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Description
Pending warrior for

| Name: Whitekit -> Whitepaw -> Whiteflame

| Age: 14 moons

| Gender: Female

| Breed: Turkish Van x Oriental Longhair

| Appearance:
{{Coloring}}
A she-cat with a primarily solid-white body with the exception of the van pattern showing up. Ginger tabby stripes lie against an apricot background on her ears and her tail as well though the tail is banded in the place of stripes. Her eyes are considered "odd" in the truth that they are not commonly seen everyday. One sky blue, and the other copper.
{{Minor Details}}
The two breeds that contribute to this she-cat's fur length locked her into having longer fur that is smooth, but it can knot easily if it is not cleared of debris.
| Rank:
Warrior

| Clan:
TidalClan

| Personality:
{{Here & Now | Observation | Helpful | Act }}
{{Here & Now}}
Whiteflame likes to think that the here and now is the only thing that really matters in the blink of an eye. She dreads having to recall the past if it isn't needed with great desire. This can lead to problems though as she isn't really careful about what she says or does in the meantime, especially when it comes to awkward silences that she feels she must break in some way.
{{Observation}}
She likes to turn her attention towards anything that has the ability to provide the keenest impression on her senses. Whiteflame will occasionally stare off into what looks like open space though she is actually just taking time to think ahead for something that will leave a large impression on the clan. (battles, etc)
{{Helpful}}
Whiteflame prefers to jump in to help in dire situations rather than volunteer at the very beginning. She likes to think that all cats show know how to swim, for example, and so she's probably not the best choice to be around when drowning.
{{Act}}
Acting without thinking or even caring about consequences has been the majority of this warrior's mistakes throughout her life. She has convinced herself that it is better to teach through example though it may not turn out the same each and every time.

| History:
{{Mother?}}
The world was dark to Whitekit as she scrambled at her mother’s side. How she knew it was her mother Goldenfur, she did not know, but it just felt right. Her father, Copperfang, was lashing out at the clan’s medicine cat in bouts of what seemed to be a parasol of agony. One kit lay not moving by the medicine cat’s left rear-leg as she tried to ignore the frantic parent that was causing such a ruckus behind her. It wouldn’t be too long now, no... there was only one left and they were coming fast. A tremor surged through Goldenfur and a bundle of warmth rolled in front of the medic. The sadness took a whole other step on the medicine cat’s face, but before she spoke she prodded the newborn’s chest with occasional paw-presses. It took several minutes for some sort of progress to be seen, but it did reveal itself when Whitekit blindly stumbled into her newborn brother and the sound of a gasp pulled at the medicine cat’s ears. Goldenfur was allowed to rest from the amount of work that was put on her body. Copperfang had stopped thrashing about and made it clear on what he wanted his son to be named. Stillkit, he was as still as a tree hollow until the spring came in the form of Whitekit.

{{Divided, we conquer}}
Whitekit to Whitepaw, and Stillkit to Stillpaw. The siblings grew up as close as a two leaves from the same branch, but they had to make the sacrifice of each other’s company in order to train for their clan’s benefit. Whitepaw didn’t see much of Stillpaw as she trained with Spidertail, but she enjoyed his company as long as she could whenever he came back with Fallowfur. Whitepaw took it upon herself to learn from her mentor; his attitude towards the other clans and how to meet another cat on the terms of trespassing. She only had the chance to interact with AspenClan as she was told that RaggedClan cats often did not venture so close to the TidalClan borders. It was around her eighth moon that Whitepaw joined Spidertail in his dealing with a rather cross AspenClan warrior and their defiance with the fact that he had trespassed.

{{Fire Kisses & Water Hugs}}
Pale green eyes peered into the familiar duo colors of copper and blue. Stillpaw smiled at his sister and wrapped his neck with hers all the while whispering something inaudible. Whitepaw nodded and broke the improvised hug to look up at Swiftstar and into his own odd eyes. Whitepaw was to be known as Whiteflame for her pelt’s resemblance to flames licking at her body, and for her fiery attitude when she leaps into danger without thinking of consequences. Stillpaw congratulated his sister with a twinkle in his own eyes as he took her spot. Stillpaw was now Stillwater for his calm demeanor; completely opposite of who he loved fiercely. With the two warriors like fire and water how will Whiteflame react to her brother’s more rational personality if they ever have to work together?

| Family:
Copperfang | Father | Deceased
Goldenfur | Mother | Alive | NPC
1 unnamed kit | Sister | Deceased
Stillwater | Brother | Alive | NPC/Open

| Relationship tracker:

Drawing one up~

| RP Example:
From: Don't make it easy - Batgaze of RaggedClan - #OfStarsAndClans
The chilling winds were only but half of the black tom's problems with Leaf-Bare. The seemingly endless snow never forgot to remind him that the season cycle was drawing to a close and he was getting older with each passing moon. Even now as the black figure trekked through the elbow-high precipitation the snow continued at a lazy pace that equally matched the cat's progress.

Pirate-gold eyes flickered at the sight of any movement since the mostly white background annoyed the tom's routine thorough observation. With a sigh vapor seeped from the cat's jowls. It can't be long before this ends... His thoughts fed his hatred for the cold as the black tom cleared the jump over a fallen tree that had died long ago. The gold eyes narrowed suddenly and the warrior's body swiftly darted around. Out of paranoia or the realization of a genuine sound he did not know.

"W-who's there?" His words sliced through the frigid air to nobody or somebody.

