Post by Kin on Mar 18, 2013 22:15:06 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]wind[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]apprentice[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]eight moons[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]female[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]unsure, likely heterosexual[/classy] | [atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]diluted torbie she-cat with limpid blue eyes CLICK TO SEE HER[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]Whitepaw has lived in a lifelong denial of her name. To this soft-spoken she-cat, she is not Whitepaw, but Alice. Why, one might wonder, is a raven like a writing desk? Alice hasn't the foggiest clue, nor do the cats she asks. Of course, that might be because none of them know what a writing desk is. Alas, she may never know. Most of Alice's unanswered queries are ultimately aimed at her imaginary friend, the Mad Hatter. Hatter is a rather large tom, a rich ochre color with burnt-orange stripes in a mackeral pattern. His eyes are, Alice swears, the most brilliant green she's ever seen. She's quite happy that such a handsome tom chose to become her friend when she was a kit, and the two are inseperable. As all children and their imaginary friends are. Fear not for Alice's maturity. The reason she sees the Hatter is the same reason she wants to be called Alice, the same reason she ponders the similarities of ravens and writing desks. Quite simply put, dear Alice is insane. Jaywing is not quite sure what brand of insane she is, but it's clear that she sees things and hears voices, and has strange ideas no Clan cat has ever heard of. If it weren't for her insisting her name was Alice as a kit, some of WindClan's more distrustful cats would have suspected her of meeting with a loner or rogue. Alice and the Hatter find the idea of her being any kind of threat to her Clan laughable. Strange though they clearly think her, she loves them with all the innocence of an unstained soul. She doesn't like violence, but fights because her mentor asks it of her, and because the Hatter helps it become a game. And oh how Alice loves her games. Her favorite type of game is the riddle, though hide-and-seek is quite fun as well. Her mentor is resigned to the fact that they must coax her into playing "hide-and-seek" with prey to hunt. Alice's skill is impeccable as a stalker, and she's quite the tracker. The slightest bit of praise lights her up as though a miniature sun were placed inside her chest, and the smile she gives is easily coaxed out. Above all else, Alice is a happy cat. She's sweet and naive, and though cats would seek to corrupt or use her, the Hatter protects her. Especially from the Cheshire Cat. When Alice has Bad Days, the Cheshire Cat will appear and attempt to frighten her. He was very good at it when she was a kit, cornering her in the nursery and hissing vile things in her young ears. But the Hatter would fight him back whenever he could, and when he couldn't, Alice's parents were often good at helping her ignore the malevolent tom.[/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]Whitekit was the sole kit born from Tortoiseheart and Icenose. They loved their little daughter and doted on her. The morning they found her whimpering in a corner, pressed tightly to the gorse and terrified of nothing they could see was the greatest heartbreak they'd experienced. Whatever was tormenting her had taken til sunset to chase off, and even then it had not been their doing. Just as the sun was setting, Whitekit had turned her face to the setting sun and given a watery smile. Her body had relaxed, and she'd breathed, "Hatter..." with relief. The medicine cat diagnosed her as insane, regretfully adding that there wasn't anything she could do about it. Lynxstar promised the distraught parents that if Whitekit proved to be in touch with reality enough to perform an apprentice's duties, she could become Whitepaw. Though the little she-cat declared herself Alice not long after, she seems to be by and large in touch with reality, though the way she regards certain things is undeniably odd. Her Bad Days are enough that her parents still worry she'll wind up in the elders' den, her mother Tortoiseheart especially. However, she has not yet proved too insane to perform her duties.[/classy] |
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