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NAME: Pinewhisker
AGE: 48 moons
GENDER: She-cat
ALLIANCE: Nightclan
RANK: Senior Warrior
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PICTURE:
DESCRIPTION:
Pinewhisker is a long-legged, lithe she-cat with medium length ginger tabby fur and a vivid, fern green gaze. Of all the cats in Nightclan, she has one of the least impressive pelt colors, being completely ginger, with a slightly darker (almost indistinguishable) tabby overcoat and almost no other markings. The only notable white she has is some light frosting on her muzzle right beneath her nose. Although her fur color is quite ordinary, Pinewhisker boasts a very refined complexion. She has long limbs and agile, compact center that can carry her across the territory in exceptional strides. Pinewhisker has good speed and stamina, but is by no means the fastest or most enduring cat in the clan. Her body is littered with many small scars and nicks, and she has yet to have a truly devastating injury, partially due to her nimble battle tactics. Although it wouldn't be appropriate to call her cowardly, Pinewhisker is not keen on reckless behavior, strongly preferring a more strategic and deceptive approach to any conflict. It is Pinewhisker's authoritative and well spoken nature that really makes her stand out from others, not her looks.
DESCRIPTION SUMMARY:
Pinewhisker is a long-legged, lithe she-cat with medium length ginger tabby fur and a vivid, fern green gaze.
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PERSONALITY:
POSITIVE
+) Allocentric (having one's interest and attention centered on others)
Pinewhisker always thinks about others before herself and regards every living thing with a humble respect. Every decision she makes is made with the well-being of those around her in mind while her own desires and opportunities are put to the side. There have been many instances, especially during the era of her apprenticehood, in which Pinewhisker has laid her life and liberties on the line for her clanmates. Although no cat could truly be selfless, this ginger feline is one of the most compassionate cats one could meet, and from caring comes courage.
+) Bold (showing an ability to take risks; confident and courageous)
No cat could be more confident than Pinewhisker herself. At least, that's what she tells herself. This courageous cat is always on the move, looking for one more opportunity to prove her daring and fortitude to those around her. Used very often in her decision making, Pinewhisker's mettle has been her backbone from womb to warrior. Paired with her restless and tireless nature, her valor has harbored hidden curiosity and adventurous tendencies, though with age, her loyalty has prevailed above childhood dreams of journey and the world outside the clans.
+) Ebullient (cheerful and full of energy)
Thanks to her father, Pinewhisker has held onto laughter and cheer her entire lifetime. She is always an optimistic and positive character, with an active and jolly spirit. There is some tragedy worth shedding tears over, though this crimson cat isn't the kind of personality to dwell on conflict and strife. In fact, Pinewhisker is quick to joke and lighten up even the darkest and most complicated of situations. Without her ebullient nature, the obstacles and negativity in Pinewhisker's own life would have been much less...passable. As her father used to say, a day without laughter is a day wasted.
+) Conciliatory (intended or likely to placate or pacify; make someone less angry or hostile)
One of Pinewhisker's most effective skills is diffusing social tension. Whether its hostility between clanmates, or enmity between enemy patrols, she can always manage to smolder the blazing fires of hatred one way or another. Although she prefers to hone her sarcasm and compassion to ease suspense, Pinewhisker fully acknowledges that desperate times call for desperate measures. There have been many occasions where physical intervention was essential to avoid intense conflict.
+) Incisive (intelligently analytical and clear-thinking)
Although not considered incredibly intelligent, Pinewhisker is very well off to being one of the brightest and more logical cats in Nightclan. She is always very articulate with a clear goal or purpose on her mind. In her world, even the smallest of conflicts deserve investigation, and due to her analytical propensity, she is quite adept at examining conflicts and implementing solutions. Pinewhisker is very organized, which helps her form credible strategic and tactical approaches. Sometimes her input isn't always needed or wanted, though Pinewhisker constantly feels obligated to openly share her opinions in an effort of guiding those around her to a better state of mind and awareness.
NEGATIVE
-) Complacent (showing smug or uncritical satisfaction with oneself or one's achievements)
Pinewhisker's complacent behavior is mostly due to her common appearance and average level of skill. She isn't quite exceptional at anything, aside from social confrontations and interactions. In the broad scheme of warrior duties, hunting and fighting are more a priority, so she is quite easily overlooked in performance. Since she doesn't have many people glorifying over her achievements, she has grown to be quite smug and satisfied with her own accomplishments to fill the void of support. Dappleshade has often been there to encourage her, but the love of a motherly figure does sometimes grow stale.
-) Droll (curious or unusual in a way that provokes dry amusement)
Sometimes her humor is uplifting, and sometimes it is just amusing. More so in her apprentice moons than now, Pinewhisker more often than not expressed her jocular behavior on patrols and around camp. Some saw it as immature and ignorant, though it is her dry humor and constant cheerful behavior that has pushed her through hard times, and others as well. Although she rarely misses a chance to crack a joke, Pinewhisker does recognize death to be a much more sensitive time for those grieving, and fully acknowledges that there are good times to joke, and there are definitely not so good times to.
-) Cunning (having or showing skill in achieving one's ends by deceit or evasion)
Pinewhisker has always been the sharp and evasive type. Her tactical approaches in fights and her well planned battle strategies generally avoid a full on confrontation, though she isn't scared to face a threat head on. Her cunning has lead her to many victories in skirmishes and battles, and her sly campaigns have oftentimes given Nightclan the upper hand in warfare. Despite her more crafty approaches in conflict, Pinewhisker is a pretty straightforward cat to talk to, though some of the more suspicious type may note her schemes as underhanded and conniving.
-) Restless (unable to rest or relax as a result of anxiety or boredom)
Pinewhisker is easy to occupy with a task as she is always looking for something to do in her waking hours. Her restlessness can be a curse to those who can't stand her constant level of activity, though it has been, in many occasions, the thing that has kept her busy in times of grief. She often busies herself with even the silliest and most trivial of chores to keep productive, though there have been many occasions where she has overstayed her welcome. Believe it or not, she does annoy and aggravate many cats with her over-productive and fidgety presence. Most often, Pinewhisker only grows restive when seriously troubled or grieving.
-) Unforgiving (not readily willing to forgive or excuse others' faults or wrongdoings)
Pinewhisker really doesn't forgive easily, including herself. She is very sensitive to betrayal and is generally quite distrustful of those around her, no matter how much she cares for them. Being the more wily type herself, she knows how easy it is to fall victim to duplicitous ways, and therefore is very cautious, even though her joyful and jolly mask may not show it. Very few who have wronged her have received full forgiveness of their actions, and most likely never will. Her remorse over Fernclaw's death has made her doubt even her own honor, and if she can so easily question herself, she will not hesitate to suspect others of iniquity or misdeed.
