Tallwhisker ;; Deputy of FogClan

[[.___Paije] !]

Name | Tallwhisker

Gender | She-Cat

Age | Twenty-nine moons

Rank | Deputy

Beliefs | She's quite the strong believer. All she goes by is the Warrior code. Believing in nothing more or nothing else. Ever since she was a wee little kitten her parents engraved into her mind that StarClan was the ruler of all. And that she was to respect and believe in them. From that alone it put her into a stage where she will always thank StarClan for the plentiful prey that they have given her. It was just a blissful thing for her.

The Name | Yes. Let's start off with the name today. The prefix of Tall-- just gives away that this cat is a long-legged one. The prefix of --whisker shows part of her personality. Her being sensitive. Also her being a great hunter.

Clan | FogClan

Parents |
[[mother;;]] Pebbletail(np)
[[father;;]] Blackpelt(np)

Siblings |
[[brothers;;]] Lionpaw(pc), Darkfoot(pc)
[[sisters;;]] Jayheart(pc)

Other Kin |
[[aunts;;]] Fogtail(deceased; mom's side), Dappleheart(pc; dad's side)
[[uncles;;]] Mottledfoot(pc; mom's side)
[[cousins;;]] Unknown.

Mate | Forbidden.

Crush | Forbidden

Kits | Forbidden/None

Apprentice | Not yet

Appearance | She's a pretty cat, indeed. With a thin face, with sharp features. Her muzzle long, and her nose almost pointed. With a slim, neck, supporting her wedge-shaped head. With small, triangular ears. The left ear of the female having two notches in the sides. Well, onto her eyes. They are almond shaped, with a soft yellow-green shade of color to them. With scrawny shoulders and long legs[as said in her name description]. With an average-sized tail that is rounded off at the end, like all other cats. Now, onto her pelt. She's a very-simply colored cat. Being only black and white. The most dominant color of her short-haired pelt being white. The only parts on her pelt that is covered in black is the head--splitting into a v--which covers mainly half of each eye before going on to the back of her head and parts of her back.

[i'm sort of basing her appearance on a cat my neighbor's cat. :D]

Personality | She's definitely a sensitive cat. Half-way being able to twist half of the things you may say into something that could somehow insult her. Which happens most often. Which causes herself to shy away from the crowd. Seeing as she is more anti-social than other cats. Instead of sitting around grooming and gossiping she is normally out doing...deputy things. Mainly either hunting or patrolling for trouble. Because loyalty to her birth Clan comes first before gossip. She really cannot confine to other cats for her issues. Seeing that she really doesn't know anyone in this Clan very well except the leader and some-what for the Medicine Cat. Mainly she can confide to cats on her level of authority. Normal warriors...not so much. Maybe senior warriors. But she just has an issue with connecting with cats. Seeing as that she has trust issues. Normally frightful that these cats would betray her secrets in some way, shape, or form. Besides that, she's quite the loving cat. Very motherly and kind toward younger felines. I guess since she was raised around her younger siblings, she loves the younger cats. It's really not too much of a problem. She loves kits, but really doesn't want to have kits of her own. She'd rather be serving for FogClan. Tallwhisker's quiet and soft-spoken also. Not really one for speaking out against others in the Clan. Something that makes her angry? Well, that's non-believers of StarClan. Well...I wouldn't quite say they anger her. But they make her slightly...mad that they don't believe in the "truth" of StarClan.

Skills | Tallwhisker is quite the hunter--normally always wanting to be out hunting by herself. She's great at leading quietly and assertively. If needed she will really bark out orders. She's quite the thinker too. Made for strategy. Which is one of the reasons why she was chosen as deputy.

History | [i'm doing the history in a different sort of way--so just bear with me]

[[birth&kithood;;]] Tallwhisker's birth with her sister was difficult on her mother. Jayheart being the first, and less difficult for Pebbletail. But Tallwhisker on the other hand coming last, and somehow not even wanting to come out of the womb. But after it was all over Pebbletail was exhausted.

Soft mewling and the smell of milk coming from the FogClan nursery. Purring of a gray-tabby mother cat grooming her two newly born kits. "You two are just lovely." she purred, continuing with her grooming. The old Medicine Cat watching both of them intently, wanting the best for all three of them. "I'll notify Blackpelt once he gets back from patrol..." the elderly Medicine Cat meowed lightly. "How are you feeling?" "Just fine." Pebbletail purred, her eyes all for the kits. "Any names for them...?" she asked. "I have a few in mind. But I'm going to wait for Blackpelt to get in here before naming our kits..." Pebbletail meowed lightly, allowing her two newborns to squirm up to her belly to suckle. "Understood." the Medicine Cat answered, before stepping out of the warm nursery, looking around for the father of the newborn kits.


"They're lovely, Pebbletail," Blackpelt purred, looking them over. "We should name the gray one Jaykit..." "And the black and white one Tallkit. See, just look at her little legs." Pebbletail purred, licking both newly-named kits on the head.

As a kit, Tallkit was always told that StarClan was always watching. And that she was to be good, if she were to reach StarClan when she's older.

