Post by Grady on Nov 17, 2009 15:38:07 GMT -6
Name: Whitebird
Age: 37 Moons
Rank: Deputy
Gender: Female
Alliance: Snowclan
Appearance: Whitebird isn't the prettiest of female felines. She isn't even, although her name suggests it, completely white. As ferals go, she is rather small - having never really surpassed the size of a large apprentice. She is, for the most part, a white she-cat, her fur longish, but just enough so that it keeps her body heat trapped in the higher climbs of her clan territory. It is also long enough to snage and foliage, and seemingly collect seemingly every single piece of dirt and debris that one can in the wild - so coat is less than pristine and snowy.
Along her left side, a slight 'birthmark' of discolored fur tints an oblong patch along her side in a pale, sandy color - as if some twoleg had spilled tea along her fur. Beneath her front right leg, there is a similar stain - however, it is darker more of a yellow-brown. This color is mirror on the outside tips of both her ears, where they connect with her white head.
The nose and bare pads on her body are a soft, delicate pink color, but they are deceptively soft - the constant scrape and cut of stones on her paws have worn and slit the pads into her toes. One of the nostrels of her nose has been torn open in a long ago fight - the same claws that raked the dark scar beneath the corner of her right eye, leaving her with a flare on the right side of her face. Perhaps her best feature are her eyes - an off sky blue.
Other: Whitebird has a habit of not fighting with her hind legs; her forepaws doing all the work. The reason for this is due to the fact that she methodically sharpens her front claws into fine points - over-compensating for a one time attack that left her face scarred. She therefore prefers to fight facing her opponent.
Personality: Whitebird isn't the oldest cat in Snowclan, but she most certainly may be the most cynical. She has no patience for anyone - kits, apprentices, and even fellow warriors - not to mention no desire whatsoever to make relationships outside of her clan. She is naturally a cold, and pessimistic she-cat, which has made her somewhat of a undesirable when it comes to settling down to start a family. That has never bothered her though - no tom has ever been good enough in her eyes, and besides, she is suspected to be sterile, thanks to the sickness that had effected her as a kit.
But many of the qualities that turn other cats off to Whitebird, makes her a rather efficient, tactile warrior. She is very down to earth, an no nonsense is her eternal motto. She does not like to make mistakes, but realizes that you can learn and grow from them, and has become a one-track trainer when it comes to the defense of her clan. She may not be the friendliest gal around, but she is ferocious when it comes to the defense of her clan, and even the most annoying of her clanmates. The word of her leader is law, and what they say, will always go.
Whitebird's wit comes in a combination of sarcasm and lack of most other base humors. She does not need to relax - or so she thinks - and if there ever were a workaholic clan cat, Whitebird would be just that. She's the last to fall into her nest at night, and the first to be up on dawn patrol. There's alot a silly, foolhardy apprentice could learn from Whitebird, but Starclan help the poor kit who gets partnered with her as a mentor.
History: Whitebird was born in Snowclan several moons ago - the only female in a litter of three. Her mother, Larkspirit, named her Whitekit, as at that time her birth, she seems to be perfectly white. Her brothers, Rockkit and Tankit, would not survive past their kithood - Rockkit being picked off by a predator as he wandered from the nursery shortly before their apprenticeship, and Tankit passing on to Starclan just hours after he was born.
Whitekit, however, was a fierce little kit. Losing the brothers she hardly knew never stopped this kit once - and instead, she bullied and simultaniously made other litters adopt her as a sibling at that time. She was, ironically, rather large for a kit - a fluffy ball of energy that was always trying to make older and younger nursery members to do what she wanted.
When Whitekit was old enough to become Whitepaw, she was apprenticed to her 'uncle' Aspenleaf. The tom, much like Whitepaw would later become, was a cynical old coot - really, a tom who should have retired to the elder's den long ago, but refused. Whitepaw desperately wanted to show herself to the old codger, and one day, nearly lost her life when she climbed to the top of a tall pine tree; determined to capture her first squirrel as it huddled high in it's mottled nest. She realized earlier something very important - she couldn't climb down. Eventually, one of the warriors had to rescue her - but after that, many of the older clan members joked that the white she-cat wanted to be 'just like the birds' - which would eventually lead to her warrior name.
