Post by Minteh Freshness on Dec 31, 2016 1:41:55 GMT
☀ WHITEDAPPLE ☀
NAME: Breeze - Whitedapple
GENDER: female
AGE: 79 moons
CLAN: thunderclan
POSITION: senior warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION: an older white and brown mottled Snowshoe Siamese she-cat mix with sky blue eyes
APPEARANCE:
Whitedapple is a short-furred she-cat. Thanks to her short fur, you can see how small and lithe she is. To be completely honest, due to body structure, she looks more like a Windclan cat, thanks to her Siamese mixed mother. Though while she may look fragile, especially in her older age, she is actually quite powerful. Most of her power comes from determination, fear, and speed. If she get's going fast enough, she can use that to put more power into whatever she's doing. Fear of loosing anyone else drives her in her hunting and in battle. And finally determination. Determined to fight to her last breath to save the ones she loves, her clanmates, and to protect their territory.
You would think in her older age that her joints would start to ache and she'd feel more tired, but really, she's still pretty spry. She hasn't felt any aching in her joints or muscles yet, though she does feel slower and can get tired a bit more quickly, but other than that she still feels pretty much the same after taking care of her body, making sure she had enough exercise, but nothing too over the top where it would hurt her rather than help her.
Whitedapple was born mostly white with a black nose, black on the bridge of her nose and dark brown on the tip of her tail as well as her ears. As she got older, the first places that got the most color were her head, tail, and legs. Her paws and chest stayed pure white while the rest of her body darkened, except for her right front paw. There was two spots where there was dark brown in the white. Once she stopped darkening, her coloring is mottling between brown and white. On her back, sides, belly, and base of her tail is mottling of a light sage brown and creamy white. On the rest of her tail, legs, and head is mottling between a darker, chocolate type of brown and white. On her face and ears and the lower part of her back left paw is mottling between dark, dark brown (some areas black) and white. All of her whiskers are pure white and her paw pads are a light liver color. Her eyes pop against her fur, being blue.
Her eyes are quite intricate. They almost match her fur as the colors seem to be mottled like her fur. Only instead of browns and white, it's light and dark blue. Towards her pupils, is more dark blue with a bit of light blue mixed in, but the farther away from her pupils is a lighter blue with some dark blue speckles. It also has an overall effect of dark blue towards the top of her eyes and light blue at the bottom of her eyes, mostly when you are at an angle from her rather than straight on and the light hits it just right.
Overall, Whitedapple is a beautiful she-cat, even with a little bit of white hairs mixing in on the brown on her muzzle.
PERSONALITY:
~Caring~
Whitedapple was taught to be kind, caring, gentle, sweet, and loving and that's just what she became. Even with everything that has happened to her and the ones around her, she is still caring to others even though she doesn't show it much. She' a lot older than most cats in her clan and she just wants to take care of everyone as if all of them were her kits. She wants to go up to the cats who are hurting, physically or emotionally, and comfort them. Tell them it's all going to be alright. Tell them that's she's there for them. She wants a mate and kits of her own to love and care for, to watch grow up and get old together with a tom. She wants to live out her life helping others and then when she dies, go up to Starclan and watch out for everyone still living.
~Quiet~
This she-cat doesn't speak much. To anyone. If she has to, she will, but the most she's ever spoken to is to she-cats, and that's still not much. Her voice is soft and quiet, you'd almost miss her words if you weren't really listening. If she can help it, she won't even speak to a tom. You'd almost say she's a meek she-cat but no one can really pull one over on her or push her around. Her blue eyes show just how much she's seen and that she won't take any of your crap, and then she's gone, like a ghost in the wind. On the other hand, you wouldn't know it, but she's a great fighter. You can tell she puts her all into it and will be one of the first ones ready to go. Ready to protect her clanmates and her clan's territory. She'd do anything to keep everyone safe.
~Standoffish~
Probably everyone in her clan, and possibly even cats outside of Thunderclan, would agree that Whitedapple is standoffish and no one really knows much about her. If they think about it long enough, they will realize she avoids males as much as possible and will go out of her way to stay away from the nursery and kits. They might just shrug it off as she's scared of toms and perhaps she doesn't want to hurt the kits if they end up playing under her paws. But even more than that, she has no real friends, not even with she-cats. She mostly only speaks to she-cats, if she even speaks at all. And when she's in camp with nothing to do, she keeps to herself. Even on patrols, she will keep to herself and stay at the back of the patrol.
