Whitefoot {&&}

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Name | Whitefoot

Gender | She-cat

Age | 39 moons

Rank | Warrior

Clan | Meadow

Beliefs| Whitefoot isn't a diehard StarClan believer like most FogClan cats are, but she isn't a non-believer like PineClan cats. She considers herself a happy medium between each extreme. StarClan exists and helps warn leaders and medicine cats of coming danger, but they aren't something to be worshiped and followed religiously and without question. She doesn't think that warriors and under need to be worried about speaking with StarClan and would rather leave the communication to the leader and medicine cat.

Parents | Whitewhisker (Father, NP) x Dovefur (Mother, deceased, NP)

Siblings | Snowheart (sister, NP), Cloudstream (sister, NP), Iceflower (sister, NP)

Other Kin | None

Mate | Oakheart (Deceased)

Crush | Not yet

Kits | Died before birth

Apprentice/Mentor | Not yet

Appearance | Whitefoot is completely white with a short, well-kept pelt. It's rather soft to the touch and sleek, shining brightly in the sunlight. She seems to have all color sucked from her body, even her nose is an extremely pale, pink-white. The only part of her that has color are her eyes, which are constantly bright and wide. They are a pale yellow color that fade to green around the center.

Whitefoot is on the smaller side, not necessarily "petite" so much as "dainty". She isn't "rough and tumble", but also doesn't break easily. Her frame is light, skinny, and rather flexible, making it easy for her to squeeze through tight spaces. She has small paws and rather long legs, that give her a lengthy stride, coupled with her hooked claws and coarse pad, give her extra traction when she's running. Her small paws also help her walk thin lines, coupled with a flexible tail, Whitefoot has excellent balance.

Personality | Since she had been able to walk, Whitefoot was extremely curious. She was always sticking her head into things and stirring up trouble for those meant to watch over her and it was hard to keep her still. She was probably the worst as an apprentice when she was allowed almost free-range of the territory, however, once she became close to being a warrior, she calmed down a bit and was able to learn a lot in a short amount of time, since she was finally able to pay attention. She still has tendencies to become distracted by the unknown, but approaches things with more caution than she did as an apprentice.

Whitefoot doesn't really have a sense of personal space and is also rather touchy-feely with other cats, whether they want it or not. She doesn't do it to be flirty with toms, especially seeing as she does it with she-cats also, rather to just gain friends. She is pretty happy most of the time, but is easy to take offense, which is where these boundary issues cause the phrase "in your face" to become literal. She will get as close to you as possible and begin shouting straight at your face. She never goes violent, though, and it's best to just let her fume until she has no steam left.

She would never admit it, but these sudden outbreaks of rage actually stem from the intense feel of loss after her mate was killed and she lost her kits before they were born. Whitefoot swallows her true feelings and puts on a mask to make herself look like everything is okay, though it isn't uncommon for something to set her off and her true pain shows through. She's a talented actress and unless you were really close to her, it would be hard to tell when she was truly happy or faking it.

Skills | Because of her small frame, Whitefoot can easily be overpowered in battle, but she has a fierceness that can at least hold off her opponent until she manages to escape. Because of her coarse pads and long claws, she has excellent traction while running. Her flexible frame also helps her twist and turn while chasing prey. She is an excellent hunter, especially when it comes to chasing down prey. Whitefoot, as a result of her smaller stature, doesn't cover very much ground when she's running, but her flexible skeleton allows her to stretch out and get as much distance in her stride as possible. Humans would say she resembles a greyhound or cheetah in the way that she runs.

History | Kithood
Whitefoot was born to Whitewhisker and Dovefur of ForestClan along with her three sisters. Their mother had always been rather frail and died a few weeks after their birth from a disease that caught her when she was at her weakest. The siblings were nursed by other willing queens in the nursery and their father, though saddened by the loss of his beloved mate, spent a lot of time with his daughters, doting on them and loving them as much as he loved their mother. Though it can be common for parents to show even the slightest favor to a child, Whitewhisker was sure to give each of his daughters the same amounts of care and attention. The three sisters grew up as any normal kit, close and loving to each other and their father, knowing of his pain at the loss of the mother they never knew.

Even though the four kits never knew their mother, having their father and each other was enough to keep them happy. Another factor that helped them cope was a litter of tomkits that were born around the same time as them: Oak-kit, Bramblekit, and Nettlekit. The seven kits were all automatically inseparable and constantly played together. While the kits grew up, Whitewhisker and the tomkits' parents always talked with each other about which of their kits would pair off with who. Whenever the kits would hear this discussion, they would always dismiss it, saying that they would only stay friends and it would be strange if they were to ever pair off.

Apprenticeship

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The kits all received their apprentice names on the same night which gave them the opportunity to stick together. Every day they helped each other with chores and even practiced their training on each other, so none of them would be left behind. After a few moons into their training, it became apparent that feelings were forming between the sisters and brothers. Cloudpaw and Bramblepaw were the first ones to admit it and eventually spent less time with the five other apprentices. At first the siblings were hurt by this, but as their trainings intensified to prepare them for their futures, they had less time to feel hurt and spent more time throwing themselves into training.

