whitestar / iceclan [done <3]

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Name: Whitestar
Alliance: IceClan
Rank: Leader
Gender: Tom
Age: 38 moons
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Appearance:

When comparing the authority and strictness of this small tom to his actual physique, you can see an obvious contrast, and wonder how such a tiny tom came to a position requiring such strength and power. Indeed, many ponder this, but when you greet him, you can see how firm he is and how well suited he is for a leading role. His body, although rather fragile, has enough muscle to pull him through the wild. His paws are larger than an average cats' would be, and his eyes are as well. His tail is a tiny thing - at least, compared to other cats (but he himself is tinier than many others) and when it comes to being handsome - well, he doesn't really care, and the result is him looking rather average, but his stance is proud enough to attract cats, especially ones who are trying to get on his good side.

When it comes to his pelt, there's nothing new; an ivory pelt with a black patch above his left eye, his tail-tip, and his left flank. Like any purebred IceClan cat, it's glossy and well-groomed, shorthaired for maximum swimming potential. There are a few nasty scars, most lacing about his neck and chest, but all have healed with time and have made him what he is now: a strong leader with a paw for order and no nonsense. His eyes are a light amber color - sandy and bright, with a glint of feral violence within them.

Personality:

Whitestar enjoys order above all else - in fact, he demands it of his clan to follow the warrior code with the same fervor that he does (read: without a slip-up). He demands his warriors to train their apprentices, and doesn't enjoy nonsense from the apprentices, either. Everything that a cat does has a consequence, and Whitestar will be the cat who carries out this consequence without hesitation. His duty to StarClan and IceClan is to make sure cats stay in line, and don't provoke others without warning. Every single rule and law must be follow to a T. He won't have forbidden romances, and even the youngest apprentice caught meeting a cat across the border - friendly or not - will be punished. Older cats face exile. His loyalty to the warrior code can seem rather extremist, but he doesn't see fault in this. He urges his clan to stay together and become a group, and not to slip information to FlameClan cats.

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Even though he does have this cruel and strict side of him, it's all for his clan. Everything he does is for his clan, to provide the safety and ensure that his family (meaning, IceClan itself) passes safely into StarClan once they pass away. Although he can come off as a tyrant sometimes, he honestly only wants his clan to be happy, and so does what he can to make them happiest. This may not mean he'll alleviate the rules, but he will engage in friendly conversation with the younger cats to keep them on his side, and he'll make sure to get the best bedding for the older cats and the elders, even if he has to do it himself. He won't be seen as a slave to the clan, though. Never.

Whitestar has a side to him that only those closest to him experience - a childish and whiny side. When he exhibits this, he can seem almost like a kitten; complaining about this cat or that cat, about the prey, about the weather. When you get close enough to him to see this side, you can also see his friendly nature behind his strict, rule-following self. He truly does have a heart of gold, though, even if not many see this fluffy little side of him, and even if he can't see his faults.
[/blockquote]History:

Whitekit was born to Snowtail and Hailwhisker, two loyal warriors of IceClan. His mother, Snowtail, was a pure white female with deep green eyes. She was quiet and serene as the river, with a sweet personality. She loved kits, and she hated so very little things. She was a cat who loved to converse with other clans during gatherings. Hailwhisker, on the other hand, was a large and burly tom whose loyalty to the warrior code and his clan outmatched anything else. He was strong and loyal, and had a soft side for kittens and his mate, Snowtail. Obviously, everything was perfect. She carried her kittens with pride, moving to the nursery two moons after she needed (despite warnings from the medicine cat). Everything was going smooth except that little crick in the road, but it made all the difference later.

Snowtail died during birth because of complications, almost with a small brown tabby and white she-kitten, named Hawkkit before being sent to StarClan. Three other kittens were in the litter: Whitekit, Tabbykit, and Snowkit (named after her lovely mother). There was only one other queen in the nursery at the time: Flowerfur, a creamy white she-cat with one runty kitten named Rabbitkit. These four kittens all lived together in the nursery, with a normal life. Perhaps it was a bit confusing for the kits at first, as their sibling had a different papa than they did. And Rabbitkit's papa was a lot nicer and cooler than theirs, at least at first glance. Hailwhisker mostly spoke about the warrior code and StarClan, never mentioning Snowtail. The only way the kittens found out about their mother was asking around the elders and finding out that way. They kept their knowledge a secret from their father, though: who knew what he would say.

