the cries of battle have finally subdued. thunderclan return to their rightful territory as riverclan retreat to their own, accepting defeat. windclan savour their small victory while shadowclan tries to comprehend the gains and losses they have been given. all four clans lick their wounds and collect their thoughts as they adjust to the new normal. yet, overhead starclan continue to whisper, and make a final decision: it is time for skyclan to rejoin the forest.
If someone were to think of Whitelion, the first word that would come to mind would be 'regal'. He is the perfect picture of grace and sophistication and he knows it. Cold and aloof, it can take quite a lot to break down the tom's exterior. He trusts very few and likes even less. He's here to serve his clan, not make friends. Determined, hardworking, and strict, Whitelion takes his duties as a warrior very seriously and looks down severely on those that do not possess his same attitude. Everything should be to the benefit of the clan, not oneself. It is perhaps because of this that he looks down upon outsiders so heavily. Whitelion views them as selfish - even dangerous - as they care only for themselves. This fact was only cemented in his mind after his brother was attacked by a band of rogues. No. He doesn't trust outsiders at all. But he is hardly outspoken about his rather negative outlook on loners and rogues. It just isn't in Whitelion's nature. He is a tom that would prefer to observe from the background, holding his opinions in reserve until they are needed. So it should go without saying that he is especially skilled at going unnoticed until he choses to make his presence known.
Whitelion, while often inclined to take the highroad, is not above manipulation either. He understands that sometimes a lie is the only way to get something done. And so he will do so with minimal hesitation. Everything is for the good of the clan, no matter how morally gray it might seem. In fact, Whitelion can be quite deceptive when he deems it necessary and rarely feels guilty for it. He's intelligent and strategic with his lies, however. They must always serve a purpose, otherwise they are nothing but selfish and harmful. Even so, the tom can be quite vindictive. If he perceives someone to have wronged him or his family, he will not hold his punches. And yet Whitelion will never compromise his elegance and poise, delivering his vindication with the utmost grace.
Despite all of his rather negative traits, Whitelion remains a balanced individual; his positive characteristics tipping the scales to create a neutral individual. He is kind to those he deems worthy and will do anything to protect those loyal to Windclan, even at the cost of his own life. Everything is for the good of the clan. Loyal to a fault? Maybe. But his clan is the most important thing in the world to him. Or, rather, one particular cat within the ranks of Windclan. Whitelion, having practically raised his younger brother Snowgaze, would do anything to protect him. Anything. He's overprotective and strict with the young tom, yes, but only because he wants what's best for Snowgaze. Whitelion has set himself the task of guiding his brother in the pawsteps of their family. It's a duty he takes very, very seriously.
Even so, Whitelion can show a lighter side of himself when around those he considers friends. He can joke with and tease Snowgaze like any brother ought. He can even relax and lay back from time to time, though these instances are few and far between.
-KIT Born to Whitefang and Cloudwhisper alongside a single sister, Whitekit felt the weight of expectation from the moment he opened his eyes. His parents were both well respected within the clan and could often be found at the center of clan politics. They were strong, important, graceful under pressure. And they were everything Whitekit wanted to be. The little white tom could often be found toddling after his parents as they tended to their affairs. He wanted to know everything. Everything about them, everything about clan politics, and everything about the other three clans laying beyond their borders. Whitekit was far more curious about the world in those early days than he is now.
As he grew, the questions ceased pouring from his mouth as he learned more about the world. The world which was not as bright a place as he had once dreamed it. Warriors came back from the borders with scars, prey would ebb and flow... And cats? They would die. His first experience with death would prove to be the most influential in the young tom's life.
Redkit was a spitfire, even at the young age of five moons. She spoke her mind and spewed sarcasm whenever she could. And Whitekit adored her for it. Not in a romantic sense, no. They were too young for such a notion as love. But they were the very best of friends from a young age. Even Dewkit, Whitekit's sly and aloof sister, found it in her to befriend the rambunctious Redkit. The trio were near inseparable in those early, golden days of life. But happiness can never last long before attracting misery. Redkit fell ill on the very brink of becoming an apprentice. At first it was nothing, a cough. She would always say she felt fine whenever Whitekit asked if she was feeling well. And so he brushed it off as nothing more than a fleeting sickness that would soon pass. But as the days wore on, Redkit's condition would quickly devolve. She was moved to the medicine cat's den where Whitekit was forbidden from visiting by his parents. Not even a week would pass before Redkit would depart for Starclan.
And Whitekit was devastated.
-PAW Whitepaw would enter apprenticehood with a heavy heart and a dismal outlook on life. He rarely did well in training - if his mentor could even get him out of his nest - and spent much of his time consumed by his grief. Redkit should have been here with him. But she was gone and a piece of Whitepaw had gone along with her.