NEUTRAL
n) Sarcastic (marked by or given to using irony in order to mock or convey contempt)
Pinewhisker always looks for the best opportunity to joke, and her timing could not be more appreciated. With the feelings of all the cats around her in mind, her dry humor and sarcasm can be really uplifting to those in a less than good mood. Even when she's down, Pinewhisker rarely misses an opportunity to express herself through humor or stories. Rain or shine, Nightclan can always look to this crimson she-cat for a good joke or a heartwarming tale. Pinewhisker would never in her right mind refuse to comfort a cat in need of compassion or cheer, for those in pain are in the greatest need for a tonic such as laughter.
n) Tireless (having or showing excessive effort or energy)
With the energy of a thousand stars, Pinewhisker is oftentimes both the early bird and the night owl, day in and day out. She recognizes that there is almost always things to be done, but when there isn't, she doesn't know what to do with her boundless energy. More often than not, she gets fidgety and finds it incredibly difficult to stay still and quiet, which can be quite annoying to those who enjoy their peace and silence. Pinewhisker's effort and energy in her every move can be admirable, uplifting, and helpful, though some may interpret her constant activity to be mildly irritating or stressful.
n) Honest (free of deceit and untruthfulness; sincere)
Some may argue honesty to be a positive trait, though there have been many occasions where Pinewhisker's sincerity has caused her and those around her much strife. It is settling, knowing that one can talk to her and hear honesty at its fullest, though it can also be disturbing for those not ready for the truth. She is quite straightforward, and paired with her integrity, talking with her can be a very fulfilling interaction. Unfortunately, Pinewhisker has upset some cats in the past with her intense probity, though that is most commonly due to ill preparedness on the receiving end. It is important to make sure one is disposed to hearing her candid opinion.
n) Pretentious (attempting to impress by affecting greater importance, talent, culture, etc., than is actually possessed)
Pinewhisker was never the most impressive hunter or the sharpest and fittest fighter, which most likely contributed to the further development and advancement of this personality trait. Her pretentious behavior first emerged after her father's death, and paired with it came a newfound competitiveness and desire for attention. Pinewhisker has constantly tried to establish herself as an important and invaluable member of Nightclan, and is quite prone to feeling trivial and insignificant if socially neglected. Loneliness is one of her greatest struggles, along with remorse.
n) Penitent (regularly expressing or feeling sincere regret and remorse over perceived wrongdoings; repentant)
Although Pinewhisker is a pretty good judge of character, she constantly struggles with personal regrets. Without a very strong group of friends to share personal feelings with, she often bottles up her emotions and struggles with them internally. Although this is potentially unhealthy when stresses are high, Pinewhisker almost always manages to pull through all by herself. There have been a few occasions where she has sought out Dappleshade, though Pinewhisker has discovered there is little others can do to ease any pains of guilt, as that is one sin she has yet to forgive herself for.
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HISTORY:
"Surrender and retreat, Cedarstar!" Pinekit squeaked, standing over her father's ginger form, her thorn sharp claws digging into Cedarheart's shoulders. Both father and daughter were breathing heavily from the tussle only a few moments before. "You are defeated!"
"I will never surrender, Pinestar." He growled mockingly. "You will have to kill me!"
"This isn't a game. This is war!" Pinekit yowled. "And I will do what it takes to protect my cats from further harm. Choose your next moves wisely, Cedarstar."
Pinekit wasn't expecting her father's explosive move. Cedarheart swiped out with one of his paws and knocked the kit's legs right out from underneath her.
"Oof!" She yelped, momentarily winded. The ginger kit scrambled to her paws just in time to duck another attack as Cedarheart swiped out at her face.
"Nice try, but you'll have to be quicker than that!" She piped up. There was a serious pause before Cedarheart began grinning, collapsing in a laughing heap of crimson fur. Pinekit couldn't help giggling and bouncing on her father playfully.
"You always end a battle laughing!" Pinekit cheeped, a smile still lighting up her features. "Why do you always do that?"
"Because you are just the best friend a cat could ask for Pinekit. You make me happy." He paused. "You make me laugh."
"What's so good about laughing?"
"Laughter is the tonic, the relief, the surcease for pain. A day without laughter is a day wasted."
"What does surcease mean?"
"Cessation: the fact or process of ending or being brought to an end."
"Oh..." The ginger tabby kitten meowed, sitting up. "Can laughter really heal?"
"Of course, if you believe it can."
"Does Smokefur know about this?" Pinekit looked steadily at her father.
"You are impossible, Pinekit." Cedarheart sighed, his green eyes still lit with cheer from the lighthearted moments between him and his daughter. "Of course she knows. Everybody knows."
"I didn't." Pinekit frowned. "What other secrets are you hiding?" She leaned in close pretending to be serious and calculating, but Cedarheart mischievously swiped at her again, bouncing up on his paws in an instant, chasing the giggling ginger kit all the way to the nursery.
"You cheek!" He bellowed playfully. "Thinking I'm keeping secrets!"
The two burst into the nursery in a tumble of crimson fur, almost squashing Dappleshade, who, luckily, darted out of the way just in time.
"Cedarheart! You are playing too rough with her!" The tortoiseshell she-cat growled softly, herding Pinekit back to her nest. "Since you are here, time to go to sleep!"
"But we were having fun!" Pinekit whined. "Can I please keep playing with da?"
"No. It's already sunfall." The kit's adopted mother meowed.
Sure enough, the hot glow of evening sunlight leaked faintly into the nursery. Cedarheart closed his eyes and sighed.
"Dappleshade is right, it's time to go to sleep!"
The ginger tom padded over to his daughter and licked her fondly.
"Don't forget to take care of Nighttail's ticks tomorrow. I bet you he'll repay you with a story worth a million moons!"
"I won't forget." Pinekit yawned, realizing how tired she actually was. "Goodnight da!"
"Look at you, you're a mess, Pinekit!" Dappleshade murmured as Cedarheart walked away.
"Goodnight, Pinekit." The tom breathed quietly.
Cedarheart stepped into the camp clearing, of which was growing more dim by the minute. The evergreens left vast shadows in their wake, blanketing the camp in a grim umber. The nights were getting colder, and his concern that Pinekit wouldn't make it to apprenticehood was becoming more intense. Winter is coming. She's only three moons old and prey is running short already. He thought sadly. The reality that both Shadekit and Lichenkit were newly apprenticed was uplifting, though Cedarheart still had his doubts. His heart ached to even think about the thought of loosing the last thing he had left to live for. Even with two medicine cats, Pinekit's mother, Cedarheart's true love, didn't survive the kitting. Pinekit's only sibling was stillborn, leaving the distraught Cedarheart with just one small ginger kit, a spitting image of himself. I can't thank Dappleshade enough for helping me with her. Cedarheart thought thankfully, starting to make his way towards the camp entrance. I need to go out for a hunt.
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It was well past moonhigh when Cedarheart felt exhaustion gnaw at his limbs like a hungry fox. It's late now, I should head back. He thought tiredly. His haggard form began traveling here and there, snatching up prey that he had caught for the early morning patrols, and with a mouth full of fresh-kill, the tom sauntered back towards camp. I am actually looking forward to a good night's sleep now. He declared to himself, satisfied. The moonlight doused every tree and plant in a pallid, ghostly glow, and the fresh, cool scent of darkness was accompanied by the usual midnight noises, with peepers peeping and frogs croaking behind every pine. It was peaceful, and despite the nippy night air, Cedarheart quite enjoyed his moonhigh hunting. It gives me time to think. He told himself, letting his eyes droop. And helps me get to sleep. A rustle quite close to him caught Cedarheart's attention. What was that? He pondered, jerking suddenly to a halt and setting down the few pieces of prey he had collected.
"Who's there?" The ginger tom demanded sharply.
There was no reply. That is weird. He thought, fluffing up his fur. The night suddenly grew uncomfortable and dreary, rain beginning to patter the ground rhythmically. Fog wrapped its fingers around every tree and made the ground before him look intangible and ghostly pale. I've never liked fog and rain. Cedarheart griped silently, shaking droplets from his pelt. But Leaftail did. His heart warmed at the thought of his deceased mate, a picture of her chocolate brown pelt and deep green eyes vivid in his mind. I miss you so much, Leaftail.