This incident humiliated Whitepaw, and for a while, she refused to so much as talk to anyone, even Aspenleaf. She trained, she did, and she worked almost incomplete silence. She no longer wanted to play with other apprentices, didn't want to sit around and listen to the stories of the elders. She didn't grow much bigger by the time she hit 12 moons, but her determination was something to be admired in a relatively small cat.
She was ready to be named a warrior by the time she was 13 moons old, but her ceremony was sidetracked when a disease swept through the clan. So sick did Whitepaw get, it was thought she would pass away one night in the thralls of her fever. Her mother pleaded with the clan's leader to make her daughter a warrior before she met her relatives in Starclan, and so, she was given the name Whitebird, and a deathwatch of sorts started over the small she-cat. Death, however, never came to Whitebird. As greenleaf came to the territories, Whitebird's health increased - and while she was still rather slowed down and hampered by her illness, Whitebird recovered enough that, by the middle of the season, she moved in with her fellow warriors.
Whitebird's first battle as a warrior occursed in Leaffall of that year. A patrol along their borders nearly turned disasterous as her small party was attacked by two loners. The four cats on the patrol were batter; wounds across her smung face particuarly struck Whitebird, as the lone speckled tom's claws caught the lower 'tearduct' of her right eye, as well as her nostrel on that side. These wounds were superficial, but the areas in which they were struck did not heal as easily as side-wounds. Whitebird would be left with permanent reminders of what happened when you let your guard down on the seemingly quietest of patrols.
Other than the aformentioned events, Whitebird's life has been relatively normal, as far as other feral lives have gone. Until, that is, a few moons ago...when Snowclan's last Deputy, Fallenlog, gave up his position in order to comfortably retire to the Elder's Den. Whitebird, despite her frosty disposition and outlook on inter-clan relations, was named as his sucessor - thanks to her ongoing support and her ferocious devotion to the betterment of Snowclan.
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Age: 37 Moons
Rank: Deputy
Gender: Female
Alliance: Snowclan
Appearance: Whitebird isn't the prettiest of female felines. She isn't even, although her name suggests it, completely white. As ferals go, she is rather small - having never really surpassed the size of a large apprentice. She is, for the most part, a white she-cat, her fur longish, but just enough so that it keeps her body heat trapped in the higher climbs of her clan territory. It is also long enough to snage and foliage, and seemingly collect seemingly every single piece of dirt and debris that one can in the wild - so coat is less than pristine and snowy.
Along her left side, a slight 'birthmark' of discolored fur tints an oblong patch along her side in a pale, sandy color - as if some twoleg had spilled tea along her fur. Beneath her front right leg, there is a similar stain - however, it is darker more of a yellow-brown. This color is mirror on the outside tips of both her ears, where they connect with her white head.
The nose and bare pads on her body are a soft, delicate pink color, but they are deceptively soft - the constant scrape and cut of stones on her paws have worn and slit the pads into her toes. One of the nostrels of her nose has been torn open in a long ago fight - the same claws that raked the dark scar beneath the corner of her right eye, leaving her with a flare on the right side of her face. Perhaps her best feature are her eyes - an off sky blue.
Other: Whitebird has a habit of not fighting with her hind legs; her forepaws doing all the work. The reason for this is due to the fact that she methodically sharpens her front claws into fine points - over-compensating for a one time attack that left her face scarred. She therefore prefers to fight facing her opponent.
Personality: Whitebird isn't the oldest cat in Snowclan, but she most certainly may be the most cynical. She has no patience for anyone - kits, apprentices, and even fellow warriors - not to mention no desire whatsoever to make relationships outside of her clan. She is naturally a cold, and pessimistic she-cat, which has made her somewhat of a undesirable when it comes to settling down to start a family. That has never bothered her though - no tom has ever been good enough in her eyes, and besides, she is suspected to be sterile, thanks to the sickness that had effected her as a kit.