~Scared~
Whitedapple is scared. Actually she's beyond scared. She's frightened. No she's terrified. It feels like she has a curse attached to her. Everyone she loves dies. Everyone she has loved has died. Even those who were related to those she loved, have died. After moons of watching all these cats die, she's scared to love anyone. She's scared to drag anyone into that curse of hers and watch as everyone dies in what seems before their time, while she lives a long, but definitely not happy life. She's so scared of this curse that she wont even look at toms or kits because she is terrified she will fall in love with them and they will die soon afterward. (what she doesn't realize is, she pretty much has bad timing at falling in love and that's it. the curse isn't real, she just believes it is)
~Sad~
Overall, Whitedapple is sort of a sad and depressed cat. She wants to love and be loved but with how scared she is all the time of someone dying because of her, she can't be happy. She's always worried, always distancing herself, always...sad. She sees all these cat having kits or becoming mates and she looks at them mournfully and then has to glance away. It's easier that way, easier for everyone except her.
HISTORY:
To get the full picture we have to go back farther than when Whitedapple was born. Even farther back than when her mother became pregnant to her. All the way back to when her parent's first litter was born.
Lilyfreckle was in love with two toms and the two toms both loved the pale brown she-cat with greyish brown points and bright blue eyes. She hated having to choose between them so she chose one as her mate and continued to see both of them even though she felt guilty for it. The tom who was said to be her mate was named Blackleap. He was a young, amber eyed, black and white tuxedo tom who was always kind to her. The other tom she loved was named Adderblaze. Adderblaze was a burnt brown tabby tom with dark blue eyes. His personality was more of on the dangerous side, always challenging Lilyfreckle. Both toms gave her something she couldn't get with the other and she really wished she could just put the two together into one tom. She always feared, though, that Adderblaze would die from how reckless he was and how much trouble he got into. But it wasn't until after she was over a moon pregnant, with Adderblaze's kits she knew, that Blackleap, not Adderblaze, died in a worthless border skirmish.
She was worried that the kits wouldn't look like her, that they would look like their father Adderblaze and then everyone would know that they weren't Blackleap's kits. That she had tarnished the good and noble tom's name by pretending to be his mate. But she was relieved when her kits came. Two of them, an almost all white she-cat with only a little bit of dark brown on her nose and tail tip, and a silver tabby point tom. She named the she-kit Whitekit and the tom Rainkit. She loved those two dearly and proceeded to tell them their father was Blackleap. While she was in the nursery, she turned Adderblaze away. He grew angry at first then became indifferent. At two moons old, Rainkit fell ill with kitten-cough and while it should have healed up nicely, it turned into greencough and he died shortly after turning two moons old. Whitekit and Lilyfreckle mourned together and spent most of their time together, though Lilyfreckle often got tired of being cooped up in the nursery. Slowly, after a couple moons, she let Adderblaze back into her life and started to see him once more.
When Whitekit was five moons old, Lilyfreckle went out of the nursery for some fresh air. She still felt cooped up so she decided to take a walk outside of camp. She was feeling sick but hadn't wanted to bother the medicine cat and had thought the fresh air would do her good. The siamese queen had been so focused on breathing in the fresh air to calm her stomach, she hadn't realized how far she had traveled. She'd gone over the border! Only a few paces, but still! Quickly, with a shake of her head, she turned back and padded more slowly, feeling better now.
All of the sudden a smell that was similar to fox but slightly different and a loud crashing noise was all around her. She stared wide-eyed as a badger barreled straight for her. It took a few seconds before she was able to turn tail and race away. She launched herself onto a tree but her claws slipped and cost her precious seconds as she tried to scamper up the tree. But those seconds had cost her. The badger bit into her hind leg, breaking it in several places, and dragged her back down. She yowled out in pain and fear but she was too far away from the camp for anyone to hear her. It attacked her relentlessly, giving her several deep wounds and mangling one of her paws before she somehow managed to drag herself down an abandoned animal den too small for the badger but thankfully sturdy enough to take most of it's beatings though it did crumble down upon her form from it's weight. Just before she passed out, the badger quit trying to get her and she heard the sounds of it fighting another cat. Then everything went dark.
