Post by Nature's Beauty on Apr 6, 2008 19:31:36 GMT -5
Name: Whitetiger
Age: 26 Moons
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
Mountianclan
Rank:
Warrior
Previous names:
Whitekit - Whitepaw
Appearance:
Whitetiger is an unusual cat, he is white with black stripes on his back, his ears, paws, and tip of his tail are black as well. He's a well-built cat; he needs to be since he lives in the mountains. His eyes are piercing gray, enough to silences you when you speak rudely to him. Though, he looks handsome from a distance, up close, his legs are scarred from battle. He has a long cut across his right muzzle. Despite this, he is still a unique looking cat who truly fulfills his name, Whitetiger.
Personality:
Whitetiger is a strict follower of the Warrior's Code, he believes that that it should never be bend or broken. He knows the leader's words is the same as the Warrior's Code and is final, but if it breaks a following rule, then he'll go against the leader and argue that it wasn't right. He's an outspoken cat who isn't afraid to hide his opinions, he wants everything to be right and never be broken. He's fierce and always ready for a challenge, he'll be the first to face danger in the face and fight to come out alive. Though, deep down, he does have a gentle heart. But, he doesn't show it because he wants the Mountainclan to know that they have to be strong, for they have to live under harsh climates.
History:
Whitetiger's father was a heavy believer of the Warrior's Code, he believe that no cat should ever break this sarced rule. His mother was always ruthless and had strong opinions over everything; she was the first to argue with the leader if she didn't like what she hears. By mixing both parents’ personality, you'll get Whitetiger's attitude.
When Whitekit was born, his mother admired her son’s looks and believes she was gifted by Starclan to have this unique little kit. No other cat had white fur with black stripes like Whitekit did. Many questions how Whitekit got his looks, his mother only replied with that her little kit was the gift of Starclan and will be Mountainclan's next leader when he grows up. None of the cats took her seriously, except for her mate; they thought she was thinking too hard. Just because he had unique look doesn't make him the leader of Mountainclan. Beauty doesn't equal leadership they said.
Whitekit's mother didn't think anything about it, she knew her son was going to be the most amazing cat and will be the leader. Her mate believes her, but he suggests not pushing her belief on the other cats. They will be wrong one day, but for now, let them have their doubts. They'll be wrong in the end.
Few weeks after the birth of Whitekit; tragedy hit. Whitekit's father was killed in a bloody battle against the rival clan; he died protecting an apprentice from the claws of a fierce warrior. News spread throughout camp about his death, he was a noble warrior who was a true Warrior's Code follower. Many mourn for his death. Whitekit's mother was heartbroken by her mate's death, this cause her to be more snappy and aggressive.
Nobody told Whitekit about his father's death, they believe it was best he grow up strong without being pulled down by sorrow of losing his father. After six moons, Whitekit was officially called "Whitepaw", he was now an apprentice. Though, the moment of joy didn't last very long. Whitepaw's mother was being snappier at the leader by the day, she didn't obey a single command and often times tried to do ordering her way. It finally came down to the point where she lashes out at the leader, trying to bring her down. But, she was beaten and driven off into exile to live the life as a rogue. Nobody knows where she gone off to, but they knew they have full punishment to kill her if she shows her face around her again. Whitepaw was saddened that her mother was exile, but there was nothing he can do but to become a great warrior so he can make her proud.
Over the moons, Whitepaw successfully proven himself to be a brilliant cat to the Mountainclan, despite that he was the son of an aggressive she-cat. This gave him the title of a warrior, he was proud of himself he made it this far, and he hopes his mother is proud also. He was given the name "Whitetiger", after his unique, tiger-like stripe fur. He developed personality like his father's, but he had strong opinions and wasn't afraid to voice them.
But the question still remains, is Whitetiger truly the next successor of Mountainclan, or just the average warrior?
Roleplaying Example:
The white tom with black striped fur appeared from the Warrior's den. It been moons since his mother's disappearance, he often wonder if she is alive, trying to survive without the help of the clan, or possibly dead by the harsh lone life. There was no way of telling. But, he knew his mother is still out there, if her opinions is strong and harsh, then so is her herself. Right now, he had to focus on him and the Mountainclan, he is a warrior now and it's time to help out his clan every way possible.
Whitetiger walked down the stone steps to the center of the camp, he looks around. Only a few cats were up, the leader and deputy discuss the usual plans and track on the boundaries. Meanwhile, the cat who was on watch for the night retires back to the Warrior's Den. The kits in the Nursery was already up and play-fighting, making enough noise to make a cranky elder came out of the Elder's Den to yowled at them to quiet it down, that send the kits back into the Nursery to be safe with their mother.
It was amusement to Whitetiger to see the kits running back into the Nursery like cowards. Who would have thought that an elder will send these so-called courageous kits to their mother. He turned around to see the deputy looking at him with soft jade eyes that seems to capture his soul.
"Whitetiger, you're going to be in the Dawn patrol today. We're short on cats today because one has an injured paw while the other has bad bellyache. You seem ready for today; your eyes show the need for excitement." The beautiful white-sliver she-cat meowed.
Whitetiger dip his head, he was ready to take on Dawn patrol, at least he has a duty to fulfill instead of lazing around at camp. "Will do, Spottedflower."
The rays from the sun lighten Spottedflower's brilliant jade eyes. "I'm glad you’re willingly to join the patrol on short notice. Now the patrol is settling; we shall leave now." She padded off to the entrance, followed by a cat that also joined the patrol.
The black striped white tom look back at the camp, seeing everything will be well-guard and safe. He follows them to start the patrol; he was ready to patrol the bounder. He'll make sure the Mountainclan territory is safe, no matter what.