Art/White - =Rainneydrop
#OfStarsAndClans (c) =KellzFire & *Zaabu

Description
Pending warrior for

| Name: Whitekit -> Whitepaw -> Whiteflame

| Age: 14 moons

| Gender: Female

| Breed: Turkish Van x Oriental Longhair

| Appearance:
{{Coloring}}
A she-cat with a primarily solid-white body with the exception of the van pattern showing up. Ginger tabby stripes lie against an apricot background on her ears and her tail as well though the tail is banded in the place of stripes. Her eyes are considered "odd" in the truth that they are not commonly seen everyday. One sky blue, and the other copper.
{{Minor Details}}
The two breeds that contribute to this she-cat's fur length locked her into having longer fur that is smooth, but it can knot easily if it is not cleared of debris.
| Rank:
Warrior

| Clan:
TidalClan

| Personality:
{{Here & Now | Observation | Helpful | Act }}
{{Here & Now}}
Whiteflame likes to think that the here and now is the only thing that really matters in the blink of an eye. She dreads having to recall the past if it isn't needed with great desire. This can lead to problems though as she isn't really careful about what she says or does in the meantime, especially when it comes to awkward silences that she feels she must break in some way.
{{Observation}}
She likes to turn her attention towards anything that has the ability to provide the keenest impression on her senses. Whiteflame will occasionally stare off into what looks like open space though she is actually just taking time to think ahead for something that will leave a large impression on the clan. (battles, etc)
{{Helpful}}
Whiteflame prefers to jump in to help in dire situations rather than volunteer at the very beginning. She likes to think that all cats show know how to swim, for example, and so she's probably not the best choice to be around when drowning.
{{Act}}
Acting without thinking or even caring about consequences has been the majority of this warrior's mistakes throughout her life. She has convinced herself that it is better to teach through example though it may not turn out the same each and every time.

| History:
{{Mother?}}
The world was dark to Whitekit as she scrambled at her mother’s side. How she knew it was her mother Goldenfur, she did not know, but it just felt right. Her father, Copperfang, was lashing out at the clan’s medicine cat in bouts of what seemed to be a parasol of agony. One kit lay not moving by the medicine cat’s left rear-leg as she tried to ignore the frantic parent that was causing such a ruckus behind her. It wouldn’t be too long now, no... there was only one left and they were coming fast. A tremor surged through Goldenfur and a bundle of warmth rolled in front of the medic. The sadness took a whole other step on the medicine cat’s face, but before she spoke she prodded the newborn’s chest with occasional paw-presses. It took several minutes for some sort of progress to be seen, but it did reveal itself when Whitekit blindly stumbled into her newborn brother and the sound of a gasp pulled at the medicine cat’s ears. Goldenfur was allowed to rest from the amount of work that was put on her body. Copperfang had stopped thrashing about and made it clear on what he wanted his son to be named. Stillkit, he was as still as a tree hollow until the spring came in the form of Whitekit.

{{Divided, we conquer}}
Whitekit to Whitepaw, and Stillkit to Stillpaw. The siblings grew up as close as a two leaves from the same branch, but they had to make the sacrifice of each other’s company in order to train for their clan’s benefit. Whitepaw didn’t see much of Stillpaw as she trained with Spidertail, but she enjoyed his company as long as she could whenever he came back with Fallowfur. Whitepaw took it upon herself to learn from her mentor; his attitude towards the other clans and how to meet another cat on the terms of trespassing. She only had the chance to interact with AspenClan as she was told that RaggedClan cats often did not venture so close to the TidalClan borders. It was around her eighth moon that Whitepaw joined Spidertail in his dealing with a rather cross AspenClan warrior and their defiance with the fact that he had trespassed.

{{Fire Kisses & Water Hugs}}
Pale green eyes peered into the familiar duo colors of copper and blue. Stillpaw smiled at his sister and wrapped his neck with hers all the while whispering something inaudible. Whitepaw nodded and broke the improvised hug to look up at Swiftstar and into his own odd eyes. Whitepaw was to be known as Whiteflame for her pelt’s resemblance to flames licking at her body, and for her fiery attitude when she leaps into danger without thinking of consequences. Stillpaw congratulated his sister with a twinkle in his own eyes as he took her spot. Stillpaw was now Stillwater for his calm demeanor; completely opposite of who he loved fiercely. With the two warriors like fire and water how will Whiteflame react to her brother’s more rational personality if they ever have to work together?

| Family:
Copperfang | Father | Deceased
Goldenfur | Mother | Alive | NPC
1 unnamed kit | Sister | Deceased
Stillwater | Brother | Alive | NPC/Open

| Relationship tracker:

Drawing one up~

| RP Example:
From: Don't make it easy - Batgaze of RaggedClan - #OfStarsAndClans
The chilling winds were only but half of the black tom's problems with Leaf-Bare. The seemingly endless snow never forgot to remind him that the season cycle was drawing to a close and he was getting older with each passing moon. Even now as the black figure trekked through the elbow-high precipitation the snow continued at a lazy pace that equally matched the cat's progress.

Pirate-gold eyes flickered at the sight of any movement since the mostly white background annoyed the tom's routine thorough observation. With a sigh vapor seeped from the cat's jowls. It can't be long before this ends... His thoughts fed his hatred for the cold as the black tom cleared the jump over a fallen tree that had died long ago. The gold eyes narrowed suddenly and the warrior's body swiftly darted around. Out of paranoia or the realization of a genuine sound he did not know.

"W-who's there?" His words sliced through the frigid air to nobody or somebody.

Art/White - =Rainneydrop
#OfStarsAndClans (c) =KellzFire & *Zaabu