Whiteheart {{Windclan}}
Dec 13, 2009 7:26:40 GMT -6
Post by Mouse on Dec 13, 2009 7:26:40 GMT -6
Whiteheart
Tom ● 21 Moons ● Windclan ● Warrior
Solid white tom with blue eyes
A P P E A R A N C E
Whiteheart is a very muscular tom, slightly large for a tom his age. He’s bulky but he knows how to move easily with his body. His skin fits easily over his body and nothing seems too big nor too small. However, over time, due to him kind of falling into a depression, everything about him has just seemed to dwindle since he doesn’t see the need in taking care of himself.
His fur used to be very clean, but now it easily gets dirty and he could seem to care less. Many she-cats and older cats scold him for just letting himself go like this, but he knows it’s hard to keep his fur spotless since it is so white. However, occasionally you will see him trying to make himself look nicer as if he’s going to meet someone.
His eyes are a soft gentle icy blue. One look in them and you can be drawn into the tom and see everything he feels. Anger and rage, not to mention hatred, cross his eyes. He looks at everyone with respect and loyalty. Also the more you look you see a deep hidden pain that he never wants anyone to see, but he isn’t good at hiding it.
Whiteheart is a very muscular tom, slightly large for a tom his age. He’s bulky but he knows how to move easily with his body. His skin fits easily over his body and nothing seems too big nor too small. However, over time, due to him kind of falling into a depression, everything about him has just seemed to dwindle since he doesn’t see the need in taking care of himself.
His fur used to be very clean, but now it easily gets dirty and he could seem to care less. Many she-cats and older cats scold him for just letting himself go like this, but he knows it’s hard to keep his fur spotless since it is so white. However, occasionally you will see him trying to make himself look nicer as if he’s going to meet someone.
His eyes are a soft gentle icy blue. One look in them and you can be drawn into the tom and see everything he feels. Anger and rage, not to mention hatred, cross his eyes. He looks at everyone with respect and loyalty. Also the more you look you see a deep hidden pain that he never wants anyone to see, but he isn’t good at hiding it.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Whiteheart is a cat that can get along with pretty much anyone. However if you do his friends family or clan wrong he’ll let you know it. Although he is not a tom that likes to fight all the time he is willing to defend a cause or another cat with his life if need be. To himself he is able to separate his personality into four different categories:
Kits/Apprentices: He treats kits as if they were his own kits and loves to play with them when they ask. He rarely gets irritated with one and will almost never yell at one or tell them not to do something. Apprentices he sees as younger brothers and sisters, and is more willing to get onto them than he is kits. Although he has just become a warrior, he doesn’t mind helping them or correcting them.
Warriors: Warriors in the clan and in other clans are like his blood. Unless he has to, he would not do anything to harm them in anyway. To senior warriors he treats them as if they were the deputy. Ones closer to his age, he messes around with them, but knows when to stop or let it die. He is very loyal to any cat that he calls a friend and would do anything for them.
Leader/Elders: The leader he treats with the upmost respect. He never talks unless he is asked or argues against them even if he thinks they’re wrong. He would die for his leader even if it was completely pointless and a waste of his life. Elder he treats with the same respect and has learned not to get sour with them and listen to their advice when they give it.
Rouges/Loner/Kittypets: To these cats he treats them all with respect until they turn their back on him. He’ll never completely ignore them, but if they don’t want help at the time he won’t give them the light of day. If a rouge tries to hurt his family, Whiteheart will fight the cat but mostly on terms of just hurting not killing. Kittypets he has learned to tolerate and sometimes hopes that the cats will understand what kind of life he’s missing. But he never trespasses on their land.
Whiteheart is a cat that can get along with pretty much anyone. However if you do his friends family or clan wrong he’ll let you know it. Although he is not a tom that likes to fight all the time he is willing to defend a cause or another cat with his life if need be. To himself he is able to separate his personality into four different categories:
Kits/Apprentices: He treats kits as if they were his own kits and loves to play with them when they ask. He rarely gets irritated with one and will almost never yell at one or tell them not to do something. Apprentices he sees as younger brothers and sisters, and is more willing to get onto them than he is kits. Although he has just become a warrior, he doesn’t mind helping them or correcting them.
Warriors: Warriors in the clan and in other clans are like his blood. Unless he has to, he would not do anything to harm them in anyway. To senior warriors he treats them as if they were the deputy. Ones closer to his age, he messes around with them, but knows when to stop or let it die. He is very loyal to any cat that he calls a friend and would do anything for them.
