Post by bast on Mar 13, 2013 20:49:18 GMT -5
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| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]river[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]warrior[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]thirty-five moons[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]male[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]straight[/classy] | [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]Albino tom with red eyes CLICK[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]One of the best ways Whiteblaze has ever been described was as a criminal without a crime, a term given to him by his mentor, Ternclaw. In all ways, Whiteblaze stands out from the crowd, whether it's physically with his blazing white fur and fierce blood-colored eyes or his seemingly unchanging stoic facade. He is blunt to the point of being hurtful to others around him, not sugarcoating a single word he speaks. Logic guides this tom, not any clan leader or senior warrior, no deputy or deity from the stars. He remains in RiverClan because food is easy to come by and safety is relatively certain. Medicine is provided and in short, he has everything he needs. Were that to change, it's not a far jump to say Whiteblaze would just as easily abandon the clan since he feels little in the way of sentimental attachment to it. In being this way, Whiteblaze has often been singled out by his clanmates and viewed as someone whom could quite easily become a traitor if given the opportunity. He likes to think that he sees the world as it is meant to be seen, with eyes unclouded by useless sentiment or tangled by the demands and expectations of others. In the eyes of his clanmates this young warrior is often seen as cruel because he simply won't bow. Unlike many albinos in the past, Whiteblaze won't be cowed by those that declare he is different or allow himself to be dragged down. Certain of his place, Whitebalze has no problem standing out and holding his head high, even when his clanmates get into a fuss. He treats most cats with neutral equality. If he would strike a fellow warrior for a slanderous saying, he will strike an apprentice for uttering the same words. When it comes to apprentices, they all pray not to be his. Punishment is swift and sharp but, in Whiteblaze's eyes, fair. He doesn't bother with emotional attachments to the little ones he's forced to train and will not seek out an apprentice the way some warriors will. If he's assigned an apprentice, it's completely the decision of his leader and at least once Whiteblaze has refused an apprentice during their ceremony. Perhaps one of the finest aspects of Whiteblaze is how self-aware he is. He knows that he is different and doesn't mind being comfortable in his own skin, even if others aren't comfortable with him. Whiteblaze knows he is often seen as unkind and frankly doesn't care. He understands how the clan sees him, the criminal without a crime, the warrior whom must not be trusted. All of these things, seem to not bother Whiteblaze although honestly, whether they do or not is hard to see as he's perhaps one of the most able to keep a neutral face under duress.[/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]Whitekit was brought into the world through a rather surprising union. His mother, Icepool, was a beautiful she-cat but frosty of personality. She was hard of heart and had a very good poker face, a trait she readily passed on to her son. As a young warrior, Icepool was formidable as a fighter and many toms were quite honestly, afraid of her. One tom, however, had a temper to match Icepool's and could go toe to toe with her when she rose to a passion. His name was Galeheart and he was a sight to be seen. A handsome warrior, Galeheart was unusual in the way that he was a red-eyed albino. Eventually, Icepool and Galeheart fell into this sort of aggressive romance, the only two warriors that could fight as well against their enemies as they did against each other. Somehow, they still fell into being mates. When the time rolled around, Icepool birthed a single kit and dubbed him Whitekit and knew at once he would be just like Galeheart. How did she know? Whitekit was a brilliant white, enough to make the snow look grey, the white that only an albino could manage. Whitekit, for his part, considered himself an unremarkable creature. His only benefit, perhaps, was that from day one he knew he was different. The only cat in the entire clan that looked like him was his father, brilliant white and red-eyed but distant-hearted. Whitekit didn't take it poorly, he could see and understand perhaps at an age too young to be acceptable. Icepool was an alright mother but quite honestly had little interest in her son, as little interest as she appeared to have in her mate. Galeheart for his part took absolutely no interest in Whitekit at all. Galeheart just didn't like kits and he didn't like that Whitekit looked just like him. Galeheart knew all about how rough it was being an albino in a clan, and honestly didn't want to be associated with Whitekit, guilty for bringing a new freak into the clan. It caused Galeheart to draw away from Icepool and Whitekit. Whitekit, for his part, didn't bother himself with his parents more than he needed. As soon as he was able, he started moving around camp and watching, always watching with his unnerving red-eyes. More than one warrior took a swipe at him for his 'demon eyes' but Whitekit just curled his lip and slunk away. By the time he was six moons old, Whitekit was fed up with his clan and firmly of the idea they were all fools. As he grew older he got a bit closer to his mother, simply because they were of quite similar personalities and could tolerate one another much better than Whitekit could handle anyone else. When he became an apprentice, Whitepaw was passed into the reluctant care of a middle-aged warrior named Ternclaw, a tom with three apprentices to his name and frankly no love for the strange little red-eyed rat that got pushed his way. Still, he took the stone-faced tom under his wing and watched in amazement as Whitepaw seemed to simply flow through training. Ternclaw, in the moons he trained Whitepaw, never saw the tom smile or even sit and talk to anyone for longer than it took to give a patrol report. He didn't ask questions that had abstract answers, didn't pick fights although he always seemed to wind up in them every other time Ternclaw turned around and Whitepaw didn't seem to bat an eye at the sight of blood. Of all things, that was what unnerved Ternclaw the most, the utter neutrality Whitepaw seemed to impose on the world. Frankly, Ternclaw was more than happy to be rid of Whitepaw when he was thirteen moons old, passing Whitepaw off to become Whiteblaze. For his part, Whitepaw dealt with apprenticeship the way everyone else did, muddling through it and wholly convinced his denmates were fools. Whitepaw, while he seldom felt that he started fights, he certainly ended up in fights quite often. He scrapped and snarled his way through apprenticeship and eventually wound up dubbed Whiteblaze for his blazingly white pelt and sharp scarlet eyes. Whiteblaze passed into his warriorhood without any real fuss and took up his place as one of the most unfriendly cats in RiverClan. At around fifteen moons, Whiteblaze accompanied his mother on a patrol along the border to find a pregnant loner asking for Galeheart. Whiteblaze, personally, didn't think much of the loner's appearance, partly because he totally forgot that Galeheart was his father at all. Icepool however, didn't forget. Icepool went straight for the loner and had no problem tearing her limb from limb, nearly literally. Whiteblaze for his part, hung back, only mildly alarmed by his mother's aggression but only when the loner appeared near death, did he bother holding back his mother. Icepool wouldn't be restrained long and Whiteblaze watched as his mother stalked off to camp. Whiteblaze sat beside the dead loner and it's pathetic little kit, white-furred and mewling pathetically. He sat with the loner blood soaking into his snowy fur, the kit moved from beside its mother to sit between his front paws. Near midnight, Galeheart came and took the kit. For several moons, Whiteblaze paid the memory no mind until during a Gathering, WindClan announced some brand new apprentices. One of them was a long-furred little tom with bright green eyes, nearly identical to the loner Whiteblaze had watched his mother tear apart. Galeheart, later that night, informed Whiteblaze that he was an older brother to the kit he had seen, apparently named Brightpaw, later Brightcloud. Since then, Whiteblaze has stubbornly ignored the white WindClanner. Try as he might however, Whiteblaze finds him popping up at the most unusual times.[/classy] |
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