Almost without warning, two foxes melted from the shadows in front of him, and the who world seemed to get ten degrees cooler. Wh-? The tom's hackles raised defensively, and he felt a growl rise from the depths of his stomach. Starclan help me! Cedarheart prayed, standing his ground. I can't run back to camp, they'll follow me straight to my sleeping clanmates. As if cued, the two foxes split up, circling him with death squirming in their gaze like maggots in rotting prey.
"Help! Foxes!" He roared with a thundering voice, though only silence greeted his pleas. Cedarheart knew his fate, and in a dreadful instant, he felt teeth ripping savagely at his flanks and throat. His limbs thrashed uselessly, gouging at anything his claws could catch, though his efforts were truly futile, for not even the sharpest and fittest warrior would stand a chance against a pair of full grown foxes.
Darkness clouded his vision and the pain slowly faded, like stars before sunrise. Cedarheart's eyes glistened. I'm so sorry, Pinekit. I'm so sorry... He cried silently. The tom's breaths rattled irregularly before he heaved a final sigh, tears lightly wetting his crimson muzzle in the quickly fading frenzy.
Goodnight, Pinekit.
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Pinekit awoke the next morning to see a crowd of cats whispering in the center of a soggy camp. Dappleshade looked fraught with grief, and seeing her so sad made the young kit's belly squirm with discomfort. Pinekit slowly peeked out of the den, stepping into the clearing hesitantly. Almost immediately, Dappleshade trotted over and herded her back towards the nursery, though the ginger she-kit refused to go.
"What's going on?" She meowed, a hint of confusion in her voice. "Are we going to be invaded? I can fight as well as any cat in Nightclan!"
Pinekit managed to squeeze around Dappleshade, bounding forward towards the senior warriors huddled around something crimson in the center of camp. The kit's heart skipped a beat.
"What happened? What's that?" The ginger kit hesitated, looking around camp for her father. "Where's da?"
Dappleshade managed to snatch Pinekit by the scruff.
"Where's da? He'll know what to do." Her pelt itched uncomfortably as more faces darkened with heartache and sorrow.
"What happened? Why is everyone acting so..." She paused, hanging from Dappleshade's jaws. What's the word he uses? Pinekit thought. "...so melancholy?"
Dappleshade set Pinekit back down in her nest, curling up around the kit. The kit tried to squirm away, but Dappleshade pulled her back. When Pinekit looked into the tortoiseshell's light eyes, she noticed how wet the queen's face was.
"Why are you crying, Dappleshade? Are you hurt?" A sudden realization hit her. That's it! Pinekit thought joyfully. She smiled, bouncing up and down. "Laughter will heal everyone! Nightclan just needs to laugh and we'll all be better."
The she-kit was just greeted with silence, paired with the occasional sniff. Pinekit felt a torrent of dread wash over her. Something really, really bad has happened. She thought to herself, her heart fluttering like a hummingbird's wings. Dappleshade sighed, and tough as it was, the queen looked Pinekit in her bright, fern green gaze.
"Pinekit..." She murmured. "Pinekit, your father is...your father found your mum, and they want you to know that they both love you very much."
"What do you mean?"
"Pinekit. Your father had an accident last night." She hesitated. "Cedarheart is with Starclan."
Pinekit sat down abruptly, her heart racing, and her eyes beginning to water.
"But that's...that's not fair." She wailed. "He promised me that we'd always be together!"
"He's watching over us now."
As if the whole world came crashing down on her shoulders, Pinekit hunched over and cried, pressing into Dappleshade, who, in turn, began grooming the small kit's rusty colored pelt in rhythmic strokes. He promised me that we'd always be together... Pinekit thought drowsily, shaking slightly with shock.
He lied.
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Pinekit was born in greenleaf. Her mother, Leaftail, died during kitting, leaving behind Pinekit and a stillborn son. Pinekit's father, Cedarheart, was overcome with despair, though despite his sorrow, he spent every waking moment with his only kit. Cedarheart spent every moment of free time with Pinekit, so very grateful that Dappleshade and the other queens were able to help him raise her, even if only for a couple moons. Though in that couple moons, father and daughter had bonded so strongly that only death could part them, which it did. Cedarheart was killed by a pair of foxes nearing the beginning of leafbare, leaving Pinekit kin-less at three moons old. With the help of the clan, Pinekit was able to surpass the emotional distress of losing all of her kin, recovering fully only a couple moons later.
Clawstorm's warrior ceremony sparked a tinge of envy in Pinekit, though overpowering her jealousy was the reality of life, of which dawned on many when Ravenstar and Blackwolf rescued Oakkit out of a muddy sinkhole. About a moon after what could have been a horrible event, Boneshadow was killed by a lynx. Sadness struck Nightclan like a blizzard in newleaf as they coped with the untimely loss of their beloved deputy. Pinekit was quite sad, though she didn't know Boneshadow long enough to be distraught. Pinekit's jealousy intensified as Ravenstar held a battle training session for all Nightclan apprentices. Soon after Boneshadow's death, Ravenstar appointed Roughthroat as the new deputy, also pursuing the apprentice ceremonies of four excited kits; Thornkit, Oakkit, Ashkit, and Pinekit. Within a moon of Pinepaw's apprentice ceremony, much happened. Moss, a loner cat, arrived in Nightclan territory injured. Frogpaw, Grimpaw, and Darkpaw became warriors. Though with following the mystery cat and excitement of new warriors, Nightclan was due for some bad news. At the end of leafbare, Nightclan territory was flooded! Nightclan did recover, and was given a well deserved break that newleaf. There were only a few border skirmishes with Treeclan where Pinepaw was able to witness interclan disputes first hand.
Pinepaw was given her warrior name, Pinewhisker, at 12 moons of age. She was the only warrior made in Nightclan that greenleaf, and it ended up being a lonely vigil, though she had finally achieved a long desired status. It all happened in good time. Nightclan was caught red-handed stealing prey from Treeclan, and tensions were at an all time high. She did express some resentment towards the known thieves, though civil disputes were the last thing Nightclan needed, and her grudges faded. Her first few moons as a warrior were mostly spent patrolling back to back, protecting those she knew to be dishonest, which did weigh her spirits down more than usual. On the bright side, five new kits were apprenticed and out of the nursery! At the end of Pinewhisker's first greenleaf as a warrior, Nightclan's beloved Smokefur left on a mission guided by Starclan. Thank goodness she left Featherpaw in her place, for as little experience as she may have had, an empty medicine den would have been an horrible thought for every cat in the clan. Pinewhisker supported Featherpaw as best as she could and hoped that the apprentice wasn't too bogged down by responsibility.
The next six moons were quite eventful. A cat named Silverfox left Nightclan for good, and in all honesty, Pinewhisker didn't mind. Much to the horror of Pinewhisker and all of Nightclan, soon after the silver she-cat's departure, greencough swept through the clan. The lives of Lilywish, Mudspots, Firejay, and the apprentice Driftpaw, were lost. Pinewhisker was only slightly infected, though was lucky enough to beat the sickness, along with Hazepaw. Though, being strong enough to survive greencough wasn't enough for the apprentice. Soon after the infection in Nightclan, Hazepaw was chased into the mountains by a stray dog. After the death of four clan members and the absence of two, Roughthroat was killed by a fox. Pinewhisker was strongly affected by his death, though made sure to support her clanmates fully in grieving. And as if tragedy wasn't enough for Nightclan the past six moons, Palepaw damaged his leg after falling out of a tree. On the bright side, Pinewhisker was given an apprentice by the name of Fernpaw. The two were inseparable.
