Post by Justice on Oct 3, 2016 23:41:47 GMT -5
Name: Whitekit > Whitepaw > Whitesparrow
Age: 87 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: LightningClan
Rank: Senior Warrior
Picture: Whitesparrow
Description: Whitesparrow is a white she-cat with light fawn coloring underneath the white of her fur and dark brown markings on her face and the tips of her ears, and her slender legs end in small paws hiding sharp claws. She's small and compact with thick fur covering a layer of lean muscle gained from many moons as an active huntress and warrior. Her eyes are a pale blue and her whiskers are long around a soft pink nose. She moves with a dedicated grace and is meticulous in the care of her white fur. She has a long, slightly fluffy tail that's always held high with confidence.
Description Summary: A small white she-cat with dark brown markings on her face and ears with blue eyes.
Personality:
Whitesparrow is soft spoken and even tempered, believing that everyone has the chance to be useful. She's kind to everyone and tries to remain neutral in an argument for the sake of every part involved. She has taught many apprentices over the moons of her life, each one in some way a challenge to train. Each one went on to become something better than they'd started as, and each one feels in some way indebted to this small she-cat. By all rights, she seems the perfect mentor.
But it's all a lie. Beneath the benevolent kindness of this she-cat lies a ruthless spirit that glories in the misfortune of others. She thrives on challenge, and will claim wayward toms and she-cats as her own in order to take on that challenge. If anyone messes with her toys then she becomes overtly hostile and will go out of her way to make sure 'accidents' happen to the one that got in her way. She's a controlled psychopath, to put it mildly. Though capable of feeling she doesn't really care for the concepts of right and wrong, or even the Code, unless breaking it will get her in trouble. She plays at normal, plays at the sweet she-cat everyone sees, but underneath she's anything but.
Snarky and firm toned despite the sweet voice she had, Whitesparrow tends to teach with the attitude that no one is incapable of something no matter their limitations. She doesn't take failure for an answer and works any apprentice she has firmly until they get what she's trying to teach them. They are safe from her need for chaos and misfortune so long as she's training them. After that, if she deems them worthless to her entertainment, they can become the subject for her various violent urges. Subtly, of course.
History: Whitesparrow was born the only kit to an older queen named Willowbreeze. She has no idea who her father is, and figures that if her mother didn't tell her that it wasn't all that important. At a young age her mother could tell that her tiny she-kit was different, but it wasn't until Whitesparrow, then Whitekit, was a little over three moons that it really hit home. Having been left with the other kits to play while her mother visited with the other queens Whitekit found something growing in the nursery, something that smelled wrong to her. So she fed it to one of her playmates, then watched as he quickly got violently ill and collapsed. The queens went into a flurry around her, and she just sat and watched him struggle, feeling joy over his misfortune. Her mother swiftly removed her back to their nest.
This trend would continue all through her kithood, with playmates mysteriously becoming sick or injured and everyone saying that Whitekit had done it, though she was the smallest kit in the nursery at the time. And each time she showed only joy at their misfortune, much to her mother's horror. Her she kit had been born without a spirit inside her, without the capacity to feel empathy or be sad for someone else being unwell or hurt. So, just before Whitekit was old enough to leave the nursery as an apprentice her mother took her on a walk with her, not far she told the guards, and it was greenleaf so everything was warm and safe enough for an older kit and her mother.
But Willowbreeze kept her out until after dark, then tried to abandon her near the border. Still too young to hunt and with no way to find her way home, she hoped her she-kit would perish. And she'd go back and say she'd been snatched by hawks or something equivalent. But Whitekit was clever and followed her mother from afar, all the way back home. Whitekit was displeased that her mother thought to get rid of her, and so she hatched a plan of her own. She didn't need her mother anymore, she'd soon be an apprentice and be learning to hunt for herself. It had been raining allot that moon, and there wasn't yet enough heat to the air to dry it up. She knew her mother couldn't swim, and that the flooded creek would be too much for her to handle. So she waited, and when her mother got close enough darted across her path and knocked her into the river. The she-kit felt nothing as she watched the queen that bore her sink below the depths, and drown.
At this point, Whitekit realized that if she wanted to continue in the clan she'd have to act like she was normal. She'd have to be like everyone else, get them to trust her, to treat her like all the others. So she waited for the patrols the next morning and faked a huge panic when they found her. She stayed where she was and told them that her mother had fallen into the creek and she'd had no idea how to get home. Everyone thought her suitably traumatized and she was brought back to the nursery to recover and be doted on by the other queens. She acted 'normal', pretended that her previous actions had been fixed by her experience with death, and they bought her act.
