Post by ☆ Y e l l o w ☆ on Oct 1, 2009 17:02:14 GMT -6
Name: Whiteheart
Age: 21 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Apprentice: ---
Rank: Warrior
Mate/Crush: None!~ Very open! =D
Kin:
Littlekit- Deceased
Mother- Dovepelt- NPC
Badgercloud- Aunt- NPC
Sablepaw- Cousin- Spore
Mottledkit- Cousin- Deceased
Squirrelkit- Cousin- Deceased
Description: Like her name suggests, Whiteheart has mostly white fur. However, it is not all white. The she-cat has some black spots on her fur as well. The largest is on her tail- in fact, her entire tail is black. Her left ear and the fur around it is also black. The final bit of black is a patch on her right side. These three large patches make her seem more bi-colored than white, yet the reality is that there is far more white than black.
Whiteheart is quite an average cat when it comes to build. As a ShadowClan cat, she is gifted with the ability of stealthiness, which helps her greatly since it's hard to go unspotted by her prey because of her bright coat. She is fluid and graceful in appearance, evenly proportioned with no real distinguishing traits. She's lacking in strength and stamina, but she somehow makes up for it, for she isn't really noticed for her weak physical traits.
Her eyes are a neat amber-yellow mix, a rather common and usual color. But she is able to put a certain light to her eyes that bring much life to them. They are one of her most attractive features, though she doesn't really know it.
Personality: Whiteheart, very true to her name, is a warmhearted cat. It takes quite a lot to make her angry or disliking of someone, and she treats most cats with kindness. She has a great deal of maturity, having seemed to grow out of her mischievous kithood long ago. She'll never hesitate to help another, and is rather generous to cats of higher rank than herself as well as young cats. For her good traits, she has some fatal flaws. Her soft personality goes all the way- she is terribly fragile. It is easy to hurt her feelings. Sometimes it only takes a few words or a glance to make her think she did something wrong. Whiteheart is gullible as well; she'll believe most things said to her even if it is obvious to others that she's being lied to. And most of all is her dependency. Once she finds someone she likes, she clings to them and doesn't let go. If that link is severed, well, she doesn't think about that. She blocks the idea out of her mind completely, immune to any reality.
History: She was born in leaf-fall as Whitekit with her brother, a black and white cat named Littlekit. Littlekit had been the runt of the small litter and was weak from birth. Their mother had always been concerned for his health, and most of her attention went to Littlekit and making sure he stayed well. Whitekit, the larger and healthier kitten, was pushed aside. There were several other kits and queens to keep her company, but nothing could take the place of the love she was missing from her mother.
It went on like this for a few moons. Whitekit did not get angry with her brother for taking all the attention, nor did she hate her mother for ignoring her. She went on living the way things were, if anything only a little saddened. The longing was still inside her. She wanted to be paid attention to. She wanted to feel important. She wanted to be loved in the unique way that could come from no other source than her parent. But it was all for waste.
In the midst of leafbare, his weakness finally caught up with him. Littlekit died one night, presumably of the cold. After finishing her grieving, Whitekit's mother decided her daughter could take care of herself, since she was almost five moons old, and she returned to being a warrior. Whitekit had hoped she would finally gain her mother's attention when Littlekit passed away, but the opposite happened, and now she almost never saw her mother anymore. The rest of her kithood she spent in a mild depression, brooding over something she thought she had lost, but never had in the first place.
She was able to cheer up a little more once she became an apprentice. She was able to spend her time training and not worrying about her sad thoughts. In time she forgot about her mother completely, caught up in the race to become a warrior before the older apprentices. Most of her apprenticehood went by without much trouble. Her skills were nothing special, and she didn't stand out from the other talented apprentices. When it came time for her to be named, she was noted for her soft, sweet personality. A suiting name, she thought happily. Whiteheart.
However, there was something missing from her life. Something she hadn't thought about since she became an apprentice. She had no one special. No one that she shared a special connection with, such as that of a kit and their parent. She had thought she didn't need anything like that, since she had gone without it for her whole life. But soon she realized this wasn't true. She wanted someone to confide in, someone who could comfort her, someone to make life worth living. And so she set out on the hunt. She would do anything to have a close friend, or even a mate. Almost anything.
Roleplay example:
Other:
And the worst part is
Before it gets any better we're headed for a cliff
And in the freefall I realize
I'm better off when I hit the bottom
-Turn it off ~ Paramore
Her fate has already been decided. Mwahaha.
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