Post by DREAM. on Sept 13, 2011 20:21:35 GMT -5
WHITENOSE!
a medium sized black and white tom with pale green eyes.[/i]
the basics . the basics . the basics . the basics[/size]
for some reason I can't explain, I know saint peter won't call my name.[/center]
Name || Whitenose - When he was a kitten, his mother named him 'Whitekit' because of the white on his body. He got the suffix 'nose' because his nose is the only white thing on his face.
Gender || Tom.
Clan || ThunderClan.
Rank || Warrior.
Age || 22 moons.
the looks . the looks . the looks . the looks
[/size]never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the world.[/center]
I'm a pretty average looking cat, I suppose. I don't think there is a lot about me that makes me stand out from the crowd. I'm not a million times bigger or smaller than anyone else. I'm just normal. My pelt isn't all that brilliant, either. I'm mostly white, with white covering my chest, stomach, nose, chin, feet, and lets. The top of my head is black, along with my ears, and most of my back. The black on my back is actually just big spots, though. My entire tail is black. I guess that's really all there is to me. My eyes are a light shade of green, my nose is black, the insides of my ears are dark pink. My pads are black. Yeah, that's about it.
the mind . the mind . the mind . the mind
[/size]never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the world.[/center]
[/i] - I'm not sure why, but I have a hard time trusting other cats. I don't want to let them get close to me, which is why I don't have any friends. I think it might have something to do with the fact that my father abandoned me when I was kit. I know he tried to have something to do with me later on, but the damage was already done.
Mistrusting
Unforgiving[/i] - Well, I don't forgive cats when they hurt or betray me. I refuse to. I don't believe in second chances, at all. Once you cross me or hurt me, you're gone. Not that any cat ever will, since they won't get close enough to me to hurt me.
Cold[/i] - I don't warm up to other cats easily, if I do at all. I'm not the kind of cat who just sits around sharing tongues. In fact, I'm always working or doing something. Even if I'm not assigned to a patrol, I tend to stay out of camp. Its not that I don't like being a warrior, because I love it, but I just don't want to be around every cat all the time.
Harsh - I can be quite gruff and harsh most of the time. I'm really not the cat to come to if you have a problem. Even if I do feel sorry for you, I won't know what to do or how to help you.
Caring[/i] - Even though I don't act like it, I really do care for my clan mates. I would give my life for any of them. I really would. I don't let them in, but of course I feel a kinship toward them. Except maybe my father.
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the history . the history . the history . the history
[/size]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king.[/center]
Mother || Ashflight, ThunderClan, Warrior, Forty moons.
Father || Brownstripe, ThunderClan, Warrior, Forty nine moons.
Siblings || Ivyheart, She-Cat, ThunderClan, Warrior, 22 moons.
Lovers || N/A
Offspring || N/A
Anyone Else || N/A
Well, I was born in the beginning of spring alongside my sister, Ivyheart. Our parents weren't really 'in love', in fact, they weren't even official mates. They just made a mistake, and there we were. They were both young, and neither were really ready for kits, but my mother stepped up. She decided that instead of moping about, she would be the best mother she could be. And she was a wonderful mother. She took great care of my sister and I, with the help of other queens and she-cats. Our father never had anything to do with us, and even tried to deny us. But my mom didn't let that put a damper on her spirit. Yeah, it would have been nice to have him around more, but we weren't the only kits who'd ever been raised without a father.
When I finally turned six moons old, I was so excited I was shaking. I had gotten very restless in the camp with nothing to do. I became Whitepaw and my sister became Ivypaw. To my great disappointment, it turned out that my father was my mentor. In my short time on the world, I had grown bitter toward him. At first, I refused to do anything he told me. I rebelled against him and made it obvious that I had no respect for him, but after a few months of this I realized that the other apprentices were passing me up. I knew that I would just have to grit my teeth and learn from him. He tried very hard to get me to like him, but I was always cold and distant toward him. He built up a friendship with my sister, but I would never let him in. How could I? He'd denied the fact that I was his son for six moons, and then just expected me to love him? Well, he had another thing coming.
I thought my apprenticeship would never be over, but finally it was. My sister and I got our warrior names on the same day. She went first, since she was older by about an hour. She was given the suffix 'heart' because of her ability to forgive and her loving nature toward all of her clan mates. It was then that I realized just how different my sister and I were. I stepped up to receive my name, and I was nervous. I had been a terror of an apprentice. I was always rebelling, pushing everyone away, and just generally being a pain. But thankfully, I ended up with name of Whitenose. I got the suffix nose not only because my nose is the only part of my face that is white, but also because I'm excellent at tracking.
Since then, nothing really exciting has happened to me. I haven't made any friends, and I've pushed my mother and sister away. I don't want anyone to be close to me, I prefer to be by myself.