Time passed, she perfected her act, became charming and sweet. The perfect she-cat, favored in the clan as much as she could be. But secretly, quietly, she wished misfortune and chaos on the entire Clan, even war. Something to break up the terrible monotony of simply being 'normal'. She hated it, and as she carried on through her apprentice years she would watch those being born after her for signs of others like her. She found it hard to be still, so once she finished her training and gained her warrior name Whitesparrow started hanging out more with the toms. She enjoyed the challenge of it all, especially since she usually purposefully chose toms with a bad reputation. Or those that were known to go from she-cat to she-cat without settling. She let them believe they had the power in the relationship, when all along she kept planning elaborate ways to kill them. She never did of course, she liked having a safe place to live, but it kept her entertained.
And then there was Cherrypool. She probably wasn't supposed to find out, but she liked following around Rookfrost at the time and caught the two dealing with a body. A cat's body. And so started her fascination with both cats. Why hide what they did? Had it been on purpose? Accidental? Were they like her, or just two cats with a problem that needed to be dealt with? She didn't know, and watched them still.
Whitesparrow discovered, shortly after offering for an apprentice with bad balance and little skill, that she enjoyed being challenged. And so, through a total of eight apprentices, she'd take on anyone that seemed like they wouldn't fit, that were different or difficult. They were safe from her wrath, safe from the chaos that ruled in her mind, at least until she turned them lose on the clan at large. She took useless and made them function as warriors, and that pleased her.
None were so difficult as Wildstripe, a tom that had been left blind during his kithood. Of course she contributed to his variouis attacks of clumsy while he was with her, just so she could pretend to fuss over him at the medicine den and chastise him for it. Make him, like her other apprentices, believe she was the only one that cared about him. She knew, after he came of age, that he was smitten with her, and continues to use that fact to her advantage to this day.
At present she enjoys the freedom of a Senior Warrior and awaits the time when she can openly destroy and cause true disaster on those around her. She is loyal to none but herself, and doesn't believe in the Code past what she needs to in order to fit in.
RP Example:
Other: n/a
Age: 87 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: LightningClan
Rank: Senior Warrior
Picture: Whitesparrow
Description: Whitesparrow is a white she-cat with light fawn coloring underneath the white of her fur and dark brown markings on her face and the tips of her ears, and her slender legs end in small paws hiding sharp claws. She's small and compact with thick fur covering a layer of lean muscle gained from many moons as an active huntress and warrior. Her eyes are a pale blue and her whiskers are long around a soft pink nose. She moves with a dedicated grace and is meticulous in the care of her white fur. She has a long, slightly fluffy tail that's always held high with confidence.
Description Summary: A small white she-cat with dark brown markings on her face and ears with blue eyes.
Personality:
Whitesparrow is soft spoken and even tempered, believing that everyone has the chance to be useful. She's kind to everyone and tries to remain neutral in an argument for the sake of every part involved. She has taught many apprentices over the moons of her life, each one in some way a challenge to train. Each one went on to become something better than they'd started as, and each one feels in some way indebted to this small she-cat. By all rights, she seems the perfect mentor.
But it's all a lie. Beneath the benevolent kindness of this she-cat lies a ruthless spirit that glories in the misfortune of others. She thrives on challenge, and will claim wayward toms and she-cats as her own in order to take on that challenge. If anyone messes with her toys then she becomes overtly hostile and will go out of her way to make sure 'accidents' happen to the one that got in her way. She's a controlled psychopath, to put it mildly. Though capable of feeling she doesn't really care for the concepts of right and wrong, or even the Code, unless breaking it will get her in trouble. She plays at normal, plays at the sweet she-cat everyone sees, but underneath she's anything but.
Snarky and firm toned despite the sweet voice she had, Whitesparrow tends to teach with the attitude that no one is incapable of something no matter their limitations. She doesn't take failure for an answer and works any apprentice she has firmly until they get what she's trying to teach them. They are safe from her need for chaos and misfortune so long as she's training them. After that, if she deems them worthless to her entertainment, they can become the subject for her various violent urges. Subtly, of course.
