A PURE (WHITE) star

[whitey]

•name•

WHITEstar

•age•

48 moons

•rank•

leader

•gender•

she-cat

•clan•

riverclan

•personality•

Her sweet side is something that cats like to see for many different reasons. Including that when she is in a good mood she is very pleasant to be around. You don't want to know her when she is in her bad mood.

When she is in one of her bad moods it's a good idea to stay away from her otherwise you may end up walking away with one less ear than you had the last time. Well not really, but almost. She can be quite harsh and ruthless. She can easily battle other cats without showing any mercy towards then what so ever, if they are an enemy cat, they must go down. That’s the rule she goes by. She can be rather short tempered when she’s not in a good mood and has been known to lash out at other cats, even those that she is close to. A lot of the time she can't help doing it, it’s just in her nature. She likes to be left alone when she isn't in the best of moods. She would rather sit alone and think things through, than have to repeat what’s wrong it her several times and having different cats tell her what to do. If you let people know about the problem then too many cats get involved and want to help, but they end up making things worse in the end. When it comes to her problems she would rather be independent rather than have all the cats in the clan trying to sort out her own personal problems.

Whitestar is usually only nice to those in her clan, even those she doesn’t like she usually shows them respect. Unless they don’t show her it in return, then she just can’t be bothered with them and ignores them. Apart from that she is quite ignorant and harsh towards the cats that aren’t in her clan. She acts very proud around them, mainly to show them she isn’t to be messed with. That goes for everyone. If you push her far enough she would without hesitation claw your ears off. Whitestar is easily swayed by a good looking Tom. Though not all of them appear nice, she has a quality that allows her to see the best in cats, and to never give up. She is a very loyal cat, well to the warrior code and her leader, also to her friends. She would never turn her back on a close friend in need. Unless they had done something against the warrior code, or the clan leader. Sometimes her pride gets the better of her, but that can’t be helped it’s in her blood, her father and his kin have always been a very proud line of cats. She is intelligent yet she does have her dumb moments. Mind you, who doesn't? It’s natural for all cats to have a few dumb moments at some point in their lives.

Once you get to know her she is quite an easy cat to get along with if you can see past her flaws. However, if you can see past the flaws in other cats you can see past her flaws, right? After all, every cat has flaws, every twoleg has flaws, every living thing on earth, has indeed got flaws. She has a soft spot for kits and nursing younger cats. That's why she convinced that patrol to keep Nightkit. Something she uses to her advantage is that she is very convincing and can easily talk round other cats. She isn't the type of cat to go in a mood if she doesn't get her own way, over little things. She is a very strong willed she-cat and she has a strong mind and isn't afraid to speak it. She also isn't afraid to answer to any cat who doubts her strong mind.

•description•

Whitestar has a thick pure white pelt. She is completely white with no black patches anywhere. It is unusual to see her with a dirty pelt as she likes to keep clean, she doesn't like the feel of being dirty as it makes her feel uncomfortable. It can be hard for her to look clean all of the time because her white pelt shows dirt very easily. Sometimes she envy's the cats who have darker pelts as they don't need to clean themselves as regularly, but then cats with dark pelts are more common than cats with white pelts. In the end, she would rather be the way she is than have a dark pelt. Her pelt is very soft to the touch, almost like actual snow, only it’s not cold and it doesn't melt though sometimes it seems like it. Some cats wonder why she wasn't called Snowkit when she was born. The answer is her mother wanted names that reflected on her kits personality’s which was pretty hard when they were just born and she hadn't gotten to know them properly yet.

Whitestar has hard staring, yet beautiful blue eyes, they are a darker blue towards the middle and as you move further away from her pupil the blue colour fades so that her eyes are an ice blue towards the outside. Her eyes are outlined with a rim of pale pink skin. When she is cold the skin around her eyes turns a shade of almost pale purple. This can make her look slightly strange sometimes but it only happens in Leafbare. Her eyes show a lot of her emotions and she can't stop them from showing her emotions. When she is happy, they glitter. When she is feeling naughty, they twinkle. When she is sad, they lose their shine and are miserable looking. When she is tired, her pupils are wider than normal and her eyes are half closed.

Whitestar is smaller that some, but larger than others. She isn't too big, and she isn't too small. She is just a nice size. Her paws are quite small and dainty but that doesn't stop her from being one of the fastest cats around. Even when she was apprentice she was faster than most of the warriors, that’s why they matched her up with the fastest cat in the clan as her mentor. She is a lean she-cat with quite a muscular build, that isn't too obvious. Her tail is long and thin, but her fur makes it look a lot fatter. Her ears are reasonably large and pointed, with a pink sort of tinge on the inside. All the better for hearing with. Her whiskers are long and thin, but there are plenty of them.

Whitestar's nose is a rounded, heart shape and is pale pink in color. It's good to see a nice healthy, wet nose. Her claws are long and sharp, perfect for attacking other clans and hunting prey. She likes to keep them sharp by scratching tree trunks and anything else she can get her claws on. Her fangs are short and sharp, yet perfectly white.