Slatenose was selected as Nightclan's next deputy, much to the approval of many of Pinewhisker's clanmates, and herself too. Slatenose was a reliable and determined cat, and had earned the respect of many of her clanmates. Unfortunately, shortly after her deputy ceremony, Oakpaw, one of Pinewhisker's close peers, triggered a violent battle with Rainclan in which Sandstar of Rainclan and Halfmask of Nightclan were killed. Pinewhisker was only scratched a nicked in her first real battle, though many of her clanmates were more heavily wounded. After the fight, it was announced that there were to be Apprentice Games hosted by the clans, which was uplifting. Nightpaw and Juncopaw were nominated, and Pinewhisker was excited for the turnout of the event! A pleasant distraction occurred when Hollykit, Bonekit, and Coyotekit were born. A couple more mild confrontations with both Treeclan and Rainclan occurred, though Nightclan was more focused and excited about the long awaited return of Smokefur (who brought with her a mysterious kit), and the surprise appearance of Hazepaw. Coincidentally, almost as soon as Smokefur returned, Featherpaw went off on her own Starclan mission. Pinewhisker thought that to be quite...queer. Though, in her own opinion, Hazepaw's unprecedented return and the arrival of this unknown kit deserved more suspicion than Featherpaw's expedition. Fernpaw's training was well under way.
The beginning of greenleaf was quite mild, giving Nightclan time to settle their minds and prepare for leaffall. Pinewhisker took advantage in the break of calamity and spent much of her time brushing up on her warrior skills and making sure to contribute heavily to her clan. Unfortunately, the peace was short-lived. Ravenstar was killed by Sandviper, and Nightclan was again thrust into a frenzy of grief. Slatenose became leader, stepping down from duties to have Nettlefur's kits, and leaving Dimstar in her wake with Sleekshade as the new Nightclan deputy. Pinewhisker, along with many other cats in the clan, were confused at first with all the changes in leadership, though were able to settle back into their duties before too long. Pinewhisker was pleased to hear how a Nightclan patrol, even after all the stresses of Ravenstar's death, managed to rescue Littlestep of Treeclan from a fox. Pinewhisker began spending more time patrolling after this, hoping to sink her claws into a fox's pelt. She still had sore feelings towards them, knowing how her father was killed. Despite the heirarchial incertitude after Ravenstar's death and during Dimstar's rise as leader, three moons later, Nightclan was blessed with five new kits, and new warriors by the names of Hollystorm and Fernclaw. Pinewhisker was ecstatic for the whole clan, and especially her past apprentice. Things were looking up.
Just when Nightclan's social tensions are lightening, greenleaf brings with it a horrible drought, and Dimstar declared a raid on Rainclan's territory in order to supply his clan with water. Pinewhisker was one of the warriors that approved of his plan. As if drought wasn't enough of a problem for the clan, a fox attack left Palebreeze dead and Coyotepaw seriously injured. Bonepaw survived and was strong enough for his warrior ceremony in the same moon. Pinewhisker heartily welcomed Cobrakit, Thornkit, and Darkkit into Nightclan, congratulating Echobreeze. The birth of the three kits softened the harsh sadness of Palebreeze's death and Coyotepaw's serious injury, though Pinewhisker knew the foxes needed to be dealt with. They were the cause of several deaths, including her father's, and Pinewhisker decided she was to pull together a patrol to rid Nightclan territory of them once and for all. Her and a couple younger, radical, and rebellious warriors put the plan in place to lure the foxes out and drive them off, collapsing their dens. Only three foxes were found, and all fled, though in the final attempt, a young warrior by the name of Fernclaw was killed. The guilt of the she-cat's death drove Pinewhisker into depression, and to this day, a part of her regrets of ever sacrificing Fernclaw's life, and the lives of those other warriors who so willingly followed her into the fray. Even though her plan had prevented further fox attacks on unsuspecting or lone cats, Pinewhisker is still very sensitive over Fernclaw's death to this day, which is why she was able to continue her warrior duties with minimal punishments. Pinewhisker still devises radical solutions, though she is much more cautious and careful during implementation than she has been in the past.
After the reduction of foxes in the territory took place, thanks to Pinewhisker and her band of supporters, Sleekshade stepped down and Redcloud became deputy, bringing a new era of Nightclan leadership.
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RP EXAMPLE:
"Remember, stay in the trees until I say."
Pinewhisker whispered to the three warriors at her back, directing them to their posts with the twitch of her tail. Fernclaw, Waspnose, and Beepelt split up silently, racing up the trees around the perimeter of the target, their dark pelts disappearing into the undergrowth. Pinewhisker waited a few minutes, sure that they have secured their places in the branches before stepping into the open, facing a dark, ominous gap that stank of foxes. Here goes. She thought. The ginger she-cat began yowling, and limping away from the den as if injured, hoping to entice whatever foxes may be in there.
Many minutes had passed. What's taking so long? Pinewhisker thought to herself, growing more nervous by the second. She wasn't used to being in such a precarious situation, though she wouldn't allow it any other way. Her clanmates were too valuable to her to be used as foxbait, and she had no intention of going down without a fight if it came down to it. Besides, this was the last den that they had located on Nightclan territory, so all four of them had plenty of experience with predator behavior at this point. The plan had been perfectly executed twice before now, so error is highly unlikely. Right? She thought, still cowering in front of the open cave.
A few dreadful minutes passed before her caterwauling drew out a red pointed snout from the shadows. Rancid breath bathed everything within a tail-length from the fox's face, and his teeth were caked in yellow plaque. Great Starclan, this fox is big! She hesitated. Perhaps she did feel a real twinge of fear, but there was no time to truly acknowledge the danger of the situation. The plan was working, and the crimson cat only had one last thing to do: lead the fox into the ambush. In a flash, Pinewhisker darted away, the fox on her heels. She felt his breath on her hind legs, bating her onwards towards the little grove of cedars not far away. Just a little bit farther. She told herself, limbs burning from a long day of sprinting and collapsing dens. The fox was outpacing her, and what was a trap turned into a race for her life. Pinewhisker could almost feel the fox's jaws latched around her flanks. Just before she reached the cedars, her paw snagged on a root. The she-cat went head over heels, though before the fox could sink his jaws into her body, Fernclaw dropped out of the tree and leaped at the beast. The brown she-cat was clawing savagely at his eyes, buying Pinewhisker time to jump to her paws. Waspnose and Beepelt, the two black-furred toms, were close behind Fernclaw's dark brown form.
It had all happened so fast. Pinewhisker leaped to her paws as quick as she could and launched herself at the fox's face, though her advance was not quick enough. The creature had taken Fernclaw by the throat and was shaking her viciously, spraying blood on the earth below.
"No! Fernclaw!"
Pinewhisker's wails were futile, though her claws met eyes, and she didn't stop scratching until Fernclaw's body was resting on the ground and the fox was driven away. Beepelt and Waspnose has vanished after the red furred monster, leaving Pinewhisker along with Fernclaw's limp form.
"I'm so sorry, Fernclaw. I'm so sorry." She whispered. "You saved my life.. I wish I could have done the same for you."
Pinewhisker wept softly, burying her face in Fernclaw's fur. She couldn't help but wishing for her friend's comforting amber gaze, or the soft, sweet murmurs of "it'll be alright", though the she-cat's eyes were cold and lifeless. Pinewhisker laid whimpering, while silence greeted her quiet pleas.