But, he can't be sure on everything...
Codeword: +Spottedthorn+
Age: 26 Moons
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
Mountianclan
Rank:
Warrior
Previous names:
Whitekit - Whitepaw
Appearance:
Whitetiger is an unusual cat, he is white with black stripes on his back, his ears, paws, and tip of his tail are black as well. He's a well-built cat; he needs to be since he lives in the mountains. His eyes are piercing gray, enough to silences you when you speak rudely to him. Though, he looks handsome from a distance, up close, his legs are scarred from battle. He has a long cut across his right muzzle. Despite this, he is still a unique looking cat who truly fulfills his name, Whitetiger.
Personality:
Whitetiger is a strict follower of the Warrior's Code, he believes that that it should never be bend or broken. He knows the leader's words is the same as the Warrior's Code and is final, but if it breaks a following rule, then he'll go against the leader and argue that it wasn't right. He's an outspoken cat who isn't afraid to hide his opinions, he wants everything to be right and never be broken. He's fierce and always ready for a challenge, he'll be the first to face danger in the face and fight to come out alive. Though, deep down, he does have a gentle heart. But, he doesn't show it because he wants the Mountainclan to know that they have to be strong, for they have to live under harsh climates.
History:
Whitetiger's father was a heavy believer of the Warrior's Code, he believe that no cat should ever break this sarced rule. His mother was always ruthless and had strong opinions over everything; she was the first to argue with the leader if she didn't like what she hears. By mixing both parents’ personality, you'll get Whitetiger's attitude.
When Whitekit was born, his mother admired her son’s looks and believes she was gifted by Starclan to have this unique little kit. No other cat had white fur with black stripes like Whitekit did. Many questions how Whitekit got his looks, his mother only replied with that her little kit was the gift of Starclan and will be Mountainclan's next leader when he grows up. None of the cats took her seriously, except for her mate; they thought she was thinking too hard. Just because he had unique look doesn't make him the leader of Mountainclan. Beauty doesn't equal leadership they said.
Whitekit's mother didn't think anything about it, she knew her son was going to be the most amazing cat and will be the leader. Her mate believes her, but he suggests not pushing her belief on the other cats. They will be wrong one day, but for now, let them have their doubts. They'll be wrong in the end.
Few weeks after the birth of Whitekit; tragedy hit. Whitekit's father was killed in a bloody battle against the rival clan; he died protecting an apprentice from the claws of a fierce warrior. News spread throughout camp about his death, he was a noble warrior who was a true Warrior's Code follower. Many mourn for his death. Whitekit's mother was heartbroken by her mate's death, this cause her to be more snappy and aggressive.
Nobody told Whitekit about his father's death, they believe it was best he grow up strong without being pulled down by sorrow of losing his father. After six moons, Whitekit was officially called "Whitepaw", he was now an apprentice. Though, the moment of joy didn't last very long. Whitepaw's mother was being snappier at the leader by the day, she didn't obey a single command and often times tried to do ordering her way. It finally came down to the point where she lashes out at the leader, trying to bring her down. But, she was beaten and driven off into exile to live the life as a rogue. Nobody knows where she gone off to, but they knew they have full punishment to kill her if she shows her face around her again. Whitepaw was saddened that her mother was exile, but there was nothing he can do but to become a great warrior so he can make her proud.
Over the moons, Whitepaw successfully proven himself to be a brilliant cat to the Mountainclan, despite that he was the son of an aggressive she-cat. This gave him the title of a warrior, he was proud of himself he made it this far, and he hopes his mother is proud also. He was given the name "Whitetiger", after his unique, tiger-like stripe fur. He developed personality like his father's, but he had strong opinions and wasn't afraid to voice them.
But the question still remains, is Whitetiger truly the next successor of Mountainclan, or just the average warrior?
Roleplaying Example:
The white tom with black striped fur appeared from the Warrior's den. It been moons since his mother's disappearance, he often wonder if she is alive, trying to survive without the help of the clan, or possibly dead by the harsh lone life. There was no way of telling. But, he knew his mother is still out there, if her opinions is strong and harsh, then so is her herself. Right now, he had to focus on him and the Mountainclan, he is a warrior now and it's time to help out his clan every way possible.
Whitetiger walked down the stone steps to the center of the camp, he looks around. Only a few cats were up, the leader and deputy discuss the usual plans and track on the boundaries. Meanwhile, the cat who was on watch for the night retires back to the Warrior's Den. The kits in the Nursery was already up and play-fighting, making enough noise to make a cranky elder came out of the Elder's Den to yowled at them to quiet it down, that send the kits back into the Nursery to be safe with their mother.
It was amusement to Whitetiger to see the kits running back into the Nursery like cowards. Who would have thought that an elder will send these so-called courageous kits to their mother. He turned around to see the deputy looking at him with soft jade eyes that seems to capture his soul.
"Whitetiger, you're going to be in the Dawn patrol today. We're short on cats today because one has an injured paw while the other has bad bellyache. You seem ready for today; your eyes show the need for excitement." The beautiful white-sliver she-cat meowed.
Whitetiger dip his head, he was ready to take on Dawn patrol, at least he has a duty to fulfill instead of lazing around at camp. "Will do, Spottedflower."
The rays from the sun lighten Spottedflower's brilliant jade eyes. "I'm glad you’re willingly to join the patrol on short notice. Now the patrol is settling; we shall leave now." She padded off to the entrance, followed by a cat that also joined the patrol.
The black striped white tom look back at the camp, seeing everything will be well-guard and safe. He follows them to start the patrol; he was ready to patrol the bounder. He'll make sure the Mountainclan territory is safe, no matter what.
But, he can't be sure on everything...
Codeword: +Spottedthorn+