Leader/Elders: The leader he treats with the upmost respect. He never talks unless he is asked or argues against them even if he thinks they’re wrong. He would die for his leader even if it was completely pointless and a waste of his life. Elder he treats with the same respect and has learned not to get sour with them and listen to their advice when they give it.
Rouges/Loner/Kittypets: To these cats he treats them all with respect until they turn their back on him. He’ll never completely ignore them, but if they don’t want help at the time he won’t give them the light of day. If a rouge tries to hurt his family, Whiteheart will fight the cat but mostly on terms of just hurting not killing. Kittypets he has learned to tolerate and sometimes hopes that the cats will understand what kind of life he’s missing. But he never trespasses on their land.
H I S T O R Y
Whiteheart is a clan cat born and raised. Only son out of three, Whiteheart learned quickly what responsibility and respect was. His parents, Hollygaze (mother) and Silvereye (father), were both very respectable warriors in the clan and as a kit he dreamed of being like his father one day.
Being a kit he would often play around with his sisters, Minnowkit and Nightkit, around the nursery and usually found ways to sneak into the apprentices den to wake up the trainees to go do their jobs. Many warriors were thankful, but the apprentices on the other hand were slightly irritated. They would also find ways to get into the warriors den and bug the crud out of the warriors. Whitekit only remembered one cat that didn’t mind them coming in and that was Hazelwing (now Hazelstar). He would wake her up many a time just to play.
When he was finally 6 moons old he could hardly stand the wait. He was finally going to be a warrior and he hoped that he had a really good mentor. He was wanting to learn how to fight and hunt and learn all the codes of the clans and hopefully make new friends outside the clan. When the leader at the time held off his Apprenticeship he was slightly upset. At the time a new deputy had to be made and the leader was so stressed with that that Hollygaze told the leader her kits could wait. Grudgingly Whitekit waited and soon the meeting for the deputy came up. Whitekit padded out with his sisters and sat near Hazelwing just as excited about getting this done as she was to see who it was going to be. When the leader called out her name he looked at her and grinned. She would make a great deputy…. But she didn’t have an apprentice. A small hope rose inside Whitekit as the leader started to speak again. They were finally becoming Apprentices! When the leader announced that he would be Hazelwing’s apprentice he could help but feel an excitement fill him ear tip to tail tip. He had a worthy mentor and a fun one at that.
Over the next few moons Whitepaw trained hard and diligently to become the best warrior anyone could see. Soon he was able to track rabbits without the rabbit seeing him, although his white fur did cause a problem and was excellent at catching hawks and falcons. He also excelled in his fighting technique. He listened intently to everything Hazelwing taught him and when another warrior helped he listened to them too. He felt like nothing could bring him down at all.
However that changed a few moons later. The three siblings had decided to go out on a hunting patrol together, and didn’t bring any warriors with them. They thought they could help each other. Well Minnowpaw soon caught whiff of a rabbit and started after it, Nightpaw right behind her. Whitepaw followed but more wanting to see how they did. When the rabbit darted into a rabbit hole, Minnowpaw stopped outside it and looked at her sister who found the back entrance and waited. When Nightpaw nodded they both darted in. Whitepaw watched with amusement until the ground beneath him started moving. His eyes widened and he darted back and then turned and watched as the rabbit hole collapsed on his sisters. Neither survived. Over the next few days Whitepaw couldn’t help but feel it was his fault and watched as he mother grew very sick from depression. Gladly she survived and Whitepaw was able to get back in regular sync. Although he missed his sisters he still trained for them.
Also something that hit him hard and sort of held back his training a bit was his mentor becoming a queen. When Hazelwing told him that she was to be expecting kits he was excited for his mentor at first but then slowly realized his training would be put to a halt for a bit. Slightly irritated he would be found sulking around the camp and often grumbling to himself. One memory he's not too fond of repeating was a conversation he had with his dad.
The young white tom was sitting near the warriors den grumbling away when his father stepped out. Hearing his son so upset the older tom stopped and sat beside him.
"What's got your tail in knots?” he asked flicking his son with his tail. Whitepaw looked up at his dad.
"It's not fair."
"Well, a lot of things aren't son. But you have to be more specific."
"My training is being held up because of those stupid kits Hazelwing’s having." he grumbled narrowing his eyes at the nursery. His father got really quiet for the longest moment.
"Whitepaw, some things you can't help and you have to live with them. But I want you to remember one thing: No matter what happens, you’re only going to make it worse by complaining."
With that his father walked away.
When Hazelwing had her kits, Whitepaw had a better perspective on it and was waiting for them to get old enough so he could play with them. Sadly, they died and Hazelwing's attitude changed dramatically. Her once joking self had turned serious and unforgiving. A lot of his training became harder and more difficult, but he never gave up.