I'm so sorry.
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AGE: 48 moons
GENDER: She-cat
ALLIANCE: Nightclan
RANK: Senior Warrior
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PICTURE:
DESCRIPTION:
Pinewhisker is a long-legged, lithe she-cat with medium length ginger tabby fur and a vivid, fern green gaze. Of all the cats in Nightclan, she has one of the least impressive pelt colors, being completely ginger, with a slightly darker (almost indistinguishable) tabby overcoat and almost no other markings. The only notable white she has is some light frosting on her muzzle right beneath her nose. Although her fur color is quite ordinary, Pinewhisker boasts a very refined complexion. She has long limbs and agile, compact center that can carry her across the territory in exceptional strides. Pinewhisker has good speed and stamina, but is by no means the fastest or most enduring cat in the clan. Her body is littered with many small scars and nicks, and she has yet to have a truly devastating injury, partially due to her nimble battle tactics. Although it wouldn't be appropriate to call her cowardly, Pinewhisker is not keen on reckless behavior, strongly preferring a more strategic and deceptive approach to any conflict. It is Pinewhisker's authoritative and well spoken nature that really makes her stand out from others, not her looks.
DESCRIPTION SUMMARY:
Pinewhisker is a long-legged, lithe she-cat with medium length ginger tabby fur and a vivid, fern green gaze.
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PERSONALITY:
POSITIVE
+) Allocentric (having one's interest and attention centered on others)
Pinewhisker always thinks about others before herself and regards every living thing with a humble respect. Every decision she makes is made with the well-being of those around her in mind while her own desires and opportunities are put to the side. There have been many instances, especially during the era of her apprenticehood, in which Pinewhisker has laid her life and liberties on the line for her clanmates. Although no cat could truly be selfless, this ginger feline is one of the most compassionate cats one could meet, and from caring comes courage.
+) Bold (showing an ability to take risks; confident and courageous)
No cat could be more confident than Pinewhisker herself. At least, that's what she tells herself. This courageous cat is always on the move, looking for one more opportunity to prove her daring and fortitude to those around her. Used very often in her decision making, Pinewhisker's mettle has been her backbone from womb to warrior. Paired with her restless and tireless nature, her valor has harbored hidden curiosity and adventurous tendencies, though with age, her loyalty has prevailed above childhood dreams of journey and the world outside the clans.
+) Ebullient (cheerful and full of energy)
Thanks to her father, Pinewhisker has held onto laughter and cheer her entire lifetime. She is always an optimistic and positive character, with an active and jolly spirit. There is some tragedy worth shedding tears over, though this crimson cat isn't the kind of personality to dwell on conflict and strife. In fact, Pinewhisker is quick to joke and lighten up even the darkest and most complicated of situations. Without her ebullient nature, the obstacles and negativity in Pinewhisker's own life would have been much less...passable. As her father used to say, a day without laughter is a day wasted.
+) Conciliatory (intended or likely to placate or pacify; make someone less angry or hostile)
One of Pinewhisker's most effective skills is diffusing social tension. Whether its hostility between clanmates, or enmity between enemy patrols, she can always manage to smolder the blazing fires of hatred one way or another. Although she prefers to hone her sarcasm and compassion to ease suspense, Pinewhisker fully acknowledges that desperate times call for desperate measures. There have been many occasions where physical intervention was essential to avoid intense conflict.
+) Incisive (intelligently analytical and clear-thinking)
Although not considered incredibly intelligent, Pinewhisker is very well off to being one of the brightest and more logical cats in Nightclan. She is always very articulate with a clear goal or purpose on her mind. In her world, even the smallest of conflicts deserve investigation, and due to her analytical propensity, she is quite adept at examining conflicts and implementing solutions. Pinewhisker is very organized, which helps her form credible strategic and tactical approaches. Sometimes her input isn't always needed or wanted, though Pinewhisker constantly feels obligated to openly share her opinions in an effort of guiding those around her to a better state of mind and awareness.
NEGATIVE
-) Complacent (showing smug or uncritical satisfaction with oneself or one's achievements)
Pinewhisker's complacent behavior is mostly due to her common appearance and average level of skill. She isn't quite exceptional at anything, aside from social confrontations and interactions. In the broad scheme of warrior duties, hunting and fighting are more a priority, so she is quite easily overlooked in performance. Since she doesn't have many people glorifying over her achievements, she has grown to be quite smug and satisfied with her own accomplishments to fill the void of support. Dappleshade has often been there to encourage her, but the love of a motherly figure does sometimes grow stale.
-) Droll (curious or unusual in a way that provokes dry amusement)
Sometimes her humor is uplifting, and sometimes it is just amusing. More so in her apprentice moons than now, Pinewhisker more often than not expressed her jocular behavior on patrols and around camp. Some saw it as immature and ignorant, though it is her dry humor and constant cheerful behavior that has pushed her through hard times, and others as well. Although she rarely misses a chance to crack a joke, Pinewhisker does recognize death to be a much more sensitive time for those grieving, and fully acknowledges that there are good times to joke, and there are definitely not so good times to.
-) Cunning (having or showing skill in achieving one's ends by deceit or evasion)
Pinewhisker has always been the sharp and evasive type. Her tactical approaches in fights and her well planned battle strategies generally avoid a full on confrontation, though she isn't scared to face a threat head on. Her cunning has lead her to many victories in skirmishes and battles, and her sly campaigns have oftentimes given Nightclan the upper hand in warfare. Despite her more crafty approaches in conflict, Pinewhisker is a pretty straightforward cat to talk to, though some of the more suspicious type may note her schemes as underhanded and conniving.
-) Restless (unable to rest or relax as a result of anxiety or boredom)
Pinewhisker is easy to occupy with a task as she is always looking for something to do in her waking hours. Her restlessness can be a curse to those who can't stand her constant level of activity, though it has been, in many occasions, the thing that has kept her busy in times of grief. She often busies herself with even the silliest and most trivial of chores to keep productive, though there have been many occasions where she has overstayed her welcome. Believe it or not, she does annoy and aggravate many cats with her over-productive and fidgety presence. Most often, Pinewhisker only grows restive when seriously troubled or grieving.
-) Unforgiving (not readily willing to forgive or excuse others' faults or wrongdoings)
Pinewhisker really doesn't forgive easily, including herself. She is very sensitive to betrayal and is generally quite distrustful of those around her, no matter how much she cares for them. Being the more wily type herself, she knows how easy it is to fall victim to duplicitous ways, and therefore is very cautious, even though her joyful and jolly mask may not show it. Very few who have wronged her have received full forgiveness of their actions, and most likely never will. Her remorse over Fernclaw's death has made her doubt even her own honor, and if she can so easily question herself, she will not hesitate to suspect others of iniquity or misdeed.
