whitefoot || shadow

[whitefoot]

[W H I T E f o o t]
[the color white]

[she-cat]
[shadow]
[20 moons]
[warrior]

____________[LOOKS]

Whitefoot is a small cat, though not really runt-sized. She's smaller than average, but no matter how small she seems to be, you've gotta admit this little she-cat's got a bite like TigerClan. Her legs are long though, making her seem a bit bigger, and her shoulders and legs are rippling with muscle and an air of strength. This doesn't signify fast running, but rather an ability to really pack a punch into a cuffing paw or swiping claws. Her claws are thick and rugged, and not exactly what you'd call pretty, but those jagged weapons are more than capable of ripping you a new one if they catch hold of you. Her paws are small, and the pads are pink and fleshy, telling of a life on soft ground. Her tail is long and thin, often curled in distaste just as her lips curl in an angry snarl. Whitefoot's head is narrow and triangular, with slitted eyes and a short, pointed snout. Her nose is a wet black like the pavement on the Thunderpath, and the snout that the nose sits on conceals a yellowish set of lethal fangs.

Whitefoot's fur is black and white, and those two regular colors are the only hues on her short, rugged pelt. Her coat is easily groomed, although she doesn't do that often, so her pelt's common condition is ruffled and spiky. The fur about two inches above her ankles and on down is tinted a very faint watery brown, like the water in the marshy area of ShadowClan's territory. This is because she doesn't look for a route around the ankle-height waters, she just wades through without a care about how her fur might look and seem to other cats. This is because she feels she doesn't have to look good to impress the higher-ups. Anyway... Whitefoot's pelt is actually mostly black, with only a white tip on her tail, a white splotch on her nose, a white star on her chest, and of course, white feet. The rest is a dusty, ruffled black. The inside of her ears is a very pale grayish color, and the hairs inside are a stale white. Her eyes are striking against her shadowy pelt, as they're hued a crystillic, clear blue.

____________[PERSONA]

Whitefoot is the perfect model for ShadowClan's general character. She is very much a stiff grouch, and she absolutely loathes whoever disturbs her, no matter who those cats may be. She'd snarl at a StarClan cat if they tried to send her a dream! Whitefoot prone to calling names and executing childish actions, often sticking out her tongue and spitting 'Fox-dung' quite a bit. Also, being a stiff, proud and secretive ShadowClanner, you wouldn't ever catch this she-cat asking for help in any situation. If she was half-dead, starving, and facing death by blackcough, she cuff you over the ears if she even thought you were about to utter the words, "Want some help there, she-cat?" Whitefoot also does not follow orders well, but sometimes she sure does hand'em out. And only StarClan know what she'd do if someone opposed her orders!

White is also very dense at times, but she has two types of dense. One is the intentional denseness, and the other is blond-moment/total brain fart denseness. But whether she be intentionally dense just to annoy you or be difficult, or she's actually having a severe brain fart, this she-cat is hard to un-dense. When she's having a cat blond moment, you need to stupefy all your sentences and break things down. But actual moments are rare, and more often it's just Whitefoot trying to be difficult for you.

Whitefoot's claws may also be sharp, but her tongue is the most pointed weapon she has. Her biting remarks are sharp enough to slice, and some are known to keep you awake at night and trouble your thoughts. This she-cat has no regard for what she says, and you probably have a higher chance of vomiting a monster than hearing her apologize for her sarcasm. She talks before she thinks, yes, but that doesn't mean she feels guilty about what she says. Very rarely will she feel guilt-ridden, and only then will you hear an apology escape the tuxedo cat's mouth.

And, last but not least.. Whitefoot, as well as being caustic and grouchy, also carries herself in a superior manner, strutting around arrogantly. Perhaps this is why she is called teh Lioness of ShadwClan, for her pride and superior air? This she-cat also enjoys bossing around the apprentices, ordering them to do her bidding. She only does this to the little furballs whom she hates the most, though. But see, the thing is, is that she hates them all the most. But despite her hobby of always keeping an apprentice handy to act as a servant, she despairs at the thought of having her own apprentice, and would probably ask to have an apprentice re-mentored and re-ceremonied if she was named his or her mentor.

____________[HISTORY]

Born to Whitewhisker, a pretty white she-cat, and Longtooth, a muscular tuxedo tom, Whitekit and her sibling Dovekit were average kits. They weren't halfclan oor lost kits or any of that silly business. Nope, these two kits were from a long line of ShadowClan warriors; a pretty pair of true-blue purebloods. Whitekit was, from the very moment she could talk, a cheeky little furball. Dovekit was more cautious and respectful, the exact oppooside of her sister and an exact replica of her mother. Whitekit took to her father's side, only she was much worse than he. Whitekit looked up to Longtooth as the apple of her eye. She aspired to be like him, and more. She is the only cat Whitefoot will ever bow her head in respect to, and the only cat she does not slice verbally with her smart remarks.

Anyway, Whitekit and Dovekit became Whitepaw and Dovepaw, and had a very uneventful life as apprentices. ShadowClan and the other Clans were at peace back then. Sweet peace. The only place that was chaotic was ShadowClan camp, which was where Whitekit kelp yowling insults and attacking den-mates in fits of rage. But later, as all the cats knew, little bipolar Whitepaw would be back in her den, covering her sister and "friends" with affectionate licks.

When Whitepaw became Whitefoot and Dovepaw Dovefeather, Whitewhisker fell into the clutching claws of blackcough. And she never was freed from their terrifying hold. Dovefeather and Whitefoot were devastated at the loss of their mother, but Longtooth, who had recovered more quickly from his loss, soon whipped them back into normal routine.

And, from then on, Whitefoot's very plain life continued. The only off thing about her was that she was constantly trying to jump around to impress her father, but never succeeding. Dovefeather all but ignored her father and focoused solely on her duties as a warrior, very quickly climbing the ranks from a new, ignored warrior to an experienced warrior and a fierce fighter feared by the Clans.

____________[IC]

Awwr, do I just have to? D;

____________[FAMILY]

whitewhisker mother
longtooth father
dovefeather sister

____________[PASSWORD]

ANTEDILUVIAN

[Eagleh]

Accepted