It wouldn't be until a moon into his training that his mentor would finally to real action. The aging tom dragged his lackluster apprentice out onto the moor where they sat for hours into the night. The tom offered great counsel and comforted the grieving Whitepaw. He spoke of Starclan and Windclan, what a warrior should be and what he shouldn't, how to serve the clan and how to hinder it. Whitepaw would listen with rapt attention, peeking from beneath his cloud of grief for the first time since Redkit's death. He did not want to hinder his clan. He wanted to protect them in they way he wished he could have protected Redkit.
After their talk on the moor, Whitepaw threw himself into his training with vigor for the first time. He had a lot of catching up to do but that would hardly serve as a deterrent for the young tom. Soon enough he had caught his peers, surpassing many in his training. If he was going to protect his clan, he needed to be as knowledgable and powerful as he could be. He needed to be ready for anything.
-LION But nothing could have prepared the newly named Whitelion for the death of his mother. Again he was to be forced to face the limits of mortality and his own weakness. He could not protect her. How could he expect to protect his clan? Whitelion was deeply wounded by his mother's passing. But she had not died in vain, no, bringing a single son into the world before she passed. It had taken him a long time to learn it, but the tom now knew that some things were simply out of his control. There were some things even a great warrior could never hope to accomplish. But Whitelion could protect his new brother. Even if his father and sister were unwilling to help him, even if he didn't know what he was doing, he would raise Snowkit to be the best warrior he could be.
It was a heavy burden to bare at such a young age but he bore it gladly. From the very moment he perceived Snowkit could understand him he began teaching and guiding the young kit in the ways of what a warrior should be. Whitelion drilled the young tom hard, intent on making sure Snowkit thrived within the clan. Their lessons ranged in everything from etiquette to be upheld around the clan to the early beginnings of sparring. But the warrior was always careful with his little brother. He only wanted what was best for Snowkit, after all.
And when Snowkit became Snowpaw, Whitelion was proud to be named his mentor. He continued his lessons with the young tom but with an even greater intensity. He wanted - no he needed - Snowpaw to be strong, to be a warrior. So when his younger brother befriended a loner Whitelion reacted with the utmost disgust. This was not how he had taught his apprentice to behave. This was not evidence of the way he had so careful groomed his younger brother. But he didn't intervene, not yet. Instead Whitelion watched the pair closely as their friendship grew. It was so very wrong. No. He was wrong, the loner. Whitelion knew it with every ounce of his being.
So when he noticed Snowpaw sneaking out of the camp, it was only natural that his mentor would follow. And it was lucky he did. Whitelion hadn't seen what had started the battle but intended to finish it. No-one would be allowed to hurt his brother and live to tell about it. Furious Whitelion threw himself at the rogues, ripping a cat from his brother as if the cat weigh nothing at all. He exchanged a few more blows with another rogue before the group had seen enough. They hadn't been expecting to find anything but an apprentice here, after all. The group raced away with Whitelion hot on their heels, righteous anger fueling his aggression. He chased them all the way back to the border and right into the territory beyond before he could be satisfied they had learned their lesson. But anger still filled him as he returned to face Snowpaw.
Confined to the camp, Whitelion felt sure his brother had learned his lesson about dabbling with rogues. But what he didn't expect was how hard the event would hit Snowpaw. His apprentice threw himself at his work, hardly eating anything and never saying a word. And it worried Whitelion greatly, even if he wouldn't let it show. He would finally manage to force Snowpaw to eat something and drag him outside the camp for another lesson. Everything soon felt as if it had returned to normal. And when Snowpaw became Snowgaze, Whitelion couldn't have been prouder of his little brother.
But it would soon become apparent that Snowgaze hadn't truly learned his lesson when it came to rogues.
Rosepaw. A loner. A stranger. An outsider. And she was to be placed in his care. Whitelion was furious with both his brother and their leader for having brought this cat into the clan. How could she ever hope to be a warrior? He didn't trust her and he certainly didn't like her. But Whitelion would say nothing as he began teaching her, his expectations low. He knew with absolute certainty that she would turn her back on Windclan if things ever became difficult.
But one loner just wasn't enough for his wayward brother. He had to bring another into their lives. And this one seemed even less trustworthy than his own loner apprentice. But what was far worse was that the loner - Nightpaw - was to be placed in the care of Snowgaze. Whitelion was horrified, and, for the first time in his life, argued against their leader for doing such a thing. But his request that Nightpaw be given to another to mentor was turned down almost instantly. This was happening and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
But whatever happened here, Whitelion would still protect his brother.
PREFIX REASON - for his pale coat
SUFFIX REASON - for his regality and valor
census claim: @whitelion: [i]massive white tom with striking blue eyes[/i] → played by [b]FABLE[/b]
Last Edit: Jun 3, 2020 0:58:53 GMT by Deleted
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