NEUTRAL
n) Sarcastic (marked by or given to using irony in order to mock or convey contempt)
Pinewhisker always looks for the best opportunity to joke, and her timing could not be more appreciated. With the feelings of all the cats around her in mind, her dry humor and sarcasm can be really uplifting to those in a less than good mood. Even when she's down, Pinewhisker rarely misses an opportunity to express herself through humor or stories. Rain or shine, Nightclan can always look to this crimson she-cat for a good joke or a heartwarming tale. Pinewhisker would never in her right mind refuse to comfort a cat in need of compassion or cheer, for those in pain are in the greatest need for a tonic such as laughter.
n) Tireless (having or showing excessive effort or energy)
With the energy of a thousand stars, Pinewhisker is oftentimes both the early bird and the night owl, day in and day out. She recognizes that there is almost always things to be done, but when there isn't, she doesn't know what to do with her boundless energy. More often than not, she gets fidgety and finds it incredibly difficult to stay still and quiet, which can be quite annoying to those who enjoy their peace and silence. Pinewhisker's effort and energy in her every move can be admirable, uplifting, and helpful, though some may interpret her constant activity to be mildly irritating or stressful.
n) Honest (free of deceit and untruthfulness; sincere)
Some may argue honesty to be a positive trait, though there have been many occasions where Pinewhisker's sincerity has caused her and those around her much strife. It is settling, knowing that one can talk to her and hear honesty at its fullest, though it can also be disturbing for those not ready for the truth. She is quite straightforward, and paired with her integrity, talking with her can be a very fulfilling interaction. Unfortunately, Pinewhisker has upset some cats in the past with her intense probity, though that is most commonly due to ill preparedness on the receiving end. It is important to make sure one is disposed to hearing her candid opinion.
n) Pretentious (attempting to impress by affecting greater importance, talent, culture, etc., than is actually possessed)
Pinewhisker was never the most impressive hunter or the sharpest and fittest fighter, which most likely contributed to the further development and advancement of this personality trait. Her pretentious behavior first emerged after her father's death, and paired with it came a newfound competitiveness and desire for attention. Pinewhisker has constantly tried to establish herself as an important and invaluable member of Nightclan, and is quite prone to feeling trivial and insignificant if socially neglected. Loneliness is one of her greatest struggles, along with remorse.
n) Penitent (regularly expressing or feeling sincere regret and remorse over perceived wrongdoings; repentant)
Although Pinewhisker is a pretty good judge of character, she constantly struggles with personal regrets. Without a very strong group of friends to share personal feelings with, she often bottles up her emotions and struggles with them internally. Although this is potentially unhealthy when stresses are high, Pinewhisker almost always manages to pull through all by herself. There have been a few occasions where she has sought out Dappleshade, though Pinewhisker has discovered there is little others can do to ease any pains of guilt, as that is one sin she has yet to forgive herself for.
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HISTORY:
"Surrender and retreat, Cedarstar!" Pinekit squeaked, standing over her father's ginger form, her thorn sharp claws digging into Cedarheart's shoulders. Both father and daughter were breathing heavily from the tussle only a few moments before. "You are defeated!"
"I will never surrender, Pinestar." He growled mockingly. "You will have to kill me!"
"This isn't a game. This is war!" Pinekit yowled. "And I will do what it takes to protect my cats from further harm. Choose your next moves wisely, Cedarstar."
Pinekit wasn't expecting her father's explosive move. Cedarheart swiped out with one of his paws and knocked the kit's legs right out from underneath her.
"Oof!" She yelped, momentarily winded. The ginger kit scrambled to her paws just in time to duck another attack as Cedarheart swiped out at her face.
"Nice try, but you'll have to be quicker than that!" She piped up. There was a serious pause before Cedarheart began grinning, collapsing in a laughing heap of crimson fur. Pinekit couldn't help giggling and bouncing on her father playfully.
"You always end a battle laughing!" Pinekit cheeped, a smile still lighting up her features. "Why do you always do that?"
"Because you are just the best friend a cat could ask for Pinekit. You make me happy." He paused. "You make me laugh."
"What's so good about laughing?"
"Laughter is the tonic, the relief, the surcease for pain. A day without laughter is a day wasted."
"What does surcease mean?"
"Cessation: the fact or process of ending or being brought to an end."
"Oh..." The ginger tabby kitten meowed, sitting up. "Can laughter really heal?"
"Of course, if you believe it can."
"Does Smokefur know about this?" Pinekit looked steadily at her father.
"You are impossible, Pinekit." Cedarheart sighed, his green eyes still lit with cheer from the lighthearted moments between him and his daughter. "Of course she knows. Everybody knows."
"I didn't." Pinekit frowned. "What other secrets are you hiding?" She leaned in close pretending to be serious and calculating, but Cedarheart mischievously swiped at her again, bouncing up on his paws in an instant, chasing the giggling ginger kit all the way to the nursery.
"You cheek!" He bellowed playfully. "Thinking I'm keeping secrets!"
The two burst into the nursery in a tumble of crimson fur, almost squashing Dappleshade, who, luckily, darted out of the way just in time.
"Cedarheart! You are playing too rough with her!" The tortoiseshell she-cat growled softly, herding Pinekit back to her nest. "Since you are here, time to go to sleep!"
"But we were having fun!" Pinekit whined. "Can I please keep playing with da?"
"No. It's already sunfall." The kit's adopted mother meowed.
Sure enough, the hot glow of evening sunlight leaked faintly into the nursery. Cedarheart closed his eyes and sighed.
"Dappleshade is right, it's time to go to sleep!"
The ginger tom padded over to his daughter and licked her fondly.
"Don't forget to take care of Nighttail's ticks tomorrow. I bet you he'll repay you with a story worth a million moons!"
"I won't forget." Pinekit yawned, realizing how tired she actually was. "Goodnight da!"
"Look at you, you're a mess, Pinekit!" Dappleshade murmured as Cedarheart walked away.
"Goodnight, Pinekit." The tom breathed quietly.
Cedarheart stepped into the camp clearing, of which was growing more dim by the minute. The evergreens left vast shadows in their wake, blanketing the camp in a grim umber. The nights were getting colder, and his concern that Pinekit wouldn't make it to apprenticehood was becoming more intense. Winter is coming. She's only three moons old and prey is running short already. He thought sadly. The reality that both Shadekit and Lichenkit were newly apprenticed was uplifting, though Cedarheart still had his doubts. His heart ached to even think about the thought of loosing the last thing he had left to live for. Even with two medicine cats, Pinekit's mother, Cedarheart's true love, didn't survive the kitting. Pinekit's only sibling was stillborn, leaving the distraught Cedarheart with just one small ginger kit, a spitting image of himself. I can't thank Dappleshade enough for helping me with her. Cedarheart thought thankfully, starting to make his way towards the camp entrance. I need to go out for a hunt.
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It was well past moonhigh when Cedarheart felt exhaustion gnaw at his limbs like a hungry fox. It's late now, I should head back. He thought tiredly. His haggard form began traveling here and there, snatching up prey that he had caught for the early morning patrols, and with a mouth full of fresh-kill, the tom sauntered back towards camp. I am actually looking forward to a good night's sleep now. He declared to himself, satisfied. The moonlight doused every tree and plant in a pallid, ghostly glow, and the fresh, cool scent of darkness was accompanied by the usual midnight noises, with peepers peeping and frogs croaking behind every pine. It was peaceful, and despite the nippy night air, Cedarheart quite enjoyed his moonhigh hunting. It gives me time to think. He told himself, letting his eyes droop. And helps me get to sleep. A rustle quite close to him caught Cedarheart's attention. What was that? He pondered, jerking suddenly to a halt and setting down the few pieces of prey he had collected.
"Who's there?" The ginger tom demanded sharply.
There was no reply. That is weird. He thought, fluffing up his fur. The night suddenly grew uncomfortable and dreary, rain beginning to patter the ground rhythmically. Fog wrapped its fingers around every tree and made the ground before him look intangible and ghostly pale. I've never liked fog and rain. Cedarheart griped silently, shaking droplets from his pelt. But Leaftail did. His heart warmed at the thought of his deceased mate, a picture of her chocolate brown pelt and deep green eyes vivid in his mind. I miss you so much, Leaftail.
