Post by M'Lady on Oct 26, 2017 23:31:52 GMT
Name: Whitekit - Whitepaw - Whitecliff
Age: 13 moons/deceased
Gender: Tom
Rank: n/a
Clan: Starclan
Apprentice: n/a
Relatives:
Elmshade - Father
Blossompool - Mother
Ashlark - Sister
Personality: For one so young, you wouldn't expect this apprentice to be so attached to the warrior code. He is a stickler for rules, and even when he dislikes a task, he will complete it without question if told to do so by his superior. He's incredibly obedient to the senior warriors and higher ranks, and incredibly respectful as well. Outside of normal apprentice tasks, he doesn't interact much with others if not necessary. He doesn't really enjoy fooling around, and frankly finds socializing with other cats too much at some points. He's rather quiet, and would much rather observe instead of join in. The only exception to this is his sister, Ashpaw. They're close littermates, and he can never find it in his heart to refuse her. This involves getting dragged into her many shenanigans, sometimes messing around as if they were kits, going along on her adventures so she doesn't get hurt. If she's ever in danger or may get in trouble with older warriors, he does his best to stay out of it, if not stop her altogether. Since his sister died in the fire that scorched the clans, he’s been much more closed off and depressed. He rarely says a word to anyone at all, exceptions being his friend Brightpaw and occasionally the clan medicine cat Silverfang.
Now as a warrior, Whitecliff does his best to serve his clan, but afflicted by a mysterious illness and with Ashlark's death still dragging him down, he struggles day to day.
Unfortunately, his strength and health were not enough to save him from the illness that plagued the clans. He died a quiet death, without a word, in the night in the medicine den. When he opened his eyes again, he found his sister there to guide him to Starclan, and since he joined her there, he seemed to regain his old spirit. Things now feel like old times, where Ashlark explores and experiences while dragging Whitecliff along behind her, though he can still forever hold it over her that he's now the older sibling.
Strengths:
Brute Strength - He's rather brawny and slightly larger for his age, with wide paws and broad shoulders, able to overcome smaller opponents easily
Climbing - With sheer willpower and his limb strength, he can get up trees quickly and easily
Swimming - Same as climbing, the strength he has and his wide paws make him an excellent swimmer
Weaknesses:
Hunting - He's large and has a bright white pelt, which does not add up to great hunting skills
Speed - Since he's rather brawny, he can't move around as quickly as he would like, he makes up with this in pure strength
SOCIAL SKILLS - POOR GUY HAS NO IDEA HOW TO TALK TO OTHER KITTIES OH WELL
(from CA, should have swimming badge)
Age: 13 moons/deceased
Gender: Tom
Rank: n/a
Clan: Starclan
Apprentice: n/a
Relatives:
Elmshade - Father
Blossompool - Mother
Ashlark - Sister
Personality: For one so young, you wouldn't expect this apprentice to be so attached to the warrior code. He is a stickler for rules, and even when he dislikes a task, he will complete it without question if told to do so by his superior. He's incredibly obedient to the senior warriors and higher ranks, and incredibly respectful as well. Outside of normal apprentice tasks, he doesn't interact much with others if not necessary. He doesn't really enjoy fooling around, and frankly finds socializing with other cats too much at some points. He's rather quiet, and would much rather observe instead of join in. The only exception to this is his sister, Ashpaw. They're close littermates, and he can never find it in his heart to refuse her. This involves getting dragged into her many shenanigans, sometimes messing around as if they were kits, going along on her adventures so she doesn't get hurt. If she's ever in danger or may get in trouble with older warriors, he does his best to stay out of it, if not stop her altogether. Since his sister died in the fire that scorched the clans, he’s been much more closed off and depressed. He rarely says a word to anyone at all, exceptions being his friend Brightpaw and occasionally the clan medicine cat Silverfang.
Now as a warrior, Whitecliff does his best to serve his clan, but afflicted by a mysterious illness and with Ashlark's death still dragging him down, he struggles day to day.
Unfortunately, his strength and health were not enough to save him from the illness that plagued the clans. He died a quiet death, without a word, in the night in the medicine den. When he opened his eyes again, he found his sister there to guide him to Starclan, and since he joined her there, he seemed to regain his old spirit. Things now feel like old times, where Ashlark explores and experiences while dragging Whitecliff along behind her, though he can still forever hold it over her that he's now the older sibling.
Strengths:
Brute Strength - He's rather brawny and slightly larger for his age, with wide paws and broad shoulders, able to overcome smaller opponents easily
Climbing - With sheer willpower and his limb strength, he can get up trees quickly and easily
Swimming - Same as climbing, the strength he has and his wide paws make him an excellent swimmer
Weaknesses:
Hunting - He's large and has a bright white pelt, which does not add up to great hunting skills
Speed - Since he's rather brawny, he can't move around as quickly as he would like, he makes up with this in pure strength
SOCIAL SKILLS - POOR GUY HAS NO IDEA HOW TO TALK TO OTHER KITTIES OH WELL
(from CA, should have swimming badge)
