Post by > яυηє < on Sept 16, 2012 21:58:29 GMT -5
Name:
White (Formerly Icewhisker.)
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
29 moons
Clan:
None. (Previously Windclan.)
Rank:
Rogue.
Appearance:
Like the mist rising above the ground early in the morning, White's pelt is nearly ghost-like in a sense that she blends well in the eerie scenery. She is quite lean and a bit small compared to the average feline, some may confuse her as a younger cat. She has two different appearances, each different depending on the time of the day. During mornings, her appearance looks more innocent, her pupils wide with curiosity and a longing for companionship. Her pelt is kept clean, whenever the morning rises to wake her from her fits of lunacy. During the nighttime, she looks very unkempt and disheveled; often covered in crimson smeared on her white fur. Under the dimness of the moonlight, her piercing golden gaze holds a sign of derangement and bloodlust; as she appears like a ghastly monster to a stranger at first sight.
Personality:
Just like her fluctuating appearance depending on the day's time, this she-cat's personality also shifts as well. During the day, White behaves sweetly; enjoying the days as it passes and goes about normally to survive in the wilderness. She often hunts for food, in order to satisfy strange hunger pains she harbors each morning. When the light of the moon rises to signify nighttime, White goes under tremendous mental changes; which are often violent and unnerving to those who witnesses them.
History:
Born from two Windclan cats, White was named Icekit because of her white fur. Growing up and learning the traditional Windclan ways, White learned to become an aspiring warrior just like every other young apprentice in the clan. Highly curious at her young age, she often wandered alone and had little adventures around the clan territory. Unfortunately, her curiosity took the best of her as she bit into a tempting mushroom; which damaged her nervous system and knocked her out. Patrolling warriors found her unconscious and brought her to the medicine cat, trying to cure the young apprentice from her ailment.
White was indeed awoken by the many attempts and herbs the medicine cat tried on her, but it certainly was too late to stop the worse things to come. As an apprentice, she continued to see signs of hallucinations; sometimes talking out loud at something other cats could not see. As White continued to age, her mental deterioration continued until it was stopped at her warrior ceremony. During her silent vigil in the night time, White's sanity went spiraling out of control; which drove her to kill the apprentice who was promoted with her. In the morning, the clan cats found White astonished at a lifeless body torn apart next to her; deeming White unworthy to be a clan cat.