Whitekit was the only one out of the three who listened to his father's teachings about the warrior code and StarClan. To please his father was all he wanted; to one day be the apple of his eye, the best of the litter. And maybe it worked, just a little bit. The two conversed, and slowly Whitekit would reprimand the other kittens whenever they did something or said something that could be taken as 'against the warrior code'. When another queen landed in the nursery, her kittens listened to his made-up stories about cats not following the warrior code. It was all fun, good times abundant. It brought a grin to his maw to see the two little kittens squirm and yearn for his attention, and he felt a sense of power. He couldn't wait to brag about being an apprentice to them.

As an apprentice, not much changed. He received Toadwhisker as a mentor, and Whitekit - now Whitepaw - was not entirely pleased with this. sure, Toadwhisker was nice and lenient, and he had mentored the deputy. But he was also a bit too quiet and not as strict when it came to the warrior code, and he knew that for certain when he chased a stray vole over the border. It was no wonder he himself had never been made deputy. Hopefully it would stay that way, Whitepaw would think to himself every now and then, and never entirely feel that bad about it. He just trained like any normal cat.

Like Toadwhisker, Whitepaw soon became adept at tracking , and it was easier for him than anything else, although fighting was quite fun as well. He loved following the scent trail of prey until he could watch as it obliviously nibbled on a seed. He never felt more powerful than then, and he would always grin. Perhaps he was showing the roots of a tyrant, always watching and grinning like that every time he saw something innocent being watched by him in the shadows.

Soon enough, it was time for an older apprentice's hunting assessment, and he was offered to come along, watching and hunting alongside the older apprentices. Although he was supposed to be hunting, he decided to follow the scent trails of his two older friends, Snakepaw and Blackpaw. He watched Snakepaw as he decided to steal from Blackpaw, and Whitepaw never felt so much loathing towards someone as he saw that. Stealing was against the warrior code, and even though he knew that his friend would end up scorning him, he reported to Snakepaw's mentor. After a few skeptical moments, he decided to go and take a look, call off the hunting competition early, where Snakepaw was caught in the middle of washing the scent off of the rabbit with his tongue. Something that could have been waved off with laughter and joking - "I never said to wash the rabbit after you hunted it, Snakepaw!" - turned into something more serious. Snakepaw developed a little bit of hatred for Whitepaw, while Blackpaw sincerely thanked him, but reminded him that she could take care of herself.


Soon enough, there was a little border skirmish between FlameClan and IceClan, with FlameClan having the cat who crept over the border to fetch a fleeing rabbit. Whitepaw, acting on impulse, lunged at the cat and created a tiny feud between the two clans for a little bit, for which he was reprimanded for harshly and set to elder's den duties for a month. His leader had looked at him somberly and said, "The best leaders are the ones who listen, Whitepaw." before walking off with his deputy for a hunting patrol he had signed on to earlier.

After that, things went pretty smoothly. After passing his two hunting assessments with flying colors, him and his siblings became Whitewhisker (for his tracking abilities), Snowtail (in honor of her mother), Rabbitleg (for his speed), and Tabbyfur (for his tabby and white fur). The vigil that night had been fun, and Whitewhisker was in such a good mood that he didn't even mind when Snowtail dozed off, sleepy from the adrenaline that rushed through her veins moments before.

After ten moons of warrior-hood, Whitewhisker received his first apprentice, a spunky little kitten named Orangekit. She was a pretty white she-kit with an orange mask. She was always lively and bouncing off the walls, and it was hard to control her and calm her down - and although Whitewhisker didn't beat the warrior code into her skull, she eventually calmed down and became Orangeface, a respectable young warrior with a few toms padding after her. It was obvious she wasn't meant for a warrior's life, but it was good enough for Whitewhisker; now he could help his clan, and he was a possible candidate for deputy.

Eventually, the deputy died of blackcough, and Whitewhisker was made deputy. Eight more moons after this, the leader died and passed on to StarClan, making Whitestar leader.

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this is one of the best bios i've ever read, but i can only choose one leader for a clan. i'm very sorry, really. if you'd like me to move this out of the archives so you can change him around a bit so you can still keep him, i'd be more than happy to. (: