Whiteflame {WIP}

A Bit About You

Your Name ∙ Leah
Out of Character Name ∙ Tainted, Thinking
Chatango Username ∙ Meowkitty16
Contact Information ∙ my email, or pm
Other Characters You Play ∙ Taintedstar, Silvermist. Stormheart, Yodapaw, Chewpaw, Flashwind, Beartail
Time Zone ∙ Pacific
How You Found Us ∙ I'm the owner

Introductions

Character’s Name ∙ Whiteflame
Age ∙ 27 moons
Gender ∙ Female
Residing ∙ Bloodclan
Character Type ∙ Warrior

Mindset

Overall Personality ∙ Whiteflame likes to keep to herself. To get to know her, you need to break her shell. She truthfully is sweet and caring. She can get along with anyone, but that doesn't necessarily mean that she like the person. Whiteflame does not make friends easily. She is too shy to introduce herself to anyone, unless they speak first.

Whiteflame does not judge cats by the first impression. She knows that what really counts is inside. She has been judged just be her appearance so many time that she expects cats to judge her that way. But no cat should expect her to judge them that way. It is like one of those things that don't quite make sense. Lets say you have a friend that is an alcoholic, so you swear you will never be an alcoholic and you will never be like them.
Additional Tidbits ∙ Whiteflame is a very old charrie of mine that I am redoing. Also, if anyone would like to apply for her siblings, just ask :].

Reflection

Height ∙ 10 inches
Overall Appearance ∙ Have you ever heard the phrase don't judge a book by its cover? Most of us have. Well, Whiteflame is described perfectly with that phrase. The first thing you will notice on Whiteflame is her scars. Her entire body is covered in burn scars. Its feels smooth, but it is very noticeable. Her white pelt tries to mask it. And from far away you wouldn't be able to tell.

Whiteflame has a very lean figure. She also isn't as tall as most cats. Her ten inches in no measure to a tom's 14 or 15. She doesn't have very much muscle, in fact she has very little. And from that, she looks very feminine. You can tell from a ways away that she is well a she.

As in the previous paragraphs, Whiteflame has a white pelt. Her pelt is quite thick. Her hair is about as long as a main coon, but she is no Persian. Her eyes are a dull green at the edges, but toward the pupil a turquoise color results. They are truthfully magnifying.

Backstory

Family History ∙ She comes from a long line of Kittypets. Both Alexander and Cuttie lived with very rich families.
Family ∙ Cuttie--Mother Alexander--Father
Anthony (Tony)--Brother Kate--Sister Timothy (Timmy)--Brother Elizabeth (Lizzy)--Sister
Birthplace ∙ A kittypet home
Background ∙ The sky was amber. The sun was on its way to set. Now Cuttie was on her night stroll. She slept insdie at night, but was free during the day. She noticed a tom in front of her. He was handsome. His gray pelt went from his ears to his tail. He had a white speck on his chest. He stood tall. He was staring at her. As she met his gaze, he walked towards her. "Hello," she mowed. She also began to move to him. "Hello," he replied back.

They talked shortly, before Alexander took advantage of her. He knocked her to the ground and began to make love to her. To put it in simpler terms she was raped. No cries came from her, she was in total shock. She was to be fixed in three days, too late fro that. It was obvious that Alexander wasn't fixed. When Alexander was finished with his abuse, he left. He lived four houses down. Cuttie planned to confront him. She wanted to tear him to pieces. As she was planning, she heard the sweet voice of her owner. She rushed home.

The next morning she went to the house. She entered through a broken window. Nothing. No furniture, not people, and no Alexander. Cuttie was furious. She saw a note, written for her. "I have moved, too bad for you," it read. She stormed out of the house and returned to her own. She could do nothing.