She awoke to pain and a soft of swinging sensation which was making her sick. A cat was carrying her on it's back. A loner tom to be exact. None of the scents around her smelled familiar. Even the air seemed so much different than any of the clan territories she had been in. She wanted to speak but her mouth was dry and she ended up passing out once again.
After several days of waking up through fevers and then falling back into that painless bliss that was darkness, she woke up completely to find the tom caring for her. She didn't trust him at first. Obviously, she'd grown up to be weary and suspicious of strangers, but over time, she slowly started to fall in love with him as she healed. As far as she could tell, this tom was perfect for her. He was a mix of Blackleap and Adderblaze. He was kind hearted but she could see that spark of adventure, of excitement within him.
She loved this loner, this tom named Falcon, even his looks was a perfect mix between the two toms she had loved before, a deep reddish brown tabby and white tom with green eyes. She loved him and yet she also missed her friends, her family, her kit. And he loved her too, even though it was obvious she was carrying another tom's kits. Adderblaze's kits. Which was a miracle seeing as how horribly wounded she had been from the badger attack. She decided to stay with him until the kits were old enough, then they would all go back. She'd bring Falcon with her. They could pass the kits off as being his and when she had the kits, she knew he would make a fine father. She had a large dark brown tabby tom with white paws and nose and a she-kit that was almost an exact replica of her previous she-kit. So she named the tom Ember and the she-kit Breeze, but inside she gave them clannames. Emberkit and Whitekit, as a tribute to her first Whitekit as she wasn't even sure if her daughter was still alive or not. Everything was perfect. The kits were growing fast and well and Lilyfreckle was healing just fine as well.
But then his brother came around only a moon after the kits were born. He was a pure black tom with dangerous green eyes. He stayed more in the background and Lilyfreckle was glad. He scared her but Falcon was always there to protect her and the kits. Until one day he wasn't. Dragon stalked up to her and snatched Ember from her belly and snarled at her when she tried to fight back. She froze in fear and he said that since the kit was old enough to survive without her milk, he'd raise him. And so Lilyfreckle rarely saw either tom after that. She kept her little Breeze close to her at all times.
As Breeze grew up, Lilyfreckle told her stories about her past life and even told Breeze her clan name, which she was supposed to keep a secret. Breeze always thought of her mothers stories as just that. Stories. Especially after Lilyfreckle realized she probably wouldn't be able to make the trip back to the clans, what with her broken back leg and mangled front paw. So she decided to stay there with Falcon. They both worried about Dragon but he for the most part stayed away, which was nice.
As Breeze got older, she started to darken more, gaining more color on her body and darker coloring on her legs, tail, and face. And when she hit six moons, her mother changed her secret name to Whitepaw.
it was many moons before Breeze saw her brother again, and when she did none of them recognized him. He was cold and vicious like Dragon. And the next day, both of them tried to take Breeze away from her mother. They would have succeeded if Falcon hadn't come back from hunting and had run them off. After that, he stayed close to them.
Since Lilyfreckle couldn't hunt anymore due to her injuries, Falcon took it upon himself to take Breeze out hunting. When they came back they found Lilyfreckle dying. Underneath the scent of blood was the scent of Dragon and Ember. Breeze wailed and cried for her mother not to leave her. Just before she died, Lilyfreckle told her daughter to run and never come back. Ever. To find the clans in her stories as they were real, not just stories. Lilyfreckle whispered Breeze's warrior name with her last few breaths, feeling it was her duty to give her daughter her final name. Whitedapple. Breeze and Falcon stayed with her long enough to give her comfort as she took her last breath and then buried her. Then Falcon turned to his adoptive daughter and grimly said that he would hold his brother and Ember off long enough for her to get away, as it was obvious they had come for her. Breeze didn't want to leave him and instead pleaded for him to come with her as she didn't know where to go. He showed her the general direction and then sent her off with a nip to the hind end before turning back to face his brother and adoptive son.
Breeze ran for moons, trying to crisscross and do all sort of stuff so the ones following her would loose her trail. She wasn't even truly sure if her uncle and brother were chasing her or if anyone was chasing her at all. For all she knew it could have been a fox that had gotten her mom. She was so focused on running, she barely spent anytime eating or sleeping or drinking water. And finally one day, she was so weak she tripped and rolled down an incline before coming to a stop at the base of a tree, deciding that the clans didn't exist and that she was ready to die.