Almost without warning, two foxes melted from the shadows in front of him, and the who world seemed to get ten degrees cooler. Wh-? The tom's hackles raised defensively, and he felt a growl rise from the depths of his stomach. Starclan help me! Cedarheart prayed, standing his ground. I can't run back to camp, they'll follow me straight to my sleeping clanmates. As if cued, the two foxes split up, circling him with death squirming in their gaze like maggots in rotting prey.
"Help! Foxes!" He roared with a thundering voice, though only silence greeted his pleas. Cedarheart knew his fate, and in a dreadful instant, he felt teeth ripping savagely at his flanks and throat. His limbs thrashed uselessly, gouging at anything his claws could catch, though his efforts were truly futile, for not even the sharpest and fittest warrior would stand a chance against a pair of full grown foxes.
Darkness clouded his vision and the pain slowly faded, like stars before sunrise. Cedarheart's eyes glistened. I'm so sorry, Pinekit. I'm so sorry... He cried silently. The tom's breaths rattled irregularly before he heaved a final sigh, tears lightly wetting his crimson muzzle in the quickly fading frenzy.
Goodnight, Pinekit.
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Pinekit awoke the next morning to see a crowd of cats whispering in the center of a soggy camp. Dappleshade looked fraught with grief, and seeing her so sad made the young kit's belly squirm with discomfort. Pinekit slowly peeked out of the den, stepping into the clearing hesitantly. Almost immediately, Dappleshade trotted over and herded her back towards the nursery, though the ginger she-kit refused to go.
"What's going on?" She meowed, a hint of confusion in her voice. "Are we going to be invaded? I can fight as well as any cat in Nightclan!"
Pinekit managed to squeeze around Dappleshade, bounding forward towards the senior warriors huddled around something crimson in the center of camp. The kit's heart skipped a beat.
"What happened? What's that?" The ginger kit hesitated, looking around camp for her father. "Where's da?"
Dappleshade managed to snatch Pinekit by the scruff.
"Where's da? He'll know what to do." Her pelt itched uncomfortably as more faces darkened with heartache and sorrow.
"What happened? Why is everyone acting so..." She paused, hanging from Dappleshade's jaws. What's the word he uses? Pinekit thought. "...so melancholy?"
Dappleshade set Pinekit back down in her nest, curling up around the kit. The kit tried to squirm away, but Dappleshade pulled her back. When Pinekit looked into the tortoiseshell's light eyes, she noticed how wet the queen's face was.
"Why are you crying, Dappleshade? Are you hurt?" A sudden realization hit her. That's it! Pinekit thought joyfully. She smiled, bouncing up and down. "Laughter will heal everyone! Nightclan just needs to laugh and we'll all be better."
The she-kit was just greeted with silence, paired with the occasional sniff. Pinekit felt a torrent of dread wash over her. Something really, really bad has happened. She thought to herself, her heart fluttering like a hummingbird's wings. Dappleshade sighed, and tough as it was, the queen looked Pinekit in her bright, fern green gaze.
"Pinekit..." She murmured. "Pinekit, your father is...your father found your mum, and they want you to know that they both love you very much."
"What do you mean?"
"Pinekit. Your father had an accident last night." She hesitated. "Cedarheart is with Starclan."
Pinekit sat down abruptly, her heart racing, and her eyes beginning to water.
"But that's...that's not fair." She wailed. "He promised me that we'd always be together!"
"He's watching over us now."
As if the whole world came crashing down on her shoulders, Pinekit hunched over and cried, pressing into Dappleshade, who, in turn, began grooming the small kit's rusty colored pelt in rhythmic strokes. He promised me that we'd always be together... Pinekit thought drowsily, shaking slightly with shock.
He lied.
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Pinekit was born in greenleaf. Her mother, Leaftail, died during kitting, leaving behind Pinekit and a stillborn son. Pinekit's father, Cedarheart, was overcome with despair, though despite his sorrow, he spent every waking moment with his only kit. Cedarheart spent every moment of free time with Pinekit, so very grateful that Dappleshade and the other queens were able to help him raise her, even if only for a couple moons. Though in that couple moons, father and daughter had bonded so strongly that only death could part them, which it did. Cedarheart was killed by a pair of foxes nearing the beginning of leafbare, leaving Pinekit kin-less at three moons old. With the help of the clan, Pinekit was able to surpass the emotional distress of losing all of her kin, recovering fully only a couple moons later.
Clawstorm's warrior ceremony sparked a tinge of envy in Pinekit, though overpowering her jealousy was the reality of life, of which dawned on many when Ravenstar and Blackwolf rescued Oakkit out of a muddy sinkhole. About a moon after what could have been a horrible event, Boneshadow was killed by a lynx. Sadness struck Nightclan like a blizzard in newleaf as they coped with the untimely loss of their beloved deputy. Pinekit was quite sad, though she didn't know Boneshadow long enough to be distraught. Pinekit's jealousy intensified as Ravenstar held a battle training session for all Nightclan apprentices. Soon after Boneshadow's death, Ravenstar appointed Roughthroat as the new deputy, also pursuing the apprentice ceremonies of four excited kits; Thornkit, Oakkit, Ashkit, and Pinekit. Within a moon of Pinepaw's apprentice ceremony, much happened. Moss, a loner cat, arrived in Nightclan territory injured. Frogpaw, Grimpaw, and Darkpaw became warriors. Though with following the mystery cat and excitement of new warriors, Nightclan was due for some bad news. At the end of leafbare, Nightclan territory was flooded! Nightclan did recover, and was given a well deserved break that newleaf. There were only a few border skirmishes with Treeclan where Pinepaw was able to witness interclan disputes first hand.
Pinepaw was given her warrior name, Pinewhisker, at 12 moons of age. She was the only warrior made in Nightclan that greenleaf, and it ended up being a lonely vigil, though she had finally achieved a long desired status. It all happened in good time. Nightclan was caught red-handed stealing prey from Treeclan, and tensions were at an all time high. She did express some resentment towards the known thieves, though civil disputes were the last thing Nightclan needed, and her grudges faded. Her first few moons as a warrior were mostly spent patrolling back to back, protecting those she knew to be dishonest, which did weigh her spirits down more than usual. On the bright side, five new kits were apprenticed and out of the nursery! At the end of Pinewhisker's first greenleaf as a warrior, Nightclan's beloved Smokefur left on a mission guided by Starclan. Thank goodness she left Featherpaw in her place, for as little experience as she may have had, an empty medicine den would have been an horrible thought for every cat in the clan. Pinewhisker supported Featherpaw as best as she could and hoped that the apprentice wasn't too bogged down by responsibility.
The next six moons were quite eventful. A cat named Silverfox left Nightclan for good, and in all honesty, Pinewhisker didn't mind. Much to the horror of Pinewhisker and all of Nightclan, soon after the silver she-cat's departure, greencough swept through the clan. The lives of Lilywish, Mudspots, Firejay, and the apprentice Driftpaw, were lost. Pinewhisker was only slightly infected, though was lucky enough to beat the sickness, along with Hazepaw. Though, being strong enough to survive greencough wasn't enough for the apprentice. Soon after the infection in Nightclan, Hazepaw was chased into the mountains by a stray dog. After the death of four clan members and the absence of two, Roughthroat was killed by a fox. Pinewhisker was strongly affected by his death, though made sure to support her clanmates fully in grieving. And as if tragedy wasn't enough for Nightclan the past six moons, Palepaw damaged his leg after falling out of a tree. On the bright side, Pinewhisker was given an apprentice by the name of Fernpaw. The two were inseparable.