Two days later, her owner brought her to the pound. Cuttie was nervous. Could the two-legs see that she was pregnant? Or would they kill her babies? Her owner brought her to the surgeon. He began to "feel her up" he looked confused and frustrated. "You cat is pregnant," he told Cuttie's owner. Her owner rejoiced. She was going to have a bunch of kittens in her household. She took Cuttie home and quickly told the other two-legs residing in the household.

The next months were torcher. Cuttie's owner would not leave her alone, ever! But, it paid off in the end. When Cuttie went into labor, she had a litter of five. Cuttie's owner decided to name them all complicated long, two-leg like names. There was Anthony, Kate, Timothy, Elizabeth, and Cynthia (Whiteflame). The kittens where kept inside at all time, and Cuttie came and went as she wished.

Have you ever seen a power burst from a lightning bolt? It shoots out of the sky and strikes on object. At first it is shook with electricity, but then it will slowly catch flame. When Cuttie was on one of her adventures, a lightning storm started. It rumbled a roared. The kittens hid under a near by bed, inside the house. Cuttie rushed home, but she was too late. The house was in flames.

The kittens were still hidden under the bed. Cuttie rushed in, she got everyone, but Cynthia (Whiteflame) and Kate. She back for Whiteflame and she was in flames. Cuttie quickly rushed her out and threw here in the nearest water source. Then cutie went back into the house, but she never came out neither did Kate. The kittens were all alone. Cynthia (Whiteflame) was severely burned.

Luckily, a tom cat came to the kittens. He noticed their condition. He asked where their parents were, but they had no reply. He brought Cynthia (Whiteflame) to Bloodclan camp. He handed her over to Whiterain, the medicine cat at the moment. While Whiterain treated Cynthia (Whiteflame), the tom went to retrieve her siblings.

When he found the kittens they were still all confused. He took them all to Whiterain to make sure that they were okay. They had some smoke inhalation, but they were going to be fine. Cynthia (Whiteflame) on the other hand was in terrible condition. Her entire pelt was burnt, and fell to ashes. Her skin had ugly burns seeping puss and blood. Luckily, Whiterain was one of the best medicine cat's that Bloodlcan had ever had. He quickly got Cynthia (Whiteflame) back on her feet.

When the leader, Mercurystar thought the time was right, she had a ceremony for each of the kittens. Of course, Anthony, Timothy, and Elizabeth had theirs before Cynthia (Whiteflame). Timothy, was named Thornkit, having the Thorn as the prefix because he was originally nicknamed Timmy, so Mercurystar wanted it to be an easy name for him to adjust to. Anthony, was named was named Adderkit, for around the same reason. Elizabeth was named Lizardkit because her nickname was Lizzy.

When Cythnia had her ceremony, almost all of her pelt returned. Mercurystar did not follow the system she did with Cynthia's sibling for Cynthia's name. Mercury gave Cynthia's name time and thought. She named her prefix white because she her pelt was white and that Whiterain cured her. Her suffix flame was because of the scars left by the fire. Those scars made her unique and Mercurystar thought that they should be embraced. And there came the name, Whiteflame, but at the moment her name is Whitekit.

During kit hood, Whiteflame usually stayed in the nursery. Walking was still painful for her, so she preferred not to moved around much. She also wasn't a playful kit. Her wounds would open quickly if she ever encountered a fight in that stage of her healing. Since she did not have a mother to take care of her, a queen nursed her and her siblings.

Thronkit, Adderkit, and Lizardkit would stay with her throughout most of the day, but at the day's peak, they went out like normal kits. They would never start a fit with her, but they would occasionally make fun of her. All of them felt sorry for her. Wondering why it was her left and not them. Did Cuttie love them more? Usually they answered no, but occasionally on those days that they doubted morals. Cuttie risked her life for all 5 of them, but only managed to save four.

Whitekit did have a very lonely kit hood. She didn't talk much either. It was almost as if all she did was dwell in her depression. She barely moved except for when it came to her weekly visits to Whiterain. Each week Whiterain would give Whitekit burdock root-to make sure no infection occurred-, comfrey-to soothe her wounds-, and goldenrod-to heal the wounds.