But it would seem Starclan had been looking out for her, for she had reached Thunderclan's territory and their medicine cat had found her. She was 31 moons at the time. The medicine cat brought her back to camp and when she was well enough she told them her name. Not her rogue name though. No, after hearing her mother's voice, she gave them her secret name. Her clanname. She told them she was Whitedapple. This, as you you may understand, shocked the clan, for why would a rogue have a clan cat's name? She became suspicious in their eyes until she cleaned herself up and told them of her mother. They were amazed at how much she looked like a she-cat they had grow up in their clan. A she-cat named Whitesplash. And hadn't her mother been named Lilyfreckle? Many believed her but there were the cats who didn't believe her.
Whitedapple was extatic to have found the groups of cat she had always thought were just stories. And she had family here! But when she asked about them, the medicine cat and any other cat got quiet and looked to their leader, a Howlingstar at the time. Whitesplash had been his mate and had bore him three kits, two daughters and a son. But Whitesplash and one of her kits, one that looked like her, a Mousekit had died of whitecough. Their other daughter, Brightkit, had died as a kit. The only ones left now were Howlingstar and Emberkit, who was actually Emberpaw at the moment. And Howlignstar had found a new mate.
Whitedapple mourned the loss of a family she never knew but was happy to have Emberpaw. She tried to spend time with him and Howlingstar as she learned the ways of clan life and how to care for the clan. Seasons passed by and yet there was still cats who didn't trust her, even though she gave them no real reason not to.
As time went on and she spent more and more of her waking hours with her remaining family, she started to fall for Howlingstar, even though he had been her sister's mate and now had a new mate who had just gifted him with kits. Whitedapple felt guilty and kept her feelings bottled up inside. They tore her apart from the inside out but she still kept them hidden and concealed and pretended everything was alright. But nothing was alright. Dragon and Ember had finally found her and brought war to Thunderclan. Both Howlingstar and Emberpaw died in the battle against her other family, as did many more cats before they were finally able to kill both Dragon and Ember. Thankfully no one knew that the two toms had been there for her and she wanted to keep it that way, even though she felt so guilty, especially looking at Howlingstar's mate and kits every day.
In the next coming moons, leafbare had come and Howlingstar's mate became sick with whitecough from how much she grieved for her mate. One of her kits, who were all apprentices by now, came down with the sickness as well. Before leafbare was over, both had passed, leaving two last kits. Whitedapple tried to spend time with them but ended up distancing herself instead because of how much guilt she felt and the two apprentices were left to grieve with one another, no other family around to help. By the time Whitedapple reached her 45th moon, she had gone through apprentice training and had become a warrior. The newer leader had allowed her to keep her name. Also by her 45th moon, she had fallen in love with another tom, a pure white, deaf tom named Hailstrike. Even though he was deaf, he had worked hard to become a warrior instead of an elder or a medicine cat and had worked hardest at fighting. Whitedapple wanted to tell the tom of her feelings but how could she? Sure he could read lips, but she was too shy and scared to. The days he decided she would, a fox attacked a small border patrol consisting of Hailstrike and one of the last remaining kits of Howlingstar. Both were killed. More warriors were sent out, including the sibling of the one who had died who wanted revenge. They weren't able to run it off and instead had to kill it, but not before it killed the very last remaining kit of Howlingstar and wounding a few others.
Whitedapple felt she was cursed. All she loved and all those who were related to her or to those she loved, perished. And while she wanted kits, had wanted them her whole life, she feared they wouldn't be safe with her as their mother and neither would their father be as her mate. So, she's closed herself off and stays away from toms the best she can. Most of the cats who still hadn't trusted her were gone or elders now, either perishing by injuries, battles, or diseases. And there are very few who even remember her past and she likes to keep it that way. She does her best to help the clan to her fullest potential but only does that. She tries to keep to herself while in camp and during patrols so as not to get too close to anyone else.
She's fought many battles alongside her clanmates, especially over Sunningrocks or with predators, and has caught many upon many of prey all these moons. She feels like she is being cursed for something. She'll live a long life but anyone she loves shall suffer an early death. So, no one is close to Whitedapple. No one really knows what she's like. And she always tries to stay away from toms and the nursery because she doesn't want to fall in love with any of the kits that she may see and end up having them caught up in her curse.
