what he was going through, who were sitting vigil outside their camp, waiting for their chance at the big life. And he suddenly wondered: Should I go out there to find this person? Or should I continue to daydream about it? Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Whitefoot quietly stood up before making his way away from the camp, and into the forest to find this so called being..
Age: 14 Moons
Gender: Male
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: None
Love Interest: None
Kin:
Mother - Sparrowheart
Father - Windscreech
Description:
Body xx
Lean and agile, athletic and free, Whitefoot is unusually tall for a cat and definitely built. Though his muscles are not defined too much, you can definitely tell that they're there. Along his back you can see a small bump, a scar from an unidentified illness he got when he was just a kitten. As you travel down his legs, you see that his paws are extremely large, helpful when balancing on tree limbs and rocks. His claws are slightly blunt, having been used often with hunting and battling, but that doesn't mean they still don't work - He can still knock a cat out by punching him in the head.
Pelt xx
Whitefoot's pelt is a slightly smoky yet still handsome lush brown tabby colour, his stripes melting into the rest of him as if they were sprayed on. His paws, a unique white stocking appeal, are extremely clean as if he hasn't used them for anything, and his paw pads, a very cute lush pink colour, are actually kind of rough. Whitefoot's pelt, once touched, can feel very fluffy if you ruff it up a bit, almost like kittypet fur. But once smoothed down by a gentle tongue or paw, you will see that it is very thick, and rough to the touch - An unusual texture of fur.
Eyes xx
Whitefoot's eyes are a very beautiful, magnificent blue colour once looking into them - But if you pay attention to detail, along the outer rim, near the bottom of his eye at his lower eyelid, you can see a few rectangular shaped brown flecks, unique for his mother had brown eyes, his father green. Whitefoot's eyes, when in a temper, glow slightly in the light, and it's not super powers - This has happened his entire life for some odd reason. When he's sad, their color dies down to an almost gray colour, and it's a neverending changing cycle between dim or bright. You never really do see an in between.
Personality:
Whitefoot is very dark, almost gothic for cats, and he's never seen smiling - At least, when he meets anyone new. If someone new comes into the Clan, he's immediately suspicious for some reason and doesn't trust them. But stick around, and you'll see that while he's with family and close friends, he's smiling and laughing and having fun, although you still see that dark glint in his eye every once in a while. But on the other hand, while he's dark, menacing and mysterious, Whitefoot is also a big sweetheart who loves almost everyone and everything once he gets to know them. He loves to help out with peoples' tasks and jobs, and loves to take long walks in WindClan's territory. Make any move that seems threatening, and Whitefoot could be your deadliest enemy, but be cautious and sweet, and you may have just earned a new protector.
History:
Kittenhood xx
When Whitefoot was just a little kitten, his life was perfectly fine - Until he turned 3 moons. One night, when it was a new moon and the sky was pitch black, no stars at all, Whitefoot, known as Whitekit back then, suddenly came down with a horrible fever, coughing so hard that it scratched his throat and having horrible ear aches. Windscreech and Sparrowheart didn't know what to do, but they were afraid to go to the medicine cat in fear of what the medicine cat might say. So, in the middle of the night, the little family went off with Whitekit, where they tried almost every single herb they could find, being very careful to scent each one to make sure none were poisonous. Later on, he was cured, but as for what cured him, they aren't exactly sure. But ever since then, he's had a large bump on the middle of his back, a reminder of what could have happened on that restless night.
Apprenticehood xx
When Whitefoot was an apprentice, known as Whitepaw, he had the privilege of having his own father, Windscreech, be his mentor. Every day they trained, and then afterwards, would go for a long walk through the territory, trying to hunt for anything they could find so they could bring it back and show the Clan how good they were - Sadly, it didn't really work out each time. Nothing really extraordinary happened when Whitepaw was an apprentice - His mother got pregnant with a litter of kits, and during delivery found out that every one of them had died because of something she ate. It was a horrible time for them, but it soon passed, and they haven't really talked about it ever since.
Warriorhood xx
Whitefoot has just been turned into a Warrior - Standing guard as he went through his vigil all night, he had a fun time trying to count how many stars were in the sky, finally just deciding there were too many to count in the first place and counting trees, he knew that this was what he wanted to be - His friend, who wanted to be a medicine cat, lost his chance, and he felt bad for his friend, but Whitefoot knew that if he ever became a medicine cat, that he probably wouldn't enjoy the life that much. Whitefoot loves to run and run, and hunt all that he can find. And now, to this day, he is still looking for a chance to prove himself to the Clan and show that he really does belong.
Roleplay Example:
Whitefoot stretched as he nodded his thanks to Ravenstar - He had just been made into a Warrior, and now was required to stand guard outside of the camp as his vigil. Padding over to the outside of the entrance, he sat down at one corner of the entrance, staring up at the sky as he angled his ears forward, listening for any signs of commotion. This was it - This was the last test he had to take before he could be a warrior and go on patrol with his friends. As he thought about going on border patrol, hunting patrol, and standing in a line with the rest of his Clan as they fought to protect their territory, a sad little feeling creapt up inside his heart, and he couldn't help but breathe a little less evenly. He knew that his father wasn't able to hunt anymore - Being blind kind of took that away from you when you're 42 Moons. And his mother, the gentle hearted one who lost her second litter of kits, the kittens who might have been Whitefoot's siblings that he could teach and perhaps receive as an apprentice one day. Whitefoot couldn't help but sigh - Things in his life were getting pretty ugly as time went on, but he knew that he wasn't the only one going through it. Out there in the big world, he bet that there was someone going through what he was going through, who were sitting vigil outside their camp, waiting for their chance at the big life. And he suddenly wondered: Should I go out there to find this person? Or should I continue to daydream about it? Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Whitefoot quietly stood up before making his way away from the camp, and into the forest to find this so called being..