Over time, Whiterain and Whitekit became great friends. She soon found herself staying longer in Whiterain's den just to talk to her. Whitekit's siblings began to feel better for themselves and for her. They were happy that Whitekit was happy and they were happy that no longer did they think of their mother's love whether or not it was equal between the kits.

As the moons passed, all four kits became apprentices. No longer did Whitepaw need to be treated every week. She still went to Whiterain each night. Whitepaw considered being a medicine cat, but the work she saw Whiterain perform convinced her otherwise. Also, Whitepaw wanted to have kits someday and being a medicine cat forbids that. So instead, Mercurystar trained Whitepaw herself.

Whitepaw wasn't a very big fan of Mercurystar. Mercurystar was harsh and overworked Whitepaw. When they went on a hunting or fighting lesson, Mercurystar almost always lectured Whitepaw. Whitepaw made sure to be on time to every lesson, but Mercurystar was always late or earlier than Whitepaw. And Mercurystar's favorite lesson was patrol. They always went on patrol. It was the most boring task you could ever have. No conversation was being made, they just walked to and fro. Whitepaw hated it.

Miraculously, in the end Whitepaw found out the Mercurystar loved her. Mercurystar thought that she was one of the best apprentices she had ever trained. It was true. Whitepaw never talked back, and she always did as Mercurystar told her. Mercurystar never of course told this to Whitepaw, Whiterain told Whitepaw. Whiterain and Mercurystar were very close. Well, they had to be a medicine cat and a leader had to be a close as possible.

Whitepaw didn't see her siblings much anymore. Usually she was either out running errands with Mercurystar or in Whiterain's den. She was only in the apprentice den to sleep. She wasn't as antisocial as she was when she was a kit, but she still didn't talk much to anyone but Whiterain.

The apprentice moons passed quickly. Soon Whitepaw was standing next to Mercurystar and Mercurystar was presenting her and her siblings as warriors. Whitepaw was given her warrior name first. Whiteflame. She was so happy that she was finally a warrior. Thornpaw, was now Thornwing. Lizardpaw was now Lizardtail. Aderpaw became Adderclaw.

Her warrior months were not much different form her apprentice ones. The only thing was that she didn't see Mercurystar as much. When ever she could, Whiteflame was in Whiterain's den. The moons began to age Whiterain. You could tell by his appearance and his movements. Whiteflame began to help Whiterain with herbs and such because Whiterain did not have an apprentice. Whiteflame did her errands and stayed clear of treating warriors. She finally realized why she didn't want to be a medicine cat. The wounds and the screams of pain messed with her mind. She hated knowing that she was putting others in pain.

Soon after, Whiterain died. Old age finally took her life. Whiteflame laid by her body for three days. She couldn't give up. She couldn't let go. Whiterain was her best friend .Whiterain was like the father she never had. Many other wept over Whiterain, but none as much as Whiteflame. The worst part was Bloodclan no longer had a medicine cat. Whiteflame knew most of the herbs, so if an emergency ever happen Whiteflame knew what to do. But it would be hard for her to overcome her fear.

And so begins the true story...

Sample

The sweet smell of morning filled her lungs. She yawned. Her eyes slowly fluttered open. She stood. She glanced around her, the den was filled with sleeping warriors. She stepped out into the clearing. She arched her back and took a few steps forward with only her front feet. She felt relieved as she stretched. Fog covered the clearing. It felt nice against her pelt. Whiteflame took a deep breath as she prepared herself. Her stomach growled, quite loudly in fact. She glanced at the fresh kill pile. It was non-existent. She padded into the trees. A sleepy mouse was wobbling to its hole. She quickly pounced on it. Wow that was easy, she thought. She snapped its neck and brought it back to camp,. She dropped it where the freshkill pile was supposed to be. Then she headed back into the forrest for her own hunt for breakfast.

Contract

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--Thinking of You