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Name: Whitedeath
Age: 39 moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Position: Deputy
Short Description:

Whitedeath is slender, with snowy white fur and green eyes. She is independent, cold and often depressed and angry, but she has an elusive caring side.

Description:

Whitedeath is a pure snowy white she-cat. Her fur is fairly short, and always spotless. She seems to glow in the moonlight, which can give her an almost ghost-like appearance. Her tail is long and thin and tapers at the end, and her claws are like icicles, long, sharp and pale. Her almond-shaped eyes are a pale green slightly tinged with amber round the edges, and are outlined in black. This makes her eyes her most distinctive feature. She has reasonably well-developed muscles, but she is not the strongest of cats. She isn’t very large either, but what she lacks in physical strength she makes up for in agility and gracefulness.

Personality:

Whitedeath has a cold heart, and will kill if she has to. She is to be feared in battle, for her claws strike very fast. She is often depressed and angry, mostly at the world, and sometimes she doesn’t even know why. Perhaps it is because she keeps her emotions hidden well inside her, bottled up until she lets them out in battle, where she will really get angry. On some days, she is happy, even friendly, and will trust most cats if she knows them well enough.

Whitedeath may not seem very sociable, but even though she is independent and likes to be alone a lot of the time, she still likes talking to others and having a good time, like most other cats. When something has got her really upset, just being with a friend seems to cheer her up.

She thinks very deeply, and will not often act without thinking carefully about it first. However, when her relatively short temper takes the better of her she will sometimes say things she doesn’t mean, but she won’t usually attack a cat without reason unless she is really fired up about something. As well as thinking deeply, she is surprisingly very in touch with her emotions, even if she prefers not to show it. If she feels love for someone or something, she will fight for it or protect it until the end. If she is betrayed she will not forgive easily, and if her heart is broken it will never properly heal. Inside, Whitedeath is actually quite caring and occasionally it will show. Not very often though.

Experience:

Whitedeath’s life so far has not been easy or happy. During her kithood, up until her fourth moon, Whitedeath, or Whitekit as she was known then, was just as happy, curious and innocent as any other kit. But then her life changed forever. When she was only three moons old, her sister Featherkit got a very bad case of greencough. The medicine cat did everything they could to save the little kit, but sadly she died. Whitekit was with her sister when she passed away, and didn’t stop grieving for many moons.

Her life brightened up a little when she became an apprentice. Finally, she could start her training and try to become a great warrior. Her mentor was to be Foxfang, a ginger tom with a bushy tail. A pretty good warrior, or that’s what everyone thought.

Whitepaw hated her mentor from the start. Every time she made the slightest mistake, he shouted at her. He also hit her, and he forced her to battle train with him, claws sheathed – while he had his claws out and she often ended up scratched and battered. Over the next few moons Whitepaw’s life was miserable and she often hid in dark places in the forest just to get away from everyone – she couldn’t bring herself to tell anyone about Foxfang because she thought they wouldn’t believe her. Her current personality has been shaped greatly by her difficult past.

Whitepaw was nearing the end of her apprentice training when Foxfang took her and her brother Frostpaw out for ‘training’. In fact, Foxfang had had a grudge against the apprentices’ parents for a long time, but no-one in the Clan ever found out why. The ginger tom proceeded to attempt to murder the two young cats. After a fierce struggle, the warrior managed to kill Frostpaw. Whitepaw was emotionally scarred for life at the sight of her dear brother lying dead beside her. The she-cat just managed to escape, running all the way back to camp and when she got back she told the Clan everything. When Foxfang returned, he tried to accuse Whitepaw of lying, but then someone noticed the blood on his claws, and they knew that it was Frostpaw’s blood. The traitor was driven off the territory, and has never been seen again. But Whitedeath still believes he is alive and he wants revenge.

Her warrior ceremony arrived soon after that. There was pain in her eyes as she received her name; her brother and sister should have been with her in that proud moment. Her warrior name was looked upon as unusual by the rest of the Clan but nobody ever criticised it. Whitedeath has been a warrior for a while now. She always tries to protect her Clan, and always will.

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