"See, StarClan are the cats spirits that make up Silverpelt," Blackpelt meowed, pointing up to the starry sky with his pink nose. Tallkit's eyes stretched wide. "Cats are up in the stars?" she asked curiously, slowly climbing her way onto her father's head, her tiny kit-claws digging into his skin lightly. Blackpelt didn't mind. "Yes. They are always watching you from up there. They see everything you do. So you should always be good. And learn the warrior code." He purred. "The warrior code?" "Yes. You'll learn more about it when you're an apprentice." Tallkit's eyes grew wide once more, looking up to the sky. "StarClan? Can you hear me?" she asked the heavens in wonder.

[[apprenticeship;;]] Like all kits, Tallkit was made an apprentice at six moons. So the suffix of her name was changed from Tallkit to Tallpaw. Her mentor was a wise old tom, named Stonefoot. Teaching her well in the ways of hunting and fighting. The warrior code being engraved upon her mind, making her always respect the StarClan cats in any way possible.

"Come on, Tallpaw!" Stonefoot called out, dashing off at his full speed. It was a test of speed for Tallpaw. The small black and white she-cat let out a small growl before launching herself after her mentor, trying to gain on him. "Where are we going?" Tallpaw panted, only a few rabbit hops behind him. "I'm going to show you the MoonGlade. Now hurry up! We have to be back by sundown." Stonefoot called behind himself to Tallpaw, who was still running at her slower pace.

[[warriorhood;;]] Made a warrior at thirteen moons, receiving the name of Tallwhisker--the suffix showing her skill in hunting and her sensitivity. She was quite excited, like most cats are. She was made a Warrior on the same day as her sister, Jayheart. Who was named for her loyalty and bravery. It was a proud day for four cats. Tallwhisker, Pebbletail[who was yet again a queen], Blackpelt, and Jayheart.

"From this day forward Tallpaw, you will be known as Tallwhisker. For your skill in hunting and your personality. May StarClan watch over you for eternity." the elegant leader meowed, stepping down to let the two newly-named Warriors to lick her shoulder in a show of respect. After that, warriors, apprentices and kits alike came to congratulate the both of them, before the sister pair walking off to the entrance of camp for their night-long vigil.

The death of Fogtail was tragic for her mother, mainly. Since Tallwhisker didn't know her aunt all too well. So it did not hit her as hard as it did Pebbletail, Lionkit, and Darkkit. Fogtail was the one who helped the queen during birth. Fogtail would always visit the two kits...always wanting to be near them. Before passing away because of an illness.

[[deputyship;;]] At the age of twenty-six Tallwhisker was named deputy of FogClan. After the death of their old deputy, who died in the line of battle. The leader of the Clan believed Tallwhisker deserved this position. For her skills in strategy and hunting. She would make a fine second in command. Which over-joyed Tallwhisker. She would never of believed that she could become a deputy. Second in command! Wow.

"The new deputy of FogClan shall be Tallwhisker, for her skills in strategy and hunting, she will make a fine deputy." the leader called out, Tallwhisker's eyes growing wide. "M-me?" she whispered, tail quivering in excitement. Really, her? Deputy of FogClan. Oh StarClan...thank you, Tallwhisker thought proudly, bowing her head. "Th-thank you...I would of never of thought that I'd become deputy..." she meowed lightly.

Role Play Example |
Being the first to rise in the morning, Tallwhisker had sat hunched over next to the entrance, her fur puffed out in an attempt to warm herself. Sunlight filtering through the canopy in the entrance. The black and white cat keeping her eyes half closed, tail wrapped around her body. "No one's awake...eh?" Tallwhisker mumbled to herself. Collecting herself and raising to her paws. Stretching her tired muscles. She hadn't slept very much this night. Only about an hour or two. Before rising to watch over camp from the entrance. She should hunt at this time of day, shouldn't she? Yes...I'll go. she thought, before turning and stepping tentatively out of the camp, shaking her pelt as the morning dew fell upon her pelt. Brushing against the foliage of the entrance. Stepping around quietly. Trying to scent out her prey. No breeze to disturb her or the prey. No possible way of her location being given away. Mice... she thought, scenting out the rodent with ease. In instinct dropping to a hunter's crouch, creeping ever so lightly. With her paws sliding against the moist grass as she crept. And there it was. A small dusty colored mouse nibbling at a blade of grass. I'll get it...
Sliding closer...closer. Close enough for her to pounce. Yes. Pounce. Her hind-quarters wiggling with her tail. Leg muscles bunching up like a coiling snake. Ready to strike. Before launching herself forward and catching the mouse by the tail with one paw, and using the other to press the mouse into the ground. Crushing its spine under Tallwhisker's weight. "Gotcha." she purred lightly. Pleased with herself. She could nearly taste it. But no. She couldn't. Clan first. Then her needs. Picking up the dead corpse of the rodent, Tallwhisker marched silently back to camp, head held high and tail twitching back and forth.

[[.___Paije] !]

Finished. : D