Post by boo on Aug 3, 2009 13:54:45 GMT -6
Whitewhisker
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Rank: Medicine Cat
Gender: Tom
Age: Thirty moons
Affiliation: CloudClan
Mentor/Apprentice C: That's for when the MCA gets accepted, no?
Kin:
Mother - Stormtail [deceased]
Father - Heavyfoot [deceased]
Brother - Snowfoot [NPC]
Brother - Littlekit [deceased]
Mate: As a medicine cat, it's obvious that he wouldn't have one.
Appearance:
White tom with green eyes.
Whitewhisker is your average CloudClan cat, sleek and able to run like the wind because of that. He's not heavily built either, so he's not strong enough to push off even two grown warriors off of him in a battle. But he rarely gets into battle because of his medicine cat position, which is good.
Pelt wise, his fur is short, scruffy, and often sticks up on ends but Whitewhisker has more things to worry about then whether or not his pelt is clean. Don't get him wrong though: he does try to groom it properly every once in a while whether because it's a lecture from his brother or leader or if he feels the need to. But Whitewhisker doesn't stink, surprisingly. All of those days searching for herbs and being in the storage portion of the den allowed the fragrance of the herbs to cling tightly to his pelt.
As you can tell by his name, he's a white tom with no other markings,patterns,or patches of different colored fur on him. He sticks out from most cats because of his snowy white fur but because of his lack of grooming, it often turns a muddy and dirtied white in the end.
His whiskers are white as well, and longer then the average cat. But it allows him the ability to sense herbs and wounds easier so he's thankful for his long whiskers. His ivory colored claws though, are short and stubby; thanks to digging burdock root and other underground herbs to help treat rat infections and so forth.
Whitewhisker's eyes are green but many different shades of colore reside in them. Near the center are hints of blue that fade out into the green around the outer edges. Although the only way you'd be able to notice this is if you were standing nose-to-nose with this tom. His nose is a healthy dark pink color and he has a slim angular face to finish off his appearance.
Personality:
Calm, collected, cool
As a medicine cat, Whitewhisker generally has a calm state of mind and is able to maintain this level of calmness in the midst of a heated battle or when he's trying to steer a cat away from StarClan to save their life. He's an easy-going cat to talk to most of the time and he enjoys spending time with his clanmates, often getting belittled by his brother if he wasn't busy collecting herbs. At times, he may be considered lazy but during an important crisis, like a battle for example, he will use all of the power StarClan had given him to heal his clanmates. He is an organized and efficient kitty, and has a knack of relying on his intuition instead of common knowledge. Which also brings a flaw; his memory isn't as developed as most cats so when it comes to herbs...well, he goes with what he feels would be best suited.
He's not the best advice giver in the history of CloudClan's medicine cats but he speaks honestly and bluntly; which can both be good and bad. Whitewhisker also tries his best to uncover the messages that StarClan had sent CloudClan but he's not a perfect cat. But after a wrong mistake, you could often see him with his tail hanging down low and a grim expression slapped onto his face. He doesn't like being wrong, it makes him feel off and this is the one of the only incidents that he is not his collected self. Rather, he gets more clumsy and less in tune with reality until something wakes him up. One of his greater flaws is his inability to accept anything lower then perfection, because this tom always has the uneasy feeling of not being perfect which could lead to lives being lost.
And Whitewhisker hates the feeling of losing a cat, like most medicine cats. Even though he's been one for a long time, the pain of losing a cat has yet to numb. It still stabs deeply into his heart and makes him think "What else could I've done?"
Like most medicine cats, he considers the entire clan as his family and never felt the tug on his heart to love a cat. Not that he doesn't notice it; like when he helps his brother's mate when she was kitting. At times, he does wonder how it feels like to have a mate but he always reminds himself that being a medicine cat is first on his list of priorities. He enjoys the company of other cats though, such as his apprentice and clan mates. So he's not the silent-type.