Slatenose was selected as Nightclan's next deputy, much to the approval of many of Pinewhisker's clanmates, and herself too. Slatenose was a reliable and determined cat, and had earned the respect of many of her clanmates. Unfortunately, shortly after her deputy ceremony, Oakpaw, one of Pinewhisker's close peers, triggered a violent battle with Rainclan in which Sandstar of Rainclan and Halfmask of Nightclan were killed. Pinewhisker was only scratched a nicked in her first real battle, though many of her clanmates were more heavily wounded. After the fight, it was announced that there were to be Apprentice Games hosted by the clans, which was uplifting. Nightpaw and Juncopaw were nominated, and Pinewhisker was excited for the turnout of the event! A pleasant distraction occurred when Hollykit, Bonekit, and Coyotekit were born. A couple more mild confrontations with both Treeclan and Rainclan occurred, though Nightclan was more focused and excited about the long awaited return of Smokefur (who brought with her a mysterious kit), and the surprise appearance of Hazepaw. Coincidentally, almost as soon as Smokefur returned, Featherpaw went off on her own Starclan mission. Pinewhisker thought that to be quite...queer. Though, in her own opinion, Hazepaw's unprecedented return and the arrival of this unknown kit deserved more suspicion than Featherpaw's expedition. Fernpaw's training was well under way.
The beginning of greenleaf was quite mild, giving Nightclan time to settle their minds and prepare for leaffall. Pinewhisker took advantage in the break of calamity and spent much of her time brushing up on her warrior skills and making sure to contribute heavily to her clan. Unfortunately, the peace was short-lived. Ravenstar was killed by Sandviper, and Nightclan was again thrust into a frenzy of grief. Slatenose became leader, stepping down from duties to have Nettlefur's kits, and leaving Dimstar in her wake with Sleekshade as the new Nightclan deputy. Pinewhisker, along with many other cats in the clan, were confused at first with all the changes in leadership, though were able to settle back into their duties before too long. Pinewhisker was pleased to hear how a Nightclan patrol, even after all the stresses of Ravenstar's death, managed to rescue Littlestep of Treeclan from a fox. Pinewhisker began spending more time patrolling after this, hoping to sink her claws into a fox's pelt. She still had sore feelings towards them, knowing how her father was killed. Despite the heirarchial incertitude after Ravenstar's death and during Dimstar's rise as leader, three moons later, Nightclan was blessed with five new kits, and new warriors by the names of Hollystorm and Fernclaw. Pinewhisker was ecstatic for the whole clan, and especially her past apprentice. Things were looking up.
Just when Nightclan's social tensions are lightening, greenleaf brings with it a horrible drought, and Dimstar declared a raid on Rainclan's territory in order to supply his clan with water. Pinewhisker was one of the warriors that approved of his plan. As if drought wasn't enough of a problem for the clan, a fox attack left Palebreeze dead and Coyotepaw seriously injured. Bonepaw survived and was strong enough for his warrior ceremony in the same moon. Pinewhisker heartily welcomed Cobrakit, Thornkit, and Darkkit into Nightclan, congratulating Echobreeze. The birth of the three kits softened the harsh sadness of Palebreeze's death and Coyotepaw's serious injury, though Pinewhisker knew the foxes needed to be dealt with. They were the cause of several deaths, including her father's, and Pinewhisker decided she was to pull together a patrol to rid Nightclan territory of them once and for all. Her and a couple younger, radical, and rebellious warriors put the plan in place to lure the foxes out and drive them off, collapsing their dens. Only three foxes were found, and all fled, though in the final attempt, a young warrior by the name of Fernclaw was killed. The guilt of the she-cat's death drove Pinewhisker into depression, and to this day, a part of her regrets of ever sacrificing Fernclaw's life, and the lives of those other warriors who so willingly followed her into the fray. Even though her plan had prevented further fox attacks on unsuspecting or lone cats, Pinewhisker is still very sensitive over Fernclaw's death to this day, which is why she was able to continue her warrior duties with minimal punishments. Pinewhisker still devises radical solutions, though she is much more cautious and careful during implementation than she has been in the past.
After the reduction of foxes in the territory took place, thanks to Pinewhisker and her band of supporters, Sleekshade stepped down and Redcloud became deputy, bringing a new era of Nightclan leadership.
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RP EXAMPLE:
"Remember, stay in the trees until I say."
Pinewhisker whispered to the three warriors at her back, directing them to their posts with the twitch of her tail. Fernclaw, Waspnose, and Beepelt split up silently, racing up the trees around the perimeter of the target, their dark pelts disappearing into the undergrowth. Pinewhisker waited a few minutes, sure that they have secured their places in the branches before stepping into the open, facing a dark, ominous gap that stank of foxes. Here goes. She thought. The ginger she-cat began yowling, and limping away from the den as if injured, hoping to entice whatever foxes may be in there.
Many minutes had passed. What's taking so long? Pinewhisker thought to herself, growing more nervous by the second. She wasn't used to being in such a precarious situation, though she wouldn't allow it any other way. Her clanmates were too valuable to her to be used as foxbait, and she had no intention of going down without a fight if it came down to it. Besides, this was the last den that they had located on Nightclan territory, so all four of them had plenty of experience with predator behavior at this point. The plan had been perfectly executed twice before now, so error is highly unlikely. Right? She thought, still cowering in front of the open cave.
A few dreadful minutes passed before her caterwauling drew out a red pointed snout from the shadows. Rancid breath bathed everything within a tail-length from the fox's face, and his teeth were caked in yellow plaque. Great Starclan, this fox is big! She hesitated. Perhaps she did feel a real twinge of fear, but there was no time to truly acknowledge the danger of the situation. The plan was working, and the crimson cat only had one last thing to do: lead the fox into the ambush. In a flash, Pinewhisker darted away, the fox on her heels. She felt his breath on her hind legs, bating her onwards towards the little grove of cedars not far away. Just a little bit farther. She told herself, limbs burning from a long day of sprinting and collapsing dens. The fox was outpacing her, and what was a trap turned into a race for her life. Pinewhisker could almost feel the fox's jaws latched around her flanks. Just before she reached the cedars, her paw snagged on a root. The she-cat went head over heels, though before the fox could sink his jaws into her body, Fernclaw dropped out of the tree and leaped at the beast. The brown she-cat was clawing savagely at his eyes, buying Pinewhisker time to jump to her paws. Waspnose and Beepelt, the two black-furred toms, were close behind Fernclaw's dark brown form.
It had all happened so fast. Pinewhisker leaped to her paws as quick as she could and launched herself at the fox's face, though her advance was not quick enough. The creature had taken Fernclaw by the throat and was shaking her viciously, spraying blood on the earth below.
"No! Fernclaw!"
Pinewhisker's wails were futile, though her claws met eyes, and she didn't stop scratching until Fernclaw's body was resting on the ground and the fox was driven away. Beepelt and Waspnose has vanished after the red furred monster, leaving Pinewhisker along with Fernclaw's limp form.
"I'm so sorry, Fernclaw. I'm so sorry." She whispered. "You saved my life.. I wish I could have done the same for you."
Pinewhisker wept softly, burying her face in Fernclaw's fur. She couldn't help but wishing for her friend's comforting amber gaze, or the soft, sweet murmurs of "it'll be alright", though the she-cat's eyes were cold and lifeless. Pinewhisker laid whimpering, while silence greeted her quiet pleas.
I'm so sorry.
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