Post by Moony~! on Aug 25, 2008 19:21:47 GMT -8
N a m e: Whitebrook
G e n d e r: Tom
A g e: 31
C l a n: Loner
R a n k: Former Med Cat/Warrior
I m a g e: i161.photobucket.com/albums/t215/Moon_Marigold/Cats/Whitebrook.jpg (The NEW Whitebrook) www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/4138963/2/istockphoto_4138963_white_kitty_cat.jpg
F a m i l y: Bleh, his father died in the battle with Fangclan & Briarclan, and his mother died of old age.
M a t e: HE IS LOOKING AT A CERTAIN SHE-CAT FOR HE ABANDONED THE WARRIOR CODE!
K i t s: None.
C o m p a n i o n: Starvire the chinchilla. {Oh, my gosh! Isn't he so cute!}
Status: Missing
C o m p a n i o n . I m a g e: I'll have to go searching. *cop music*
Q u i c k . P h y s i c a l:
White fluffy fur with emerald/leafy green eyes.
F u l l . P h y s i c a l:
Whitebrook is a tom with white fluffy (maybe said poofy) and rather thick fur, with emerald or otherwise said leafy green eyes. He isn't lithe nor is he bulky. He's rather... inbetween. He has no scars or battle marks for in the one and only battle that he took place in, he was knocked senseless at the beginning.
P e r s o n a l i t y:
Whitebrook, like so many of my cats, has had a dark past. {I can't wait to get rid of him. I need to make some NORMAL clanborns XD} He once was childish and humorous, that is until the wretched past took toll. Now he is rather serious and has turned his back on the clancat ways, hoping to abandon all his knowledge from being a medicine cat in the past. Though, when he finds a hurt cat in need he instantly kicks into his Med Cat Mode. Good habits tend to be hard to get rid of, eh?
PAST DESCRIPTION--&
Whitebrook is a pure white tom with leafy green eyes. His fur may look a little ridiculous with it's poofy texture, but it fits his personality. Though Medicine Cats are revered for their wisdom he is widely known for his humor and lack of seriousity (xD is that a word?) throughout the loners. He is one of the best meddies you will have ever heard of though his clan was killed long ago his legend still flows through their allies. Though he seems quite foolish he does have a few of the normal traits, unusually smart, wise, and good at healing of course, patient, kind and caring. And most of all, close to Starclan. Whitebrook puts all his faith in StarClan, thanks them for his fresh kill, and commonly says. "May StarClan go with you." Even to enemies, one of the youngest medicine cats to have an apprentice at only 17 moons, he is one of the greatest StarClan bound cats you will ever meet.
H i s t o r y:
“Roseclan and Berryclan?” Mewed Gleamingpaw Whitebrook’s apprentice. The poofy white tom nodded, “Rouges took over their territory.” Gleamingpaw dipped her head. “But they were so nice.” Whitebrook nodded in agreement then told his apprentice to go to sleep. Not expecting anything close to what he would soon learn.
DREAM FROM WHITEBROOK’S POINT OF VEIW
Whitebrook padded through an unfamiliar forest, black and hollow though he could see starry cats all around. They seemed so thin and delicate he could see right through them. “Starclan?” He mewed in utter amazement. He still hadn’t been visited by his warrior ancestors, other than at the Moonpool of course, due to the long period of peace until now. The cats around him muttered then one cat stepped forward. “Yes, we are cats of Starclan.”
“We have come to tell you the truth, Roseclan and Berryclan were not driven out by rouges, loners, or any sort of twolegs. They were driven out by us.” Whitebrook’s eyes widened with shock, would Starclan really come forth and tell him that?
“Tell ANYONE of this truth, and we will send our wrath upon you also. If any of you servive. We will track you to the end of your days.” Then slowly the cats dissapeared from sight, leaving Whitebrook all alone in that misty forest.
DREAM FROM FANGCLAN’S ANCSESTOR’S POINT OF VEIW
Fangstar glanced around happily as the white warrior approached. As the tom asked questions and he answered thoughts went through his mind as he said.
“Yes, we are cats of Starclan.” //Doesn’t this fool know the difference between his anscestors and us?//
“We have come to tell you the truth, Roseclan and Berryclan were not driven out by rouges, loners, or any sort of twolegs. They were driven out by us.” //If he believes this… we can easily have revenge on Starclan by demolishing believers.//
“Tell ANYONE of this truth, and we will send our wrath upon you also. If any of you servive. We will track you to the end of your days.”// I know you will tell your leader. And we truly will, because chances are… you will lead us to other Starclan believers.//
Whitebrook woke up breathing hard and sweating his fur off. Standing up; he knew he had to tell the clan to truth whether it would bring them their end or not. Padding to his leader’s den he meowed, “Are you willing to risk your life for the truth?” And hearing the answer he told Smokestar the truth, and instantly the cats from FANGCLAN were ready to attack.
The sky went dark and rain started to pour as Smokestar led his clan into battle with cats that couldn’t be beaten.
THE SCENE OF THE BATTLE
Rain was pouring, land clashing with sky. Lightning clashing with darkness, as if it flashed everytime a cat would die. It seemed like hundreds, no thousands of cats poured out from a valley. Two cats in the lead of two different armies. One seemed to be more like floating that running, and the other seemed as real as ever. As the two parties crashed into each other it was as if running into ghosts. They would hit you but you couldn’t hit them.
At the sidelines two cats stood, a newly named medicine cat, named not before the warrior ancestors but before the leader instead. “Why was I not named at Moonpool?” Asked that cat, named Gleamingfall. “Because Starclan has turned against us.” Came the reply of the white cat, Whitebrook. And then Gleamingfall gave a terrified glance at her former mentor, then entered the battle without another word.
Stars killed cats and cats touched stars that night. And just like Roseclan and Berryclan, Briarclan was smothered to ash. Only one cat surviving, and that cat was the cat to bring this upon his clan. Fleeing to the woods of what is now known as Horizonclan. And as ‘Starclan’ promised, it followed him waiting for its chance to kill the last survivor. Or was it survivors?
O v e r a l l:
Everyone's gotta love this emo cat! My first ever "evil" murderous cat. Addicted to love and a certain she-cat this kawaii white fluff ball will soon be splattered with the red of blood and his green eyes will eventually disappear into the unknown as did his green stone which he loved so dearly. This past kind and lovable cat, is now the NEW AND EMO HATABLE & LOVABLE CAT! We love you Whitebrook!
S a m p l e:
See Da Goldenpaw! (Own sample eventually.)
C o d e . P h r a s e: Starlit Sorrows [/font]
