Post by yoko on Mar 6, 2012 18:05:08 GMT -5
W H I T E S T O R M
need to know
»clan: WindClan
» age: 60 moons
» gender: Tom
» rank: Warrior
» status:Healthy
» mentor/apprentice: Open
» description: large white tom with vibrant green eyes.[/ul]
deeper
The natural slope of his face is sharp, from his wide forehead to the pointed tip of his nose. His pale eyes often look dull with boredom or calm. Yet when they flash angrily, the angle of his face makes him look all the more intimidating. His pink nose is a sharp contrast to his white face. His ears are large and pointed, flashing a pale pink in the sunlight.
» personality: Calm, Controlled, Intimidating, Fixer-of-All-Problems-for-the-Right-Price, Loyal
Beneath the calm exterior, this cat is a tortured soul. He's seen a lot of cruel things and has done a few himself. Still, the passing moons have hardened his shell. He doesn't dwell on what he's done often and he certainly never talks about it.
He's a cat in strict control of his emotions, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't smile, or joke, or laugh. It means that he is usually very calm, not easily excited and definitely not really looking for excitement. He loves his small family a great deal, despite his daughter's estrangement. Whitestorm especially fond of his granddaughter. He likes to talk and play with her in his spare time.
Within the Clan, he's the cat that you can come to for anything. He's well trained in hunting and fighting, and even has experience pulling rescue missions. He's generally patient and friendly with his clanmates, but he is not a cat that you want to cross.
Outside the Clan, Whitestorm has other things going on. He's willing to do certain jobs for certain cats in need of that sort of thing. There's more than his size that's intimidating. He's every bit the tough cat that he appears to be. Not above getting his claws a little bloody if he gets the job done. He keeps this part of himself as far from his family as possible, though some of his clanmates can sense that he's not the teddy bear that he appears to be. And others who have required his services know very well not to discuss their business ever again.
Whitestorm answers to three people only: his leader, his deputy, and a mysterious cat that stops by the loner barn every once in a while.
» background:
Whitekit was born in a litter of three in early leaf-fall. His father was a large tom and not nearly the teddy bear that his sweet, gentle, flower of a mother had assumed him to be. Bigclaw was often angry and impatient, despite the fact that he always took food to his queen and kits himself. In truth, he did it out of jealousy and desire to control Lilystripe. When Bigclaw spent "quality time" with his kits, he demanded total silence. The slightest noise would result in a swat in the mouth. Once, Whitekit's brother had to go to the nursery because their father had struck him. Whitekit was a kind and gentle soul, so while his siblings were aiming to be tough like their father, Whitekit was struggling just to survive. His mother was especially protective of him, trying to instill in him the manners and respect that his father should have had.
Whitepaw was larger than the average young apprentice and he was only growing bigger. He had a decent mentor, a she-cat in fact, who also despised his father and strode to teach Whitepaw to b better. Whitepaw was a hard worker, a dedicated learner. He took to battle training like a fish to water despite his gentle disposition. He was a fairly good hunter when he was younger despite his size, he had strong young legs. But he only grew slower with age. When he hunted, he wasn't not usually aiming for rabbits.
Mid-way through his apprenticeship, Lilystripe had another litter, a bigger one. Whitepaw watched as his father grew more and more brutal towards their family. Despite his level of restraint, Whitepaw found himself compelled to do something. He wasn't quite his father's size but he was nearing it, and he was younger. When Whitepaw saw Bigclaw strike his mother in the face, he acted not out of passion, but out of a firm desire to put an end of this mouse-dung. He tackled Bigclaw with unsheathed claws. The fight was long and brutal. Their clanmates were scared to interfere. The leader at the time, who had been well aware of the family's situation for a while and decided that this was indeed the best way to manage it. Whitepaw climbed off his father on his own and stood in front of his mother and siblings.
"If you ever touch my mother or siblings again, you won't be walking away."
Bigclaw hissed and limped away, forced to live with the shame of being beaten by his apprentice aged son. The kits started to cheer but Lilystripe silenced them, horrified by Whitepaw's capacity for violence. Whitepaw looked at her, hurt to see that she was afraid of him, and walked away.
His mentor made no secret of her disappointment that he had severely injured his father. She insisted that he could have found another way. The fight had changed Whitepaw's perspective however. It served as a loss of innocence. He was good at fighting, and he had protected the cats that he loved through it. For the remainder of his apprenticeship, Whitepaw was the model cat.
