whitefoot xx tc

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.Basic Information.
name;

whitefoot

gender;

she-cat

age;

thirteen moons

clan;

thunderclan

rank;

warrior

.Details.
personality;

Whitefoot is a rather happy cat most of the time, but she is usually alone and hasn't got any friends. She is kind and caring to all cats, even to rouges. Anyone who met her would think she was a Medicine Cat, but that would be wrong to say because she wanted to feel the sun on her fur when hunting, and the feeling of rushing into battle with ArticClan warriors by her side. Sometimes she can be rather sarcastic to her friends. She is rather calm in most battles, in any united battles, she always have a feeling she might attack someone. When greeting Elders of Senior Warriors, Whitefoot always says, 'Good Morning/Evening/Afternoon Great Warrior/Elder of ArticClan'. Some say she is just saying that for fun, but the truth is, she wants to be friends with them, fight to the end for them.

description;

Whitefoot is rather small for her age, her frame is rather sturdy for her small size. Whitefoot's eyes are a simple dark green, the one on the left is slightly lighter than the other eye. Whitefoot's throat is white and begins large at first, then it gets smaller until her chest, which is white. Whitefoot's fur is a pale ginger, her head fur a darker ginger. The tail is ginger with gingery white circles. Her nose is a delicate pink, like a pink rose. Her whiskers are averege size, pehaps a little longer. Whitefoot is a long-haired cat, fur always longer in Leaf-bare.

picture;

none

history;

[Kit-hood]

Whitefoot was born to Two-legs, and she spent most of her time in the cold garden. She usually sneaked out at night to look around the territories before her. One in particular had caught her green eyes. The land of ThunderClan. She spent two moons more, dreaming about living there. When she had to be taken to the Cutter, she ran off and into a sturdy white cat. She shied away in horror, what was going to happen? The huge white cat simply grabbed her by the scruff and took her deep into the territory she wanted to live in...
At the beautiful camp of ArticClan, she was dropped before a smaller cat than the white one. The cat quickly said, 'she may join.' Whatever did the cat mean?
She was quickly shoved to a tree stump of some sort...
A ceremony was held for her, and she was a member of ThunderClan. And an apprentice at that!

[Apprentice-hood]

She had a tough life as an apprentice. Everyone laughed at her and tormented her. The words, 'Once a Kittypet always a Kittypet', outraged her. She raced at the sayer, bowling him over. But she hurt her paw on the attack. One of the Senior Warriors' stopped the fight and told Whitepaw that she HAD to stay in camp for a couple of days...
For three days, she limped around, her paw stung like a wasp sting. She was taunted, but not all the time. Most apprentices stayed away from her, making Whitepaw lonely...
On a solo hunting mission; three moons later, she caught enough prey to fill half of a monster! The cats looked at her in surprise and praised her, but still no one wanted to be her friend.
Then the leader called her into the den...

[Beginning of Warrior-hood]

She was happier. A Warrior of ThunderClan! She still felt lonely, and she slept away from the Warriors' in a isolated corner. She felt lonelier than anyone! Still, she had fun times by herself. But it wasn't enough... She rarely went to Gatherings, passing her permission to someone else. No one knows why, she had only been to Gathering's three times when she was an apprentice, and once when a warrior...
She was out hunting when she bumped into someone. Someone who could be her friend, she was too shy to ask if they could be friends...

in character;

Once a kittypet always a kittypet.

The thought echoed across the mind of a ginger she-cat. She sat quietly in the corner of the Main Clearing. Sunlight burst into the shade and onto her shoulders. She shivered, not from the cold. But from the warmth. Green eyes looked at the fresh-kill pile. Slowly, the ginger she-cat stood up and trudged through the snow, leaving paw prints indented. She reached out her mouth to grasp a small mouse. She felt the warm blood spread through her mouth. Quickly and quietly, she hurried to the corner.

As she reached the shadey and cold corner. She found someone sitting where she was. Dropping the mouse, she growled at the cat.

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Skills:

hunting, and tracking.

Scars:

one from a now dead cat on the front right leg.

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accepted.

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