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WHITEWOLF of DUSKCLAN
60 MOONS • WARRIOR
TOM • HETERO
SHORT DESCRIPTION
" white tom with a distinct scar over the left of his two yellow eyes. "
PERSONALITY
- by default, Whitewolf tends to be a loner. He hunts alone, trains alone and largely prefers to remain undisturbed through most of his chosen activities.
- despite distancing himself, he would lay down life and limb for his Clan. Though, preferably he wouldn't have to given his fighting prowess.
- his talents being under the helpful guidance of a strict and celebrated mentor, Whitewolf's skill to overpower or simply outsmart an enemy is often unrivaled.
- to an extent, the heat of battle makes him feel at home, moreso than being surrounded by his DuskClan brothers and sisters.
- contrary to this rather militant demeanor, he would exhaust all possible options to avoid such conflict. Even though the life of survival of the fittest can be unforgiving, he believes claws and fangs aren't always the answer.
- whilst his detached outward tendencies might give him an aloof air, Whitewolf is quite able with his tongue and is known for being able to diffuse potentially hostile situations.
- perhaps in opposition, or accordance depending on one's outlook, to knowing what to say and when, he additionally mouths off as he deems fit. Even though not so easy to offend, Whitewolf will not refrain from lashing what he believes to be idiotic, needless or haughty with an often venomous sarcasm.
- in the same breath, he does possess a certain flair of humor on a good day. While not above a laugh, sometimes his rather cruel and sharp wit can offend or simply fly right over a cat's head.
- he may prefer that most see him as taciturn and distant, but to those he considers friend he is exceedingly loyal. Once proven their trustworthiness, Whitewolf would go to great lengths to help somecat he cares about.
- those who attain a place in his circle are few but see under a world-weary and callous warrior lies an unexpected kindness.
- Whitewolf remains a good candidate for a mentor but inwardly feels a young cat beneath his watch would prove to annoy him more than it would benefit them. He has little patience for silly exploits or laziness, and he knows apprentices have a knack for displaying these and even less desirable traits.
- Though seemingly all work and no play, he is not above contentment. On an easy day, one may also find him to be almost charming company.
HISTORY
- born to the beautiful and talented Vixenleap and the stoic and hardened warrior, Kestrelfang. Unfortunately, birthing complications led to the death of the mother and her unborn kits, leaving only the surviving, milk-furred Whitekit.
- to say that Kestrelfang was absent from his son's life is an understatement; Whitekit was inevitably raised by the many paws of the resident queens within the nursery at the time. Eventually, at around three moons, he did visit, but it was an awkward and unsatisfying experience for the growing kit.
- the remaining moons of kithood provided little comfort for the growingly estranged Whitekit, not much solace found against the bellies of surrogate mothers and pelts of pseudo-siblings.
- there had been a small hope that his father may finally pay him mind upon his apprentice ceremony, but, much to no one's surprise, Kestrelfang did not cheer and seemed to only attend out of formality. With his last viable parent out of the picture, the newly dubbed Whitepaw would turn to his mentor for guidance.
- Bouldergaze was large, perhaps even larger-looking given his long, grey fur. While rough in demeanor and appearance, he had a great, loud laugh, and, upon further inspection, provided a gravitational friendliness as well as moons of wisdom.
- having an exceeded mentor to train beneath, Whitepaw had expected a fulfilling training day in and day out, but he was not quite expecting such vigor from an older tom. Bouldergaze worked him hard, leaving his mind and his body both spent. His mentor took notice of the young cat's knack for battle training, and the two would often spend every last drop of sunlight sparring at times.
- as his apprenticehood progressed, Whitepaw began to see more and more of his father. At times, he would forget about him, but then he would see him at best receive an ear flick of acknowledgement. A budding resentment formed towards Kestrelfang, and Whitepaw did his best to avoid contact with him.
- most of his sunrises were spent training with Bouldergaze, but the tide of usual goings-on would change at the arrival of a predator in DuskClan's midst. A lone, starved wolf had begun to prowl their forest, picking off cats who dared to go out alone.
- a patrol of some of DuskClan's most capable warriors was formed to drive the beast out, including Bouldergaze. He begged his mentor to let him go with them, knowing he was by far the best fighter in the apprentices' den. He was refused, however, as it was proclaimed "too dangerous" for one of his rank.