Kuwaki || Edda Rose
GENDER: female
AGE: 79 moons
CLAN: thunderclan
POSITION: senior warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION: an older white and brown mottled Snowshoe Siamese she-cat mix with sky blue eyes
APPEARANCE:
Whitedapple is a short-furred she-cat. Thanks to her short fur, you can see how small and lithe she is. To be completely honest, due to body structure, she looks more like a Windclan cat, thanks to her Siamese mixed mother. Though while she may look fragile, especially in her older age, she is actually quite powerful. Most of her power comes from determination, fear, and speed. If she get's going fast enough, she can use that to put more power into whatever she's doing. Fear of loosing anyone else drives her in her hunting and in battle. And finally determination. Determined to fight to her last breath to save the ones she loves, her clanmates, and to protect their territory.
You would think in her older age that her joints would start to ache and she'd feel more tired, but really, she's still pretty spry. She hasn't felt any aching in her joints or muscles yet, though she does feel slower and can get tired a bit more quickly, but other than that she still feels pretty much the same after taking care of her body, making sure she had enough exercise, but nothing too over the top where it would hurt her rather than help her.
Whitedapple was born mostly white with a black nose, black on the bridge of her nose and dark brown on the tip of her tail as well as her ears. As she got older, the first places that got the most color were her head, tail, and legs. Her paws and chest stayed pure white while the rest of her body darkened, except for her right front paw. There was two spots where there was dark brown in the white. Once she stopped darkening, her coloring is mottling between brown and white. On her back, sides, belly, and base of her tail is mottling of a light sage brown and creamy white. On the rest of her tail, legs, and head is mottling between a darker, chocolate type of brown and white. On her face and ears and the lower part of her back left paw is mottling between dark, dark brown (some areas black) and white. All of her whiskers are pure white and her paw pads are a light liver color. Her eyes pop against her fur, being blue.
Her eyes are quite intricate. They almost match her fur as the colors seem to be mottled like her fur. Only instead of browns and white, it's light and dark blue. Towards her pupils, is more dark blue with a bit of light blue mixed in, but the farther away from her pupils is a lighter blue with some dark blue speckles. It also has an overall effect of dark blue towards the top of her eyes and light blue at the bottom of her eyes, mostly when you are at an angle from her rather than straight on and the light hits it just right.
Overall, Whitedapple is a beautiful she-cat, even with a little bit of white hairs mixing in on the brown on her muzzle.
PERSONALITY:
~Caring~
Whitedapple was taught to be kind, caring, gentle, sweet, and loving and that's just what she became. Even with everything that has happened to her and the ones around her, she is still caring to others even though she doesn't show it much. She' a lot older than most cats in her clan and she just wants to take care of everyone as if all of them were her kits. She wants to go up to the cats who are hurting, physically or emotionally, and comfort them. Tell them it's all going to be alright. Tell them that's she's there for them. She wants a mate and kits of her own to love and care for, to watch grow up and get old together with a tom. She wants to live out her life helping others and then when she dies, go up to Starclan and watch out for everyone still living.
~Quiet~
This she-cat doesn't speak much. To anyone. If she has to, she will, but the most she's ever spoken to is to she-cats, and that's still not much. Her voice is soft and quiet, you'd almost miss her words if you weren't really listening. If she can help it, she won't even speak to a tom. You'd almost say she's a meek she-cat but no one can really pull one over on her or push her around. Her blue eyes show just how much she's seen and that she won't take any of your crap, and then she's gone, like a ghost in the wind. On the other hand, you wouldn't know it, but she's a great fighter. You can tell she puts her all into it and will be one of the first ones ready to go. Ready to protect her clanmates and her clan's territory. She'd do anything to keep everyone safe.
~Standoffish~
Probably everyone in her clan, and possibly even cats outside of Thunderclan, would agree that Whitedapple is standoffish and no one really knows much about her. If they think about it long enough, they will realize she avoids males as much as possible and will go out of her way to stay away from the nursery and kits. They might just shrug it off as she's scared of toms and perhaps she doesn't want to hurt the kits if they end up playing under her paws. But even more than that, she has no real friends, not even with she-cats. She mostly only speaks to she-cats, if she even speaks at all. And when she's in camp with nothing to do, she keeps to herself. Even on patrols, she will keep to herself and stay at the back of the patrol.