History: Whitesparrow was born the only kit to an older queen named Willowbreeze. She has no idea who her father is, and figures that if her mother didn't tell her that it wasn't all that important. At a young age her mother could tell that her tiny she-kit was different, but it wasn't until Whitesparrow, then Whitekit, was a little over three moons that it really hit home. Having been left with the other kits to play while her mother visited with the other queens Whitekit found something growing in the nursery, something that smelled wrong to her. So she fed it to one of her playmates, then watched as he quickly got violently ill and collapsed. The queens went into a flurry around her, and she just sat and watched him struggle, feeling joy over his misfortune. Her mother swiftly removed her back to their nest.
This trend would continue all through her kithood, with playmates mysteriously becoming sick or injured and everyone saying that Whitekit had done it, though she was the smallest kit in the nursery at the time. And each time she showed only joy at their misfortune, much to her mother's horror. Her she kit had been born without a spirit inside her, without the capacity to feel empathy or be sad for someone else being unwell or hurt. So, just before Whitekit was old enough to leave the nursery as an apprentice her mother took her on a walk with her, not far she told the guards, and it was greenleaf so everything was warm and safe enough for an older kit and her mother.
But Willowbreeze kept her out until after dark, then tried to abandon her near the border. Still too young to hunt and with no way to find her way home, she hoped her she-kit would perish. And she'd go back and say she'd been snatched by hawks or something equivalent. But Whitekit was clever and followed her mother from afar, all the way back home. Whitekit was displeased that her mother thought to get rid of her, and so she hatched a plan of her own. She didn't need her mother anymore, she'd soon be an apprentice and be learning to hunt for herself. It had been raining allot that moon, and there wasn't yet enough heat to the air to dry it up. She knew her mother couldn't swim, and that the flooded creek would be too much for her to handle. So she waited, and when her mother got close enough darted across her path and knocked her into the river. The she-kit felt nothing as she watched the queen that bore her sink below the depths, and drown.
At this point, Whitekit realized that if she wanted to continue in the clan she'd have to act like she was normal. She'd have to be like everyone else, get them to trust her, to treat her like all the others. So she waited for the patrols the next morning and faked a huge panic when they found her. She stayed where she was and told them that her mother had fallen into the creek and she'd had no idea how to get home. Everyone thought her suitably traumatized and she was brought back to the nursery to recover and be doted on by the other queens. She acted 'normal', pretended that her previous actions had been fixed by her experience with death, and they bought her act.
Time passed, she perfected her act, became charming and sweet. The perfect she-cat, favored in the clan as much as she could be. But secretly, quietly, she wished misfortune and chaos on the entire Clan, even war. Something to break up the terrible monotony of simply being 'normal'. She hated it, and as she carried on through her apprentice years she would watch those being born after her for signs of others like her. She found it hard to be still, so once she finished her training and gained her warrior name Whitesparrow started hanging out more with the toms. She enjoyed the challenge of it all, especially since she usually purposefully chose toms with a bad reputation. Or those that were known to go from she-cat to she-cat without settling. She let them believe they had the power in the relationship, when all along she kept planning elaborate ways to kill them. She never did of course, she liked having a safe place to live, but it kept her entertained.
And then there was Cherrypool. She probably wasn't supposed to find out, but she liked following around Rookfrost at the time and caught the two dealing with a body. A cat's body. And so started her fascination with both cats. Why hide what they did? Had it been on purpose? Accidental? Were they like her, or just two cats with a problem that needed to be dealt with? She didn't know, and watched them still.
Whitesparrow discovered, shortly after offering for an apprentice with bad balance and little skill, that she enjoyed being challenged. And so, through a total of eight apprentices, she'd take on anyone that seemed like they wouldn't fit, that were different or difficult. They were safe from her wrath, safe from the chaos that ruled in her mind, at least until she turned them lose on the clan at large. She took useless and made them function as warriors, and that pleased her.
None were so difficult as Wildstripe, a tom that had been left blind during his kithood. Of course she contributed to his variouis attacks of clumsy while he was with her, just so she could pretend to fuss over him at the medicine den and chastise him for it. Make him, like her other apprentices, believe she was the only one that cared about him. She knew, after he came of age, that he was smitten with her, and continues to use that fact to her advantage to this day.
At present she enjoys the freedom of a Senior Warrior and awaits the time when she can openly destroy and cause true disaster on those around her. She is loyal to none but herself, and doesn't believe in the Code past what she needs to in order to fit in.
RP Example:
Other: n/a