Whiteblaze of Thunderclan

[bladestar]

Whiteblaze

34 moons | Tom | Thunderclan | Warrior

"You just don't get it, there isn't a thing I don't Cherish"

A gray Tom with green eyes.

Appearance:Whiteblaze happens to be a mix of white and gray, the white in his fur stands out a bit more then the gray would, but that's only if you look closely. From a distance he just ends up looking gray, the gray came from his father and the white from his mother. Or at least that is what they thought, the tips of his ears are slightly bent down. His father's ears were exactly like that, and well as his father got older it changed to be straight. So they figure the same thing will happen to Whiteblaze. The fact that is tail curves inwards a bit at the end is something he inherited from his mother.

His paws seem to be just white, but if looking closely there is a really light gray color mixed into it. His eyes are not from his mother or father, they are just like his father's father though. And well there ain't much more other then a few scars, some worse then others. He has a scar on his leg, it runs down the back of his leg, from a branch, it kinda was caused when he was younger, and just got covered up by the fur as he got older.

Other then that he is just like any other cat, just a few hidden secrets.

Persona:Whiteblaze is usually a calm, if not harsh cat. But if he is alone or with a cat he trusts, his personality changes to that of a cat who is just looking for someone important to him. He tends to keep to himself, so no one notices that he is really lonely. Usually very distant and quiet, but when he actually speaks up he is usually very loud. He is a nice cat but he tends to keep that to himself, and well he only tends to get to know one cat. And she is the only one he is truly nice to, other then when he might get to know other cats.

Which she has been trying to get him to do. But in a sense he is afraid of the others, though that is hidden behind what his fake face seems to say. He does not talk to cats in his own clan often but when he meets at the gathering well the ones he ends up going to he does talk a little bit more. So at least that is a start.

He is one for taking risks, not truly caring what it was gonna happen to him. He would rather have others safe and happy then himself in the long run.

History:

Kit life: Whitekit was born to just a she-cat about a few days before he was supposed to show up well his father had been killed, his father had white in his name as well. So he was named after his father in a sense and the white in his fur as well. He was not told about his father but as he lay there curled up close to his mother, he felt someone's nose touch him and it was not his mother's. He could feel his father's presence and well as he fell back into a deep sleep, he had to wonder where his father had gone. He was to young to understand it anymore, but he would just have to live with it. The older he got the more he felt like that presence seemed to follow him. He was always looking over his shoulder to see if he saw him. But it seemed that only he could see his father, unless he wanted someone else to see him. Whitekit had to wonder if his father was trying to protect him or teach him.

Each time he had a dream he was learning more and more from his father or at least he thought it was his father who was teaching him all of this. He was just a kit but when he played he was a bit more rough of then the others, and he had to deal with that as well. Not that it was gonna help him either. He got in trouble and was sitting in the nursery with his mother, he felt a paw on his tail when he tried to sneak away. He had thought it was his mother, but as he looked up it was his father and he was shaking his head.

It was like his father wanted him to always do the right thing no matter what, and he was getting used to having his father watching over him like that. He was training to be an apprentice and he liked hearing the stories the elder's would tell. He wanted to be a hero and protect the cats that needed his help. If he died a hero like his father did that mean he would be able to be like his father. He had never known his dad, but it had given him a dream and he was gonna live that dream with honor and never stop believing that he could be what he wanted to be. Part of him had to figure that was what his father was trying to teach him. He still saw his father even on the day he was being made into an apprentice.

And he was looking at his father who stood by his mother rubbing against her, he smiled and went back the ceremony. When it was over he looked back and saw his father walking away with a smile on his face. That was one of the things he had wanted was to his father smile and be happy with him.

Apprentice: his first night as an apprentice was not really eventful, it was just sitting and watching to make sure nothing happened, he just wanted to start his training as well, though he was also looking for his father. The cat was not anywhere to be found and yet he had just hoped he would have seen him one way or another it was just not gonna make this much easier for him now was it. He waited and well when the other cats started to come out he got up and realized that he should have gone into the den before they had gotten up, but he had been looking for his father all night long. And at least now he was going to end up getting things right for once and his father would be able to be even more proud of him as far as he was concerned. It was what he wanted after all.

Warrior:He was a little late on becoming a warrior for reasons he does not wish to discuss though he still has things he needs to explain. He was injured but he would not tell anyone in the clan why he was hurt like that, to him they did not need to know. He would not let anyone find out not now not ever right, unless he had a good reason to let them find out. He had been left alone other then his mother, and he was seeing his father's spirit more and more. He was thinking he was losing it now that he had become a warrior but he couldn't have been. He kept to his life and well now he has a mate, the only problem is his mate is in another clan. Not that he'd tell anyone if they asked him about it, he keeps that to himself most of the time.


Rp Ex: Whiteblaze moved through the trees, he was sneaking away from the camp yet again looking for something he needed to find not that anyone needed to know right. He had more important things on his mind, one was seeing the cat he loved, the other was trying to figure out what he would do with his father's spirit, that cat was showing up more and more now. He hated it, but at the same time didn't mind it as much. There had to be a reason and he was waiting to know what that reason was. 'Where is she?' he leaned back and waited for her, his tail flicking at the ground impatiently she had to show up soon or he would get bored again.

He had to be careful or she would get in trouble, he did not want anyone else to find him out here, he was not in the mood of getting busted either. He would just not speak up about it anymore before he got busted.

He sniffed the air, and waited for her, if she was going to come out here she would on her own right. That was the plan and it always was.

[nova|nebula]

Accepted!
Good job Blady, now could you post in "Shocked"?

EDIT
Is the mate of SandShadow of Riverclan.