Post by gray on Apr 15, 2013 20:14:14 GMT -5
WHITESTORM
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top] 60 MOONS MALE THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR | [atrb=style, width: 296px; padding: 5px; background-color: e3e3e3; border-top: 4px solid #000000;] GENERAL INFORMATION NAME, Whitestorm BRIEF DESCRIPTION, a big white tom FAMILY, Snowfur, mother, deceased Thistleclaw, father, deceased Bluestar, aunt, deceased *Mistyfoot, cousin, TBA *Stonefur, cousin, TBA *Mosskit, cousin, deceased *Oakheart, uncle in law (?), deceased Willowpelt, mate, deceased Sootpaw, son, living Rainpaw, son, living Sorrelpaw, daughter, living *is unaware of the connection APPEARANCE PERSONALITY STRENGTHS/POSITIVES Loyal & Hardworking Whitestorm is extremely loyal to his kin, his leader, and his Clan. He is a trustworthy and honest friend, and a fair opponent. He looks out for the well being of the Clan as well as any warrior possibly could. Never lazy or one to shy away and avoid work, he is also very hardworking. He is dedicated to the welfare of his Clan, a diligent warrior, and an admirable cat in general. Good-natured & Encouraging Not one to anger easily, Whitestorm is a fairly calm and good-natured sort. He is gentle, compassionate, and usually cordial, if not friendly, with others. He is the type to keep up quiet encouragement for others, and is quite optimistic. Wise & Observant Not only is he intelligent, Whitestorm is able to learn from mistakes and turns wounds into wisdom. He has quite a bit of experience to go along with his many moons, and draws on his wisdom to support others and his Clan. Whitestorm is observant, highly attuned to other’s attitudes and reactions. Not much can slip past him—he’s wise to tricks and is very difficult to lie to. Brave & Strong Never one to stand for cowardice, Whitestorm is one of the bravest and truest cats ThunderClan has ever had. He is strong, both physically and mentally, and is always willing to put himself on the line for his Clan. His courage has no end. He bears his share of work uncomplainingly. Firm Although good-natured and kind, Whitestorm isn’t a slack mentor. He is firm and rather strict, allowing no laziness or disrespect. He is attentive, involved, and observant. Out of all the cats in ThunderClan, Whitestorm is one of the best at keeping unruly apprentices under control. He demands obedience and respect, and resolutely knows how to get it. WEAKNESSES/NEGATIVES A Bit Melancholy Whitestorm has had a difficult past few seasons. His mate Willowpelt, for one, now hunts with StarClan. He also sorely misses his aunt and friend, Bluestar, whom Tigerstar brutally killed. The rampant evil severely hurt poor Whitestorm’s faith and spirit, and he can be very melancholy. Understandable, of course, is his sadness, but every once in a while it gets in the way; he doubts the alliances and he doubts Tigerstar. Most of all, he sometimes doubts himself and his ability to judge others accurately. Dutiful & Compliant With this doubt in mind sometimes, Whitestorm can be very compliant. He will not do anything he knows outright is wrong, but he can be almost… submissive at times. That’s not to say he is weak-minded or cannot stand up for himself, but his sense of duty to the Clan—the Clan, not the leader –often prevents him from doing anything rebellious. Aged & Tired Whitestorm is getting old now, and his hand in life has been far from easy. He’s rather tired, and getting rather sick of all the bad events that continuously occur. Life hasn’t exactly been kind to this loyal tom, and his dedication and hard work certainly hasn’t been rewarded the way it should. He can’t always keep up and nature takes its toll on older cats. Conflicted The leader versus Clan loyalty really gets to this big white tom. He knows he should support his leader and always be loyal to him, but Whitestorm would really rather not obey his leader. He would never openly go against Tigerstar or say anything bad about Tigerstar, but he knows that things Tigerstar does just aren’t right. However, he also knows that his Clan needs him, putting him in a thoroughly conflicted position. Dejected After all that has happened, it makes sense that Whitestorm would begin to lose faith. Although tying in with his melancholy, this slow dejection and loss of faith is quite separate. He questions what he was brought up to believe, and even wonders if StarClan even cares anymore. HISTORY --born an only kit to Snowfur and Thistleclaw --befriends Tigerkit, his only nursery-mate --Snowfur is killed by a Twoleg monster --Bluefur delivers news --now mothered by Robinwing --Bluefur begins to spend time with him --apprenticed to Patchpelt --earns the warrior name 'Whitestorm' --remains close to Bluefur, later Bluestar --sees a ginger kittypet with Bluestar --tries to recruit the kittypet, he refuses --given Sandpaw as an apprentice --ThunderClan brings WindClan back from exile --Sandpaw and Bluestar both die in the resulting battle --loses Sunningrocks to RiverClan --mates with Willowpelt --Sorrelkit, Sootkit, and Rainkit are born --BloodClan becomes allies with ThunderClan --loses Tallpines to RiverClan --Willowpelt dies --and now he's here OTHER INFORMATON RP SAMPLE The moon was big, the stars were bright, but the grief in Whitestorm’s heart weighed him down. The beautiful night did nothing to console him, for what could be beautiful when his love was gone? The beautiful night mocked him, StarClan sent a sky so pretty at a time when he was in so much pain. He had already endured so much, lost so much, for his Clan and for his ancestors. His mother. His father. His beloved aunt. His kithood friend. He had lost his friend Tigerkit to darkness long ago; he should have known. Whitestorm rested his chin heavily on his paws, heaving a great sigh. Sweet Willowpelt, mother to his three kits, now rested beneath the cold, hard earth. How would his kits fare? Would they even live? The big white tom felt so old, so defeated. Why does StarClan let this happen? he wondered in anguish. Willowpelt, are you there? Do you see me? Do you care? Do the rest of them care? He had so many questions and so few answers. Deciding that anything would be better than wallowing in his sorrow, Whitestorm rose ponderously to his feet. He shook his white coat, wishing that shaking off his grief could be so easy as shaking out the dirt that would settle in his fur. He left camp, entering the forest territory he knew so well. Being out here, among the trees he knew as well as he knew Willowpelt’s face, had an odd calming effect. Although the Clan had drastically changed, this forest would remain the same for seasons upon seasons. Virtually unchanging, indifferent to every disaster, every catastrophe that befell it. That was what seemed so comforting to the big white tom, the knowledge that the forest would always be the same. Long after the moon had passed its zenith, Whitestorm returned to camp with a large catch of prey in his jaws. No other cat stirred, which was pleasant. The sympathy from his Clanmates seemed hollow; no one else knew the extent of his mourning. The murmured condolences were the awkward words of someone who didn’t know what to say. Whitestorm would really just rather be left alone in his grief. Things were hard, yes. Willowpelt would want him to get through it, of course. With another sigh, Whitestorm returned to his nest in a fruitless attempt to sleep. He was exhausted, but he didn’t want to sleep. ETCETERA OTHER CATS, |
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