Whitepaw

[Nala]

Name: Whitekit, Whitepaw, Whitefoot
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Apprentice
Personality:

Whitepaw is a very adventurous kit. He hates being stuck in the nursery and often leaves it, and sometimes even leaving the camp. He doesn't understand the warrior code and how it works yet, but he asks his father, Sparrowpelt, about it every day, and hopes to know it by heart by the time he's apprenticed.

Description:

Whitepaw was always adventurous, leaving the camp to follow his father and his friends on patrols. Even though he gets punished, he always wanders out again. He can be stubborn, but if his mother or father ask him to do something, he will obey them.

Clan Page Description:

Whitepaw is a black tom with white paws and a white muzzle, giving him his future name, Whitefoot. He has brown eyes that help make him a truly handsome kit. His white whiskers are always smooth and long. He hates to get his fur dirty, and cleans it often.

History:

Whitepaw's mother, Squirreltail, is a beautiful, sensitive cat. She has brown eyes just like Whitepaw's, and a dark orange pelt, along with a big, bushy tail, giving her her name. Whitepaw's father, Mudfoot, is a light brown tom with dark brown paws and green eyes. Whitepaw's mother left the Clan when Whitepaw was just a kit. He never knew why, but he always thought it was his fault. Whitepaw has three other littermates, two sisters and a brother. His littermate's names were Redkit, Sootkit, and Ashkit. Whitepaw's entire family was destroyed in front of him. His father killed himself into the river after his mother left, and, with no one to protect them, his littermates were killed by a fox.

Rp Sample:

Whitekit poked his head out of the nursery. Good, he thought, the patrol hasn't gone out yet. He crept silently into the moonlight, shining into the middle of the camp. He slipped into the forest and went to go find a mouse or vole.
He heard a rustle to his right and he could smell a mouse. He dropped into a crouch much like the one the apprentices had shown him. He pounced on the mouse and killed it with a bite to the neck. Whitekit straightened up, beaming with pride, when he smelled a strong odor nearby. What is that?, he wondered. He heard a low growl behind him and he whipped his head around to see a big, dark shape in front of him. It stepped into the moonlight, and Whitekit saw a long, scarred snout and a reddish pelt. He realized that this must be a fox, a dangerous creature that killed many cats.
Whitekit shivered and tried to run. The fox leaped in front of him and swatted him away with a big, bushy tail. StarClan help me!, Whitekit prayed. The fox towered above him. All Whitekit could do was pray...

[Flamewhisper]

Accepted