{ whitestream }

[|| allie]

name | whitestream
gender | she-cat
age | nineteen moons
rank | warrior
clan | pineclan

beliefs | whitestream and her beliefs... where do you even start? first things first, despite being in pineclan, whitestream does have faith in starclan.

parents | uzuri [mother, np] x --- [father, np]
siblings | none
other kin | optional
mate | not yet
crush | not yet
kits | not yet
apprentice | not yet

appearance | whitestream is a pretty thing to look at. any cat that tells you otherwise must be blind or have bees for brains. as implied by her name, she has a soft, snow-white coat covering her slim body. there's not a speck of any other color to be seen. it's short, but thick, and for the most part stays smoothed back against whitestream, giving the impression that she's thinner than she already is. whitestream's eyes are what really attracts a cat's attention though.

skills | at least two sentences

personality | minimum of five sentence description

history |

the flock was on the move again.

binty hung to the back of the group. no cat would talk to her, even hang within a fox-length from her, for fear of being tainted or cursed or some load of foxdung like that. she only had her mother, the only cat unafraid to speak to her.

that all changed the day she met busu.

binty was in her usual place, watching the going-ons of the moving flock, when a cat approached her. he couldn’t have been but a few moons older than her, and his fur, it was gorgeous. even when it was as unkempt and shaggy as it was now, binty thought his fur was beautiful. his fur, the color of a crow’s wing... as dark as the night sky.

the night sky.

was this the cat she had seen the other night when…?

“hi, my name’s busu,” the cat chirped, dragging binty from her thoughts. "and your name's binty. but i already knew that."

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