But many of the qualities that turn other cats off to Whitebird, makes her a rather efficient, tactile warrior. She is very down to earth, an no nonsense is her eternal motto. She does not like to make mistakes, but realizes that you can learn and grow from them, and has become a one-track trainer when it comes to the defense of her clan. She may not be the friendliest gal around, but she is ferocious when it comes to the defense of her clan, and even the most annoying of her clanmates. The word of her leader is law, and what they say, will always go.
Whitebird's wit comes in a combination of sarcasm and lack of most other base humors. She does not need to relax - or so she thinks - and if there ever were a workaholic clan cat, Whitebird would be just that. She's the last to fall into her nest at night, and the first to be up on dawn patrol. There's alot a silly, foolhardy apprentice could learn from Whitebird, but Starclan help the poor kit who gets partnered with her as a mentor.
History: Whitebird was born in Snowclan several moons ago - the only female in a litter of three. Her mother, Larkspirit, named her Whitekit, as at that time her birth, she seems to be perfectly white. Her brothers, Rockkit and Tankit, would not survive past their kithood - Rockkit being picked off by a predator as he wandered from the nursery shortly before their apprenticeship, and Tankit passing on to Starclan just hours after he was born.
Whitekit, however, was a fierce little kit. Losing the brothers she hardly knew never stopped this kit once - and instead, she bullied and simultaniously made other litters adopt her as a sibling at that time. She was, ironically, rather large for a kit - a fluffy ball of energy that was always trying to make older and younger nursery members to do what she wanted.
When Whitekit was old enough to become Whitepaw, she was apprenticed to her 'uncle' Aspenleaf. The tom, much like Whitepaw would later become, was a cynical old coot - really, a tom who should have retired to the elder's den long ago, but refused. Whitepaw desperately wanted to show herself to the old codger, and one day, nearly lost her life when she climbed to the top of a tall pine tree; determined to capture her first squirrel as it huddled high in it's mottled nest. She realized earlier something very important - she couldn't climb down. Eventually, one of the warriors had to rescue her - but after that, many of the older clan members joked that the white she-cat wanted to be 'just like the birds' - which would eventually lead to her warrior name.
This incident humiliated Whitepaw, and for a while, she refused to so much as talk to anyone, even Aspenleaf. She trained, she did, and she worked almost incomplete silence. She no longer wanted to play with other apprentices, didn't want to sit around and listen to the stories of the elders. She didn't grow much bigger by the time she hit 12 moons, but her determination was something to be admired in a relatively small cat.
She was ready to be named a warrior by the time she was 13 moons old, but her ceremony was sidetracked when a disease swept through the clan. So sick did Whitepaw get, it was thought she would pass away one night in the thralls of her fever. Her mother pleaded with the clan's leader to make her daughter a warrior before she met her relatives in Starclan, and so, she was given the name Whitebird, and a deathwatch of sorts started over the small she-cat. Death, however, never came to Whitebird. As greenleaf came to the territories, Whitebird's health increased - and while she was still rather slowed down and hampered by her illness, Whitebird recovered enough that, by the middle of the season, she moved in with her fellow warriors.
Whitebird's first battle as a warrior occursed in Leaffall of that year. A patrol along their borders nearly turned disasterous as her small party was attacked by two loners. The four cats on the patrol were batter; wounds across her smung face particuarly struck Whitebird, as the lone speckled tom's claws caught the lower 'tearduct' of her right eye, as well as her nostrel on that side. These wounds were superficial, but the areas in which they were struck did not heal as easily as side-wounds. Whitebird would be left with permanent reminders of what happened when you let your guard down on the seemingly quietest of patrols.
Other than the aformentioned events, Whitebird's life has been relatively normal, as far as other feral lives have gone. Until, that is, a few moons ago...when Snowclan's last Deputy, Fallenlog, gave up his position in order to comfortably retire to the Elder's Den. Whitebird, despite her frosty disposition and outlook on inter-clan relations, was named as his sucessor - thanks to her ongoing support and her ferocious devotion to the betterment of Snowclan.
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