Swanpaw soon turned out to be the fastest of all of the apprentices, shining through with her speed, though she fell horribly behind in her fighting skills. She was always easily overpowered, even by her younger sister, Icepaw. Swanpaw slowly lost confidence in herself as she continuously lost sparring matches with the other apprentices. Her mentor eventually took her aside and began giving her extra lessons at hunting and tracking.

During their apprenticeships, tensions had been growing between ForestClan and a neighboring Clan called MoutainClan. A couple of warriors returned to camp one day, scratched up pretty badly, saying that they had been ambushed by a MountainClan patrol that had crossed their borders and were stealing prey from ForestClan. In the last few weeks of their being apprenticed, the tension came to a head in the form of a fast, heated battle between the Clans, in which all seven apprentices were involved. They all stayed together in order to help each other with their opponents, though Swanpaw was quickly overpowered by a MountainClan warrior. She cried for help and the first one to help her was Oakpaw, who drove off the opposing warrior.

Oakpaw helped Swanpaw to her feet and she thanked him for his help. It was in those moments that she saw something in his eyes that she didn't quite understand at the time. Something about it made her slightly self-conscious and before he could say anything to her, she ran to help her sisters.

Warriorhood
Soon after the battle had ended, the problems that the two Clans had been having were resolved and there was peace once more in the forest. It was shortly after the peace was restored that the apprentices earned their warrior names: Snowheart, Cloudstream, Whitefoot, Iceflower, Oakheart, Bramblefur, and Nettlefang.

As soon as they could, Cloudstream and Bramblefur became mates and were expecting their first litter. Soon after Iceflower and Nettlefang also paired off. Snowheart had no interest in a mate or having a family, instead devoting her time to her warrior duties and looking out for the Clan, which left Whitefoot and Oakheart the only ones of the original seven that were still friends. And only friends. At first, Whitefoot had no feelings except those of friendship towards Oakheart, but she could tell by the way that he would look at her that he had many more intense feelings for her and she would avoid conversations that may have lead to his confession. Though as time passed, she also began to feel something more than kinship towards the tom. After a few days, he cornered her and confessed his feelings for her, which she admitted she felt the same about him. The two announced their plans to their families that day, which received many congratulations and well-wishings.

One evening, Oakheart invited Whitefoot on a patrol. Just the two of them. While they were walking the border between ForestClan and MountainClan, they were ambushed by a small group of rogues that had been living under both Clans' radars for seemingly quite some time. Initially they were only going to kill Oakheart and steal Whitefoot in order to breed with her and strengthen their group to create stronger numbers and eventually start a Clan of their own. They were infuriated, however, when she fought back. They decided to kill both warriors for the rejection. A large tom quickly overpowered Whitefoot, pressing a paw to her throat. Oakheart was able to fight back for a few moments until he was also taken down. He begged for the rogues to let Whitefoot go and he would let them do what they wanted with him and he wouldn't fight back, so long as Snowfoot was allowed to return back to camp, safely.

The rogues agreed and quickly slew Oakheart right in front of Whitefoot. She struggled beneath the large tom's paws and after a few moments, he let her up. She stood in disbelief, looking at Oakheart's blank gaze until the rogues began to close in. She quickly ran back to camp, her mind unable to erase the image of her beloved, dead.

She spent the next few days in the warriors den, unable to force herself out and to do her duties like nothing was wrong. Thoughts of killing herself were often playing across her mind. After the fifth day, she went to the medicine cat, complaining that she wasn't feeling well. As the medicine cat looked her over, she found out that she was pregnant with Oakheart's kits. Though her heart still ached with the loss of Oakheart, the prospect of kits allowed her hope to be restored and give her new reasons to live. Her lost mate would live on in these kits and she would care for them with all of the love she was unable to share with him. Her happiness was cut short as half of the Clan was seceding with Cedarclaw. Her decision to leave took only a few moments, as she realized she would never be able to move on from her loss if she was in the place where she and Oakheart grew up and every place she looked she was reminded of him.

The journey was long and hard, even for those cats not providing for new lives not even born. Food was not always plentiful and she barely got enough to calm her hunger. Two weeks into the journey, after yet another day of almost no food, Whitefoot awoke with a heavy pain in her stomach and blood all around her. An older, experienced she-cat quickly diagnosed the pain and blood with the loss of her kits. Just when Whitefoot was beginning to become hopeful in her new life with her kits, they were taken from her. The she-cat helped her heal and they moved on.

The rest of the journey was a blur for her and many times she felt she could no longer move, her emotional injuries too much to bear. Her Clanmates stood by her, though, not letting her give up so easily. They kept her going and tried to keep her spirits up, though she was emotionally shredded. When they reached the new territory, Whitefoot tried to slink away from her Clanmates and retreat into herself in order to mend her broken heart on her own, though the cats wouldn't let her. They stuck by her, trying to keep her happy, and eventually she began putting on a mask of happiness to make them feel better. After enough time, she couldn't wake up without putting on the mask and now doesn't know what to do without it. [/size][/center]