Post by Mara on Dec 23, 2011 21:38:54 GMT -5
whitestorm
I MAY BE BAD, BUT I'M PERFECTLY GOOD AT IT.
SEX IN THE AIR, I DON'T CARE, I LOVE THE SMELL OF IT.
STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES,
BUT CHAINS AND WHIPS EXCITE ME!
I MAY BE BAD, BUT I'M PERFECTLY GOOD AT IT.
SEX IN THE AIR, I DON'T CARE, I LOVE THE SMELL OF IT.
STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES,
BUT CHAINS AND WHIPS EXCITE ME!
name...Whitestorm
age...13 moons
gender...female
clan...LionClan
position...warrior
species...African Lion
apperance...Whitestorm is a sturdy lioness. Her muscles are well defined under her thin, ivory pelt. It is sleek because she grooms herself regularly to keep herself from looking 'trashy', as she says. Her tail is a little longer than normal, but no further than a couple mouse lengths. A striking feature of hers are her eyes. They are pale blue in color and shine silver when facing the sun. Her claws are long and hooked like the cruel talons of an eagle and are just as sharp. Over her right eye is a long, broad scar from her ear to her muzzle. The fur is parted and no hair grows where the scar is, just bare, light pink skin. This was caused by a battle.
personality...Whitestorm's tongue is as sharp as her teeth and claws. She is short tempered and doesn't take dirt from anyone. She will stand up for herself and will not usually socialize with cats of other clans but will do occasionally at Gatherings. She is a sly cat and will sometimes get a weakness or two out of another clan's warrior and will manipulate apprentices for her own amusement. She doesn't care about what others think about her and will take insults as if they were compliments. Nothing really fazes her unless you get her off guard and scare her. However, if you do manage to scare Whitestorm you are guaranteed to lose your tail and have your ears clawed clean off your head. The only reason she acts this way is because she lost everyone she ever cared about in the blink of an eye. She is afraid to get close to anyone, frightened that she will lose them as well. She figures the only way to fix this is to be as mean as she can be so nobody will like her. It pains her to not have friends, but it pains her even more knowing she could lose them too.
history...KITHOOD
Whitekit was born to Dawnfur, a beautiful white lioness and Goldenclaw, a handsome golden tom. Her brother was stillborn and so she grew up alone, forced to play with only her mother and the tails of the warriors. She was often rebuked by her mother, being told she was bothering the 'big, brave warriors that protect her every day'. She would sigh with disappointment, but then would leap like a gazelle whenever her father saw her so sad and would come over to play. He never cared if she bit his tail or clawed gently at his main and ears. If Whitekit was happy, so was daddy. It almost seemed as though Goldenclaw loved his daughter more than his mate. One night, he sneaked Whitekit into the warriors den to sleep there for one night. Dawnfur was frantic when she saw Whitekit was missing, but Goldenclaw assured her that their daughter was safe in the warrior's den. "She doesn't belong there! She belongs with me in the nursery!" Dawnfur argued. "Just for one night." Goldenclaw reasoned, and finally Dawnfur agreed. Goldenclaw slipped into the warrior's den with tiny Whitekit hiding in his mail. Only the tip of her tail betrayed her position. The 'break-in' was successful and Whitekit spent the night with the warriors. The next morning, Whitekit woke to have her father gone and herself covered in moss. She panicked and raced out of the den only to run into something hard. She fell back with an "Oof!" and sat there for a moment in a daze. When she looked up, she crouched in terror, her eyes wider than a full moon. Staring at her with eyes as venomous as an adder's bite was the most aggressive, cold-hearted LionClan warrior. It was Eaglepelt. He was old, short tempered, and covered in battle scars. She trembled under his glare. He lifted a paw and she flinched. Eaglepelt smirked and unsheathed a claw, placing it under Whitekit's chin and forcing her to look into his angry, amber eyes. "Well, well, well. A trouble maker I see. Sneaking into the warrior's den where you clearly don't belong?" Eaglepelt growled. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over Whitekit and hope flared in her tiny, racing heart as she looked up and recognized her father, Goldenclaw. "She is doing no harm, Eaglepelt. Move along." His voice was deep and firm with authority. Eaglepelt was the newest warrior and already thought he was king of LionClan. Eaglepelt met Goldenclaw's gaze evenly. "Surely she will be punished for sticking her nose where it doesn't belong." Eaglepelt lowered his head toward the end of his statement so he could look directly into Whitekit's eyes. Goldenclaw mimicked Eaglepelt's movement. "Surely you will not punish a kit for curiosity." Goldenclaw challenged. Both toms raised their heads and Eaglepelt growled. Whitekit flattened herself against the ground as Eaglepelt slowly unsheathed the longest, meanest looking claws Whitekit had ever seen! Before she knew what was going on, Eaglepelt lashed out at Goldenclaw, catching him on the side of the head. Goldenclaw snarled as he fell to the ground, Eaglepelt didn't