~Scared~
Whitedapple is scared. Actually she's beyond scared. She's frightened. No she's terrified. It feels like she has a curse attached to her. Everyone she loves dies. Everyone she has loved has died. Even those who were related to those she loved, have died. After moons of watching all these cats die, she's scared to love anyone. She's scared to drag anyone into that curse of hers and watch as everyone dies in what seems before their time, while she lives a long, but definitely not happy life. She's so scared of this curse that she wont even look at toms or kits because she is terrified she will fall in love with them and they will die soon afterward. (what she doesn't realize is, she pretty much has bad timing at falling in love and that's it. the curse isn't real, she just believes it is)
~Sad~
Overall, Whitedapple is sort of a sad and depressed cat. She wants to love and be loved but with how scared she is all the time of someone dying because of her, she can't be happy. She's always worried, always distancing herself, always...sad. She sees all these cat having kits or becoming mates and she looks at them mournfully and then has to glance away. It's easier that way, easier for everyone except her.
HISTORY:
To get the full picture we have to go back farther than when Whitedapple was born. Even farther back than when her mother became pregnant to her. All the way back to when her parent's first litter was born.
Lilyfreckle was in love with two toms and the two toms both loved the pale brown she-cat with greyish brown points and bright blue eyes. She hated having to choose between them so she chose one as her mate and continued to see both of them even though she felt guilty for it. The tom who was said to be her mate was named Blackleap. He was a young, amber eyed, black and white tuxedo tom who was always kind to her. The other tom she loved was named Adderblaze. Adderblaze was a burnt brown tabby tom with dark blue eyes. His personality was more of on the dangerous side, always challenging Lilyfreckle. Both toms gave her something she couldn't get with the other and she really wished she could just put the two together into one tom. She always feared, though, that Adderblaze would die from how reckless he was and how much trouble he got into. But it wasn't until after she was over a moon pregnant, with Adderblaze's kits she knew, that Blackleap, not Adderblaze, died in a worthless border skirmish.
She was worried that the kits wouldn't look like her, that they would look like their father Adderblaze and then everyone would know that they weren't Blackleap's kits. That she had tarnished the good and noble tom's name by pretending to be his mate. But she was relieved when her kits came. Two of them, an almost all white she-cat with only a little bit of dark brown on her nose and tail tip, and a silver tabby point tom. She named the she-kit Whitekit and the tom Rainkit. She loved those two dearly and proceeded to tell them their father was Blackleap. While she was in the nursery, she turned Adderblaze away. He grew angry at first then became indifferent. At two moons old, Rainkit fell ill with kitten-cough and while it should have healed up nicely, it turned into greencough and he died shortly after turning two moons old. Whitekit and Lilyfreckle mourned together and spent most of their time together, though Lilyfreckle often got tired of being cooped up in the nursery. Slowly, after a couple moons, she let Adderblaze back into her life and started to see him once more.
When Whitekit was five moons old, Lilyfreckle went out of the nursery for some fresh air. She still felt cooped up so she decided to take a walk outside of camp. She was feeling sick but hadn't wanted to bother the medicine cat and had thought the fresh air would do her good. The siamese queen had been so focused on breathing in the fresh air to calm her stomach, she hadn't realized how far she had traveled. She'd gone over the border! Only a few paces, but still! Quickly, with a shake of her head, she turned back and padded more slowly, feeling better now.
All of the sudden a smell that was similar to fox but slightly different and a loud crashing noise was all around her. She stared wide-eyed as a badger barreled straight for her. It took a few seconds before she was able to turn tail and race away. She launched herself onto a tree but her claws slipped and cost her precious seconds as she tried to scamper up the tree. But those seconds had cost her. The badger bit into her hind leg, breaking it in several places, and dragged her back down. She yowled out in pain and fear but she was too far away from the camp for anyone to hear her. It attacked her relentlessly, giving her several deep wounds and mangling one of her paws before she somehow managed to drag herself down an abandoned animal den too small for the badger but thankfully sturdy enough to take most of it's beatings though it did crumble down upon her form from it's weight. Just before she passed out, the badger quit trying to get her and she heard the sounds of it fighting another cat. Then everything went dark.