- stung by the white-hot refusal but determined to prove himself, Whitepaw snuck out of camp to join the battle patrol. The wolf was like nothing he had ever faced before, nothing close to sparring with his mentor or fellow apprentices. The fight was long and bloody, and at the end Whitepaw had earned a vicious scar over his left eye.
- during the battle, Bouldergaze was seriously injured and passed on to StarClan before moonhigh. This news was delivered alongside a half-hearted lecture, his leader determining that the death of his mentor would be more punishment than could ever be provided. That night, he not only sat vigil over Bouldergaze's grave but also because he had earned his warrior name: Whitewolf.
- though the initial couple moons of being a warrior were shadowed with his grief for Bouldergaze, he did not let this hinder his ability to perform. Whitewolf was more about taking his own initiative, hunting by himself or stealing away before sunrise to replenish scent markers.
- perhaps Whitewolf's first friend since the death of his late mentor was a bubbly tom named Dandelionsong. Upon first interacting, he found the golden tom's personality more than irritating, but, StarClan, was he funny.
- at 20 moons, he attended his first Gathering. He was nervous but looking forward to the experience; he'd never smelled so many different scents on so many different cats. In the wake of the culture shock, he hadn't expected his attention to be all but consumed by a particular medicine cat apprentice.
- Lilacpaw of AmberClan was a dusky cream she-cat with darker points. She was quite non-offensive in nature and shared his sense of humor which did not happen very often. They shared pleasantries and a few extras, but soon the Gathering began and, in turn, ended. Whitewolf would return home and thoughts of Lilacpaw would be lost.
- the following moons were quite normal: days spent hunting, patrolling and scent marking. He requested that Dandelionsong train with him, but his friend refused on account of how harshly he could be in a sparring match. So, Whitewolf would do so alone with thoughts of his late mentor in mind, using his environment and sheer willpower to hone his skills.
- a couple seasons passed, and it was not until he was chosen for the next Gathering that anything truly changed. There again he met Lilacpaw—"no, it's Lilacberry now" and she turned out to be much more consuming than before...
- it was in the sea of exiting cats that she pulled him to the side and suggested that they meet every half-moon, before she was due to meet the other medicine cats at the Mist-Caves. For some reason, Whitewolf couldn't find it in himself to refuse her.
- so they met, every half-moon without fail. Mostly, they simply sat and talked and enjoyed each other's company. Though, the more and more time Whitewolf spent away from Lilacberry, the more he felt lacking substance.
- Danelionsong had pointed it out to him, that he hadn't quite seemed himself. He had redouble his efforts to remain up to par with his usual performance as well as to throw off any trails of him sneaking off to meet the AmberClan she-cat.
- however, despite the growing attachment between them, one night Lilacberry just... didn't show. It was Whitewolf's worst fear, a doubt that his cynical mind had conjured immediately upon beginning their rendezvous, one that he hope wouldn't prove true.
- she did not come the next half-moon nor the next. It was like she vanished. At the next Gathering he could get his paws on, Whitewolf tried as casually as possible to inquire about her, but at best he got raised hackles or a blunt, "She's not here."
- Whitewolf struggled to go on with his duties with thoughts of Lilacberry heavy on his mind and heart, concerned for her safety, above all. Eventually, however, he had to move on, and that came in the form of his first apprentice, Roachpaw.
- he was a quiet thing, but he had a silent determination and never objected to any task Whitewolf gave him. On occasion, the warrior would have to check himself in particular during battle training, being too rough with Roachpaw. At the end of it though, Whitewolf had trained a fine apprentice who would become Roachwind.
- life seemed to become slower and slower, but somehow the moons managed to fly by him. There were times he'd forget about Lilacberry, especially with pretty golden tabbies like one Marigoldheart lingering around him for a moment too long to be considered coincidence.
- but the occasional dream would bring the old flame back to the forefront of his mind, and even though Marigoldheart was a promising prospect for a mate, Whitewolf insisted they remain friends.
- now, Whitewolf spends day-to-day doing what a warrior ought to do and sometimes getting away with doing things on his own. He chases away plagues to his subconscious with the company of Dandelionsong or perhaps a hard spar or solo training session.
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