History:
Kithood - Whitekit
As a kit, he was almost identical to his living brother, Snowkit. His youngest brother, Littlekit died a few days after birth so he never knew Littlekit. Snowkit and Whitekit were quite a pair, considering their personalities were pretty much alike and they did what the other did. They were truly brothers, alike in every aspect except their eye color. While Whitekits' were green, Snowkits' were yellow. But there was a day when Whitekit stumbled into the medicine cat's den without Snowkit following and well...
He felt a tug on his heartstring when he took his first breath inside the spicy fragrance of the den. Of course, he got scolded for entering without permission but he continued this pattern for days to come until his apprenticeship. Snowkit felt left out because of the sudden change of Whitekit's personality but he didn't say anything about it.
When the day came for their apprenticeships at the age of six moons, Whitekit was asked to be under the apprenticeship of the medicine cat. And for the first time of his short life, Whitekit was glad that he wasn't following his brother's path.
Apprenticeship - Whitepaw
Learning the traditions of the medicine cat was no easy task, especially since Whitepaw's mentor was the grumpy ol' Gingerfur. She demanded perfection and Whitepaw did his best to achieve that. Though, he usually wasn't successful which created another round of lectures coming from his mentor.
During his apprentice days, Whitepaw had less of a calm and concentrated mindset then he had after Gingerfur's death. His mind often drifted away when he was sorting herbs or collecting herbs which added to Gingerfur scolding him. But he learned from his mistakes after a few more scoldings and he became more focused on his goal and less on other unimportant issues. He slowly became a master of finding herbs and figuring out what herbs worked best with which wounds. During this point of his life, he drifted farther apart from Snowpaw and became closer to his mentor and some of the senior warriors and the connection between the older warriors helped create some of the calmness he has as a warrior today.
After eight moons of having his apprentice name, his mentor decided it was fit for him to receive his warrior name during a medicine cats meeting. It was there where he received his name of '-whisker', in honor of his keen ability to sense which herbs would work on wounds or sicknesses by putting two and two together.
When Whitewhisker was twenty moons old, that was when his mentor decided it was time to join StarClan.
Medicine Cat - Whitewhisker
As a medicine cat, he hasn't really changed much as an apprentice. Much more calmer then usual and it was during this stage of his warriorhood that his mother and father both died from greencough. Both he and Snowfoot misses the company of their parents and at times, he is visited by his father who offers advices when times are hard. As a medicine cat, he is connected to StarClan and the two cats he feels a close bond with are Gingerfur and Stormtail, both helped him when the leader askes him for advice. Because he isn't the best decision maker, he prefers having his options free, these two StarClan cats come and help sway his choice. And most of the time, it is right.
With a medicine cat apprentice in toll, he has his hands full in teaching his apprentice and helping his clan. But he enjoys being busy so all's good in the end.
Roleplay Example:
Rolling up the bundle of catmint under his chin before taking another clump of the sweet smelling herbs in his jaws, the white-pelted cat zoomed out of said clearing as fast as possible. A flicker of worry crept into his eyes as he headed back to camp, with the precious herbs in his jaws.
The sweet and tangy scent of the catmint muffled his sense of smell and taste but at least Whitewhisker had his eyes to depend on. Besides, there weren't much tree cover in CloudClan's territory, it was mostly open moors and the occasional low rising hills that he had to pass through. Most herbs didn't grow in the steeper hills which was a good thing.
Thank StarClan that catmint is close by , he mused to himself as he took a glance back at where he collected the life-saving herbs. The delicate herbs could only be found near the Twoleg Place and luckily, CloudClan bordered next to the Twoleg Place.
Though, that would probably be the only time he'd consider living next to the Twolegs a good thing. The white tom never liked the furless twolegs at all, they took away land that valuable herbs grew in and changed them into their own nests. Less herbs meant that he might run out of them and that meant being unable to treat the clan.
And that was definitely not good, at all.
Crossing the bulk of the hilly terrain, his green eyes caught sight of the band of trees that sheltered the clan from the harsh winters and wild winds.
Maneuvering himself through the trees, he could see the light glimmering off the pond and he couldn't help but purr when the scents of other CloudClan cats grew stronger then the catmint. His paws ceased to a halt once he reached the camp and he gave a small nod towards the cat guarding the camp.
Home, sweet home.