She awoke to pain and a soft of swinging sensation which was making her sick. A cat was carrying her on it's back. A loner tom to be exact. None of the scents around her smelled familiar. Even the air seemed so much different than any of the clan territories she had been in. She wanted to speak but her mouth was dry and she ended up passing out once again.
After several days of waking up through fevers and then falling back into that painless bliss that was darkness, she woke up completely to find the tom caring for her. She didn't trust him at first. Obviously, she'd grown up to be weary and suspicious of strangers, but over time, she slowly started to fall in love with him as she healed. As far as she could tell, this tom was perfect for her. He was a mix of Blackleap and Adderblaze. He was kind hearted but she could see that spark of adventure, of excitement within him.
She loved this loner, this tom named Falcon, even his looks was a perfect mix between the two toms she had loved before, a deep reddish brown tabby and white tom with green eyes. She loved him and yet she also missed her friends, her family, her kit. And he loved her too, even though it was obvious she was carrying another tom's kits. Adderblaze's kits. Which was a miracle seeing as how horribly wounded she had been from the badger attack. She decided to stay with him until the kits were old enough, then they would all go back. She'd bring Falcon with her. They could pass the kits off as being his and when she had the kits, she knew he would make a fine father. She had a large dark brown tabby tom with white paws and nose and a she-kit that was almost an exact replica of her previous she-kit. So she named the tom Ember and the she-kit Breeze, but inside she gave them clannames. Emberkit and Whitekit, as a tribute to her first Whitekit as she wasn't even sure if her daughter was still alive or not. Everything was perfect. The kits were growing fast and well and Lilyfreckle was healing just fine as well.
But then his brother came around only a moon after the kits were born. He was a pure black tom with dangerous green eyes. He stayed more in the background and Lilyfreckle was glad. He scared her but Falcon was always there to protect her and the kits. Until one day he wasn't. Dragon stalked up to her and snatched Ember from her belly and snarled at her when she tried to fight back. She froze in fear and he said that since the kit was old enough to survive without her milk, he'd raise him. And so Lilyfreckle rarely saw either tom after that. She kept her little Breeze close to her at all times.
As Breeze grew up, Lilyfreckle told her stories about her past life and even told Breeze her clan name, which she was supposed to keep a secret. Breeze always thought of her mothers stories as just that. Stories. Especially after Lilyfreckle realized she probably wouldn't be able to make the trip back to the clans, what with her broken back leg and mangled front paw. So she decided to stay there with Falcon. They both worried about Dragon but he for the most part stayed away, which was nice.
As Breeze got older, she started to darken more, gaining more color on her body and darker coloring on her legs, tail, and face. And when she hit six moons, her mother changed her secret name to Whitepaw.
it was many moons before Breeze saw her brother again, and when she did none of them recognized him. He was cold and vicious like Dragon. And the next day, both of them tried to take Breeze away from her mother. They would have succeeded if Falcon hadn't come back from hunting and had run them off. After that, he stayed close to them.
Since Lilyfreckle couldn't hunt anymore due to her injuries, Falcon took it upon himself to take Breeze out hunting. When they came back they found Lilyfreckle dying. Underneath the scent of blood was the scent of Dragon and Ember. Breeze wailed and cried for her mother not to leave her. Just before she died, Lilyfreckle told her daughter to run and never come back. Ever. To find the clans in her stories as they were real, not just stories. Lilyfreckle whispered Breeze's warrior name with her last few breaths, feeling it was her duty to give her daughter her final name. Whitedapple. Breeze and Falcon stayed with her long enough to give her comfort as she took her last breath and then buried her. Then Falcon turned to his adoptive daughter and grimly said that he would hold his brother and Ember off long enough for her to get away, as it was obvious they had come for her. Breeze didn't want to leave him and instead pleaded for him to come with her as she didn't know where to go. He showed her the general direction and then sent her off with a nip to the hind end before turning back to face his brother and adoptive son.
Breeze ran for moons, trying to crisscross and do all sort of stuff so the ones following her would loose her trail. She wasn't even truly sure if her uncle and brother were chasing her or if anyone was chasing her at all. For all she knew it could have been a fox that had gotten her mom. She was so focused on running, she barely spent anytime eating or sleeping or drinking water. And finally one day, she was so weak she tripped and rolled down an incline before coming to a stop at the base of a tree, deciding that the clans didn't exist and that she was ready to die.