hesitate, he reached forward and wrapped his long fangs around Whitekit's sides, holding her firmly in his jaws. Goldenclaw snarled defiance, but didn't dare strike out at Eaglepelt, afraid the tom would move so Goldenclaw would hit his daughter. He followed him closely, snarling, to the nursery, where Eaglepelt dropped Whitekit without lowering his head. She fell to the ground with a terrified yowl and landed wrongly on her paw. It twisted painfully and her leg crumpled under her. Goldenclaw didn't hesitate. He threw himself at Eaglepelt and pinned the young tom down. He thrusted his muzzle into Eaglepelt's face and bared his teeth. "If you ever touch my daughter again, I promise by the name of StarClan, I will kill you." Goldenclaw snarled, his amber eyes blazing with rage. The medicine cat, Thunderstrike, had heard Whitekit's cry of pain and came racing across the clearing. Goldenclaw watched as the medicine cat picked her up gently by her scruff and padded quickly, carefully, to his den. Goldenclaw's eyes whipped back to Eaglepelt. "If you hurt her, I will rip your throat out right here!" He growled and kept holding down Eaglepelt with ease. Goldenclaw was older and a lot stronger, though he started to struggle a little bit after Eaglepelt kept struggling to get away. Thunderstrike came back after awhile and whispered into Goldenclaw's ear. "Her ankle got twisted pretty bad. I know there is only a few days until she is apprenticed, but she can't even walk. She'll have to stay in my den for at least a quarter moon so I can be sure her ankle heals properly." Thunderstrike stepped back a few paces, sympathy in his eyes. Goldenclaw blinked in disbelief. Anger swelled in him like an out of control fire, building slowly, then overtaking his actions. He let out a savage snarl and turned to Eaglepelt. "Because of you, she cannot be apprenticed on time! Because of you, she will suffer as she waits for her ceremony! Because of you, I will end you." Goldenclaw couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been this savage, but he didn't care. He was an over protective father who was just trying to protect his first kit. Suddenly, the leader of LionClan, Palestar, stepped from his den. He saw Goldenclaw holding down Eaglepelt, and Goldenclaw's teeth flashing dangerously close to Eaglepelt's throat. "What is going on!" He demanded. Goldenclaw froze and looked at Palestar. "Because of this heap of dung, my daughter won't be able to become an apprentice on time!" Goldenclaw growled, leaping away from Eaglepelt who scrambled to his paws the moment Goldenclaw's weight disappeared. Palestar looked at both toms. "What happened." Palestar asked firmly. "Whitekit was in the warriors den because I allowed her to spend one night in there with me. I woke before she did and went on the dawn patrol that I was told to join the night before. I was just returning when I saw Whitekit flee the warriors den and run into Eaglepelt. He grabbed her by her back and dropped her in front of the nursery. Thunderstrike just informed me that she cannot even walk!" Goldenclaw snarled at Eaglepelt, but was silenced by Palestar. "I see." After getting Eaglepelt's side of the story, Palestar made a decision and punished Eaglepelt by making him look after the elders for one moon, and he was not allowed to go to the next Gathering.
APPRENTICESHIP;;
Whitekit recovered after half a moon and was apprenticed to a young lioness named Leafwillow. They got along well and became fast friends. It was one day that Leafwillow was doing a favor for Thunderstrike while he was busy healing a wounded apprentice who had dislocated his shoulder. They were near a small pond when roaring filled the air. It was the roars of a fierce battle. Alarmed, Leafwillow turned quickly to Whitepaw. "Do you remember your battle training?" Leafwillow asked quickly. Whitepaw, confused, nodded. "Good. Let's go!" Leafwillow set a brisk pace toward the sounds of battle and they came into a clearing where LionClan and TigerClan were having a border dispute, solving it with teeth and claws. Whitepaw didn't wait for an order from her mentor, she leaped into battle as soon as she saw her mother, Dawnfur, being pinned down by a large tom from TigerClan. She leaped onto his back, digging her claws in, and bit hard into his scruff, shaking her head as if she had just been dumped in icy water. He reared onto his hind legs with a roar and Dawnfur took the opportunity. She raked his belly with her claws and, just before the tom crashed onto his back, Whitepaw leaped off of him and landed beside her mother. "Enough!" Dawnfur roared out, her voice echoing over the plains. The fighting stopped at once. "TigerClan, get back across the border now!" Dawnfur growled. "Then stay off our territory!" They growled. "Last I checked, your on our land! Leave now!" Dawnfur snarled. The TigerClan warriors carried on and so did Dawnfur's patrol. Nothing interesting happened after that, except for the deaths of Whitepaw's parents. She won't explain how they died, but she will tell you that she was part of the reason they died. She had made a terrible decision and hadn't realized it until it was to late. A moon after her parents died, she became a warrior and got the name Whitestorm. She has been a warrior for two days, but still lives with her regrets.