Whitestar has a dangerous sort of beauty about her, even though she doesn't realise it. She doesn't see herself as any more special than other she cats in Riverclan. As a kit she was extremely cute and now that she is a lot older she is radiant. Her pelt has always been very soft, ever since she was a kit, she expected it to lose its softness like all her siblings, but it didn't and she likes nothing more than to bury her face in it and take a cat nap

•pagedescription•

a beautiful white she-cat with odd blue eyes

•history•

Dovewing look outside has the snow hurled the Riverclan camp. Leafbare was extremely harsh this year and, without the borage leaves, Dovewing didn't think she'd be able to nurse her kits. They were due any time now and Dovewing was extremely happy. She couldn't wait to have her first litter of kits! With that thought a sudden pain erupted from her stomach and she yoweled loudly. The sound didn't manage to draw any attention because of the blizzard, so unless someone came and checked on her then Dovewing would be forced to give these kits alone. She yoweled loudly at the pain has the first kit came out and she quickly turned and licked it fast and hard, giving it life so it could get to her belly to nurse."Salmonkit" she stated, noticing it was a tom before going into more spasms, followed by another kit, this one being a she-cat. She did the same to that kit before she went into another fit of spasms, blood oozing out of her has she licked the last kit. "Rosekit, Whitekit" she stated, feeling her body slowly beginning to weaken has the kits nursed from her belly. She gave one last, long yowel before her eyes closed and her breathing stopped and she laid still. '


This was how Whitekit, Rosekit and Salmonkit was born into the world, seeing death. The three kits had just drinken their full and gone right to sleep next to their mother's dead body. It wasn't until around Moonhigh that their father, a ginger tom named Flamefire, discovered them. His heart was broken in two once he found that Dovewing was dead, but he refused to leave the kits. He was thankful their was another queen, she hadn't been moved to the nursery because of the blizzards, who was a close friend of Dovewing's and agreed to nurse the kits. The next day, oddly, was calm and bright and sunny. They had the burial ceremony for Dovewing that day, though the kits didn't go since they weren't even a day old. This is a story about one of those kits in particular, but do you know which one? Nope it's not the ginger tom who was the first born to Dovewing and Flamefire. It also isn't the white and ginger spotted she-cat born to them either. No this story is about the small, purewhite she-cat who was the last born to Dovewing and Flamefire. Her name is Whitekit and this is her story.

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Whitekit was born on a cold, leafbare day to Dovewing and Flamefire, though Dovewing died from loosing too much blood. Whitekit didn't remember much of her mother, except maybe from what she learned from her adoptive mother, Shiningheart and her Father, Flamefire. She was the last born in a group of three, the first one being Salmonkit and after that was Rosekit. Whitekit was always the quieter one of the three kits. While Rosekit and Salmonkit would rip eachothers pelt's off, she would just sit back and relax, enjoying just watching them and not actually being part of it. She made friends with a few of the younger kits, but she mostly just kept to herself. Their did come a time, though, that she and her siblings got much too big for the nursery

|Apprentice|

Whitekit was proud the day she finally took on the name Whitepaw. It would begin her time has a Riverclan apprentice so she could make her real mother and her father proud of her. Whitepaw was granted the mentor, Thistlethorn, who was a very handsome tom and pretty admired among the she-cats, so it didn't take long for Whitepaw to develop a crush on the handsome, older tom. After awhile, though, she realized it would never amount to anything more then a crush, so she just gave up on it. Whitepaw learned everything that she knows, to date, from Thistlethorn and, when it finally came time for her to become a warrrior, she was ready.

|Warriorship|

Whitepaw was so excited when she, along with her siblings, was able to become a warrior. She was given the name Whiteheart while her brother was Salmonwhisker and her sister was Rosethorn. The three set watch over the clan that night, not speaking a word to anyone or each other. The next day they were all happy and proud, eager to show off what they could do. Whiteheart really liked going out on patrols and hunting by herself. It was when she turned 25 moons that she realized a tom who might have been the love of her life. His named was Frostflame and he was about 4 moons older then Whiteheart. It wasn't one of those love and first site type of things, it took atleast 3 moons before the two had decided to become mates and they had known each other since whiteheart had become a warrior. The two mated and soon their were three mini frostflame's and whiteheart's running around the nursery. Whiteheart was very excited about having the kits- crowkit,ravenkit and rushkit. time seemed to fly by, though, and soon the two kits were apprentices.

Around their mid-apprenticeship, Frostflame was killed tragically when he was defending the apprentices in a battle. Whiteheart's heart was broken in two and she wouldn't sleep or talk for atleast two moons and she spent nearly all of her time hunting or going on patrols. She would visit the medicine cat almost everday to get some seeds to cure her tiredness, but the medicine cat didn't have anything to mend her broken heart. After she got over her mates death, Whiteheart returned to normal. It wasn't too long after that the deputy died, around when whiteheart was 40 moons old. By then she had had 3 apprentices-Bramblepaw,who died, so he didn't really count, Fishpaw and Riverpaw

|deputyship|

Whiteheart was very surprised when she was named the new deputy, not long after her 3 kits had gained their warrior names. by this time her father, flamefire, had died from old age, though whiteheart moved on quite faster then what she had with frostflame. Whiteheart was proud to be the deputy of Riverclan, though, and knew it would make her parents proud, along with her brother and sister. 2 moons into her deputyship one of her kits, Rushfeather, was killed by a wolf that was on the territory. Whiteheart managed to stop herself from going into depression, by thinking about the clan. About 5 moons later was when the leader, Cloudstar passed on. Whiteheart went to Highstones and recieved her 9 lives.

|Leadership|

Whiteheart turned into Whitestar and has so far only been the leader of Riverclan for 2 moons, nothing much happening. She appointed Iriswater as her deputy.