Whitestorm spent a majority of his time outside of the camp on patrols. He kept busy and made himself useful. One night out on patrol, he caught the scent of strangers on WindClan territory. The trail led to the loner barn but it didn't smell like any loners he was familiar with. Under the leader's orders, he took a small patrol to the loner barn to check it out and deliver a warning. He had not expected to meet a small group of well-built travelers. These strangers looked and acted like well-seasoned warriors, and in his curiosity, Whitestorm stayed to chat with them, especially their leader. He looked like a cat that would make a dangerous enemy, yer he seemed polite open and honest. They settled the border dispute easily and Whitestorm went on his way.
Eventually, Whtiestorm's clanmates stopped being afraid of him. He had a rather normal social life, with close friends and good relationships with his siblings. There came the day when his mother finally thanked him for protecting her from Bigclaw. Lilystripe still seemed to care for his father and Whitestorm was worried about that, but for the good of her kits she stayed away from him.
Whitestorm had never given much thought to being a father himself until his love came along. She was a delicate petite she cat by the name of Cloudheart. It took him a while to figure out how she felt about him, but once he did he pulled out all the stops, long walks on the moonlit moor, meals together, even the occasional flower. It wasn't long before they had their first litter. Whitestorm could not be prouder of the litter of two. He spent all the time he could at the nursery and was never the way that his father had been. His family was more than his heart, each of them were a piece of his very soul.
He didn't have the fortune of mentoring his own kits, at the time they were of age he already had one. Whitestorm was a patient mentor but he didn't tolerate laziness. They worked all day, but when they returned to camp, the night was their own. However, during this time, his son and his son's mentor were part of a hunting patrol that encountered a fox. His son had been caught off guard, maimed before the patrol even knew what happened. He was carried back to camp where his injuries were treated as best they could be.Whitestorm never left his side, but his son passed that very evening from internal injuries. Whitestorm spent the next few days comforting his only daughter and Cloudheart. He secretly blamed his son's mentor for not keeping a closer watch on him and as a result he became very protective of his daughter.
Like clockwork, there was yet another report of strange scents at the border. Whitestorm volunteered to take care of it again, thinking it might help rid some of his frustration over his son's death. Whitestorm was not at all surprised to discover that it was the same group of traveling loners the first time and this time made a firmer press for them to make a wide skirt around WindClan whenever they came to the Loner Barn. The leader of these cats surprised Whitestorm by informing him that they had been doing that already. They had left their scent this time for him. Intrigued, Whitestorm listened to their offer. The leader cat desired Whitestorm to join their their group, permanently. Whitestorm swiftly declined due to his family. But he did agree to help the loner's in passing, so long as they stayed off WindClan territory and didn't cause trouble for his Clan. They also agreed to meet regularly, though far between, in order to keep their scent off WindClan.
Whitestorm returned home and operated as a normal warrior for quite a while after that, doing odd jobs for the loner group every once in a while. Fetching information, and collecting medicinal herbs for their injured. Never often, never much. And as far as his Clan was concerned he remained a loyal and proud warrior of WindClan.
A few moons later, Cloudheart vanished. Whitestorm had his suspicions but he was forced to keep it to himself. He met with the loner group and questioned them about it, but the leader sounded sympathetic and did not seem to know anything about it. A few days after that meeting, Cloudheart was found washed up on Sunning Rocks. She had apparently fallen into the gorge. There were rumors that she had thrown herself off, but she and Whitestorm had been very happy. Whitestorm would never believe she had thrown herself over.
In his depression, he gave some serious consideration to the offer of joining the loner group and moving on. He wasn't sure exactly what he would be expected to do, but did it really matter? What stopped him from leaving was the news that his daughter was pregnant. His daughter was a little bitter over Cloudheart's death, convinced that her father had something to do with it. Still, Whitestorm would not leave his little she-cat to raise a kit all alone. So he stayed through the pregnancy and the birth and ended up just staying in general to watch his granddaughter grow up.
The disappearance of StarClan has caused Whitestorm some disease. What made him more uneasy was Palestar's sudden "gift". He's not too eager to change and it looks like a lot is headed his way. Still, he's committed to remaining and serving his clan as best he can. After all, he's grown fond of Palestar as a leader. She reminds him of his mother.
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immediate kin
» sons: None
» daughters: One, playable[/ul]
extended kin
» mother: Lilystripe
» brothers: Open
» sisters: Open
» granddaughter: One, open
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