But it would seem Starclan had been looking out for her, for she had reached Thunderclan's territory and their medicine cat had found her. She was 31 moons at the time. The medicine cat brought her back to camp and when she was well enough she told them her name. Not her rogue name though. No, after hearing her mother's voice, she gave them her secret name. Her clanname. She told them she was Whitedapple. This, as you you may understand, shocked the clan, for why would a rogue have a clan cat's name? She became suspicious in their eyes until she cleaned herself up and told them of her mother. They were amazed at how much she looked like a she-cat they had grow up in their clan. A she-cat named Whitesplash. And hadn't her mother been named Lilyfreckle? Many believed her but there were the cats who didn't believe her.
Whitedapple was extatic to have found the groups of cat she had always thought were just stories. And she had family here! But when she asked about them, the medicine cat and any other cat got quiet and looked to their leader, a Howlingstar at the time. Whitesplash had been his mate and had bore him three kits, two daughters and a son. But Whitesplash and one of her kits, one that looked like her, a Mousekit had died of whitecough. Their other daughter, Brightkit, had died as a kit. The only ones left now were Howlingstar and Emberkit, who was actually Emberpaw at the moment. And Howlignstar had found a new mate.
Whitedapple mourned the loss of a family she never knew but was happy to have Emberpaw. She tried to spend time with him and Howlingstar as she learned the ways of clan life and how to care for the clan. Seasons passed by and yet there was still cats who didn't trust her, even though she gave them no real reason not to.
As time went on and she spent more and more of her waking hours with her remaining family, she started to fall for Howlingstar, even though he had been her sister's mate and now had a new mate who had just gifted him with kits. Whitedapple felt guilty and kept her feelings bottled up inside. They tore her apart from the inside out but she still kept them hidden and concealed and pretended everything was alright. But nothing was alright. Dragon and Ember had finally found her and brought war to Thunderclan. Both Howlingstar and Emberpaw died in the battle against her other family, as did many more cats before they were finally able to kill both Dragon and Ember. Thankfully no one knew that the two toms had been there for her and she wanted to keep it that way, even though she felt so guilty, especially looking at Howlingstar's mate and kits every day.
In the next coming moons, leafbare had come and Howlingstar's mate became sick with whitecough from how much she grieved for her mate. One of her kits, who were all apprentices by now, came down with the sickness as well. Before leafbare was over, both had passed, leaving two last kits. Whitedapple tried to spend time with them but ended up distancing herself instead because of how much guilt she felt and the two apprentices were left to grieve with one another, no other family around to help. By the time Whitedapple reached her 45th moon, she had gone through apprentice training and had become a warrior. The newer leader had allowed her to keep her name. Also by her 45th moon, she had fallen in love with another tom, a pure white, deaf tom named Hailstrike. Even though he was deaf, he had worked hard to become a warrior instead of an elder or a medicine cat and had worked hardest at fighting. Whitedapple wanted to tell the tom of her feelings but how could she? Sure he could read lips, but she was too shy and scared to. The days he decided she would, a fox attacked a small border patrol consisting of Hailstrike and one of the last remaining kits of Howlingstar. Both were killed. More warriors were sent out, including the sibling of the one who had died who wanted revenge. They weren't able to run it off and instead had to kill it, but not before it killed the very last remaining kit of Howlingstar and wounding a few others.
Whitedapple felt she was cursed. All she loved and all those who were related to her or to those she loved, perished. And while she wanted kits, had wanted them her whole life, she feared they wouldn't be safe with her as their mother and neither would their father be as her mate. So, she's closed herself off and stays away from toms the best she can. Most of the cats who still hadn't trusted her were gone or elders now, either perishing by injuries, battles, or diseases. And there are very few who even remember her past and she likes to keep it that way. She does her best to help the clan to her fullest potential but only does that. She tries to keep to herself while in camp and during patrols so as not to get too close to anyone else.
She's fought many battles alongside her clanmates, especially over Sunningrocks or with predators, and has caught many upon many of prey all these moons. She feels like she is being cursed for something. She'll live a long life but anyone she loves shall suffer an early death. So, no one is close to Whitedapple. No one really knows what she's like. And she always tries to stay away from toms and the nursery because she doesn't want to fall in love with any of the kits that she may see and end up having them caught up in her curse.
Kuwaki || Edda Rose