Over the last full moons of his training, Whitepaw grew and became stronger and his personality changed a lot. From being an annoying playful kit, he turned into a loyal yet loving warrior. Now Whiteheart has been a warrior for several moons now and seen the loss of a mate and good friends. While he still struggles he tries to keep moving on for them.
Whiteheart is a clan cat born and raised. Only son out of three, Whiteheart learned quickly what responsibility and respect was. His parents, Hollygaze (mother) and Silvereye (father), were both very respectable warriors in the clan and as a kit he dreamed of being like his father one day.
Being a kit he would often play around with his sisters, Minnowkit and Nightkit, around the nursery and usually found ways to sneak into the apprentices den to wake up the trainees to go do their jobs. Many warriors were thankful, but the apprentices on the other hand were slightly irritated. They would also find ways to get into the warriors den and bug the crud out of the warriors. Whitekit only remembered one cat that didn’t mind them coming in and that was Hazelwing (now Hazelstar). He would wake her up many a time just to play.
When he was finally 6 moons old he could hardly stand the wait. He was finally going to be a warrior and he hoped that he had a really good mentor. He was wanting to learn how to fight and hunt and learn all the codes of the clans and hopefully make new friends outside the clan. When the leader at the time held off his Apprenticeship he was slightly upset. At the time a new deputy had to be made and the leader was so stressed with that that Hollygaze told the leader her kits could wait. Grudgingly Whitekit waited and soon the meeting for the deputy came up. Whitekit padded out with his sisters and sat near Hazelwing just as excited about getting this done as she was to see who it was going to be. When the leader called out her name he looked at her and grinned. She would make a great deputy…. But she didn’t have an apprentice. A small hope rose inside Whitekit as the leader started to speak again. They were finally becoming Apprentices! When the leader announced that he would be Hazelwing’s apprentice he could help but feel an excitement fill him ear tip to tail tip. He had a worthy mentor and a fun one at that.
Over the next few moons Whitepaw trained hard and diligently to become the best warrior anyone could see. Soon he was able to track rabbits without the rabbit seeing him, although his white fur did cause a problem and was excellent at catching hawks and falcons. He also excelled in his fighting technique. He listened intently to everything Hazelwing taught him and when another warrior helped he listened to them too. He felt like nothing could bring him down at all.
However that changed a few moons later. The three siblings had decided to go out on a hunting patrol together, and didn’t bring any warriors with them. They thought they could help each other. Well Minnowpaw soon caught whiff of a rabbit and started after it, Nightpaw right behind her. Whitepaw followed but more wanting to see how they did. When the rabbit darted into a rabbit hole, Minnowpaw stopped outside it and looked at her sister who found the back entrance and waited. When Nightpaw nodded they both darted in. Whitepaw watched with amusement until the ground beneath him started moving. His eyes widened and he darted back and then turned and watched as the rabbit hole collapsed on his sisters. Neither survived. Over the next few days Whitepaw couldn’t help but feel it was his fault and watched as he mother grew very sick from depression. Gladly she survived and Whitepaw was able to get back in regular sync. Although he missed his sisters he still trained for them.
Also something that hit him hard and sort of held back his training a bit was his mentor becoming a queen. When Hazelwing told him that she was to be expecting kits he was excited for his mentor at first but then slowly realized his training would be put to a halt for a bit. Slightly irritated he would be found sulking around the camp and often grumbling to himself. One memory he's not too fond of repeating was a conversation he had with his dad.
The young white tom was sitting near the warriors den grumbling away when his father stepped out. Hearing his son so upset the older tom stopped and sat beside him.
"What's got your tail in knots?” he asked flicking his son with his tail. Whitepaw looked up at his dad.
"It's not fair."
"Well, a lot of things aren't son. But you have to be more specific."
"My training is being held up because of those stupid kits Hazelwing’s having." he grumbled narrowing his eyes at the nursery. His father got really quiet for the longest moment.
"Whitepaw, some things you can't help and you have to live with them. But I want you to remember one thing: No matter what happens, you’re only going to make it worse by complaining."
With that his father walked away.
When Hazelwing had her kits, Whitepaw had a better perspective on it and was waiting for them to get old enough so he could play with them. Sadly, they died and Hazelwing's attitude changed dramatically. Her once joking self had turned serious and unforgiving. A lot of his training became harder and more difficult, but he never gave up.
Over the last full moons of his training, Whitepaw grew and became stronger and his personality changed a lot. From being an annoying playful kit, he turned into a loyal yet loving warrior. Now Whiteheart has been a warrior for several moons now and seen the loss of a mate and good friends. While he still struggles he tries to keep moving on for them.
