Whitekit- Whitepaw- Whiteviper- Viper
Age: 1.7 moons [17 human]
[ Fierce ] : Viper is driven by a fierce, persistent determination to win and his guts in battle have proved to let him get a favorable result. However, his volatile emotions often turn into childish behavior and becomes tiresome to his friends. Viper himself cannot control his tumultuous soul. Even if seriously wounded, the moment he detects the presence of those he most protect at all costs he would completely forget the pain. The overflow of his emotions went beyond his body's limits. Viper is incredibly hotheaded and easy to upset, often striking out with his fists at the source of his annoyance. He often was seen even hitting little kids if they bothered him
[ Sarcastic ] : He may hold back many of his deep personalities such as being a softy or sweet. He doesn’t hold back being sarcastic, even though most of it is when he is being rude. He is very mean and sarcastic by nature and can’t go without sounding rude to someone for a period of time. He likes to say ‘Really’ in a sarcastic tone and such things as “I would have neevvver thought of that’ this gets under the cat’s noses easily, but you’ll eventually learn to live with it.
[ Impatient ] : It’s a habit for him to get impatient easily. He’s rather impatient when it comes to getting food or fighting someone. He always wants it now or just plainly get it done was soon as possible so he doesn’t have to have his tail torn off later. Rather than sitting in one area for a period of time, he’d most likely have to get up and sniff something out, just to waste time. He does hold a chivalrous side, as he refuses to physically harm she-cats under any circumstance (Unless they pick a fight with him). He is impatient by nature and can be very prideful, having much difficulty to admit he was wrong about something. During any arguments with she-cats, it takes a lot for him to accept his mistake.
[ Reckless ] : Rather than analyze matters, Viper runs on reckless emotion and-even if seriously injured in battle- he eventually achieved favorable results in the end. Viper's instinct and experience is a product of daily training. When he sees something new, his eyes light up and he tries to interact with it. Viper is dense and rather slow to catch on to something.
[ Good inner nature ] : However, despite how cynical and anti-social he outwardly behaves, the sides of himself that he reveals in casual moments exposes his good inner nature. He cannot hide his true feelings. Although his friends describe him as "easily deceived and honest to a fault" and "unable to understand the subtleties of the feline spirit", his personality is difficult to dislike. Viper is extremely susceptible to trickery, and has a blunt, almost brutal honesty about most things, which is why he often seems to be rude and disrespectful to others
[ Other ] : Viper has said that it's best to kill anyone who bares their teeth as soon as possible, but sometimes-special circumstances prevent him from doing so. He hates those that kill for fun and gladly rescues people in torment. He realized that all life is equally important which is a huge contrast from how he once was. Viper hates to kill felines and even if they are lowly bandits, he is consumed with guilt. He has a strong distaste for cats who ostracized from others for just being different, which he likens to his own lonely, miserable childhood.
-Two over sized fangs
-Light pink stripes
-Long fur on head and stomach
-He's an albino
-Secretly has a kind hert
-He loves fish
-Personally likes to sleep upwards; against a tree or the side of his den.
It all began in the clan Of stones. A newly named warrior Whitefrost. Of course she was a great cat and earned the name. She and a few other cats gathered for 'their' first patrol alone. That day she was not the only one to be named a warrior. Her sister and best friend strolled with her. That day the three was threatened by a tom called Blackwing. He held the name of a warrior also. His name also redirected the meaning since he was an albino. He was chaste out of Stoneclans territory but was never forgotten by Whitefrost. She had seemed to grow a certain liking to this tom and had many questions about him. It was a gloomy damp day when she decided to find him. But of course she did. The same tom who was not a warrior but a rogue but held the name of one. He wasn't like any other rogue and was plight to Whitefrost. The two began to talk more and more each day. His mother soon began to fall in love with this tom and so did he. It was soon when she was bed ridden but because she had gotten pregnant. This was to be expected by the two since they were practicably mates, but of course forbidden. Unable to see her mate, she stayed in the clan as her belly grew swollen by the day.
It was then during a tremendous busy day and many clans were in war when Whitefrost had gone into labor. She was helped out by their medicine cat, Willowsleep since she was given a hard time baring them. As soon as all three were born, they all looked like there mother; white and tan spots seeping through out their body. But there was one that resembled the father perfectly. This kit was the only kit to survive the batch and so she named him Whitekit out of any effort. Haunted that two out of three of her kits died she divorced him; his mother refused to feed him and his father wanted nothing to do with him. His father not wanting any part of his life was due to his own personality and him being kicked out of his own clan for unknown reasons. As soon as the small white kit could stand he was picked on for being a half breed, also known as being half rogue. Kits didn't know that no matter what he was still Stoneclan kit.
His "bad attitude", foul language, extreme self-confidence are comparable to that of an orphaned kitten street punk who has been forced to fend for himself from the age of perhaps three moons and older.
With the incredible strength and personality of his father within his blood line, Whitekit is able to survive hostile encounters with other kits and apprentices. At the age of five moons he was stronger than many full apprentices, his constantly being targeted by them due to his half-clan status which inevitably fueled his desire to become stronger.
At the age six moons, the once known Whitekit was named Whitepaw.
For all his strength and stamina, Viper's strength is useless against more skilled fighters and opponents who are adaptable and or rely more on their wits. As noted by many onlookers and opponents, he has no proficiency, adaptability, or improvisation or martial ability, relying on predictable, head-on energy attacks and wide, unfocused strikes that usually miss their mark. His overall thoughtless approach to combat has been proven to be his downfall many times, allowing enemies to explote gaping holes in his attack patterns.
While powerful for a rogue, Viper, on his own, is relatively unimpressive compared to full-warriors and apprentices with more versatile abiliites, posssessing only brute strength and a moderately impressive healing ability and senses. His abiliites both make up for his poor technical ability and his lack of range and attack diversity; this has only served to further his poor technique to the point.
- "I just don't like giving up. There's a difference!"
- "Feh! Serves him right."
- "Eh! Grow up!"
- "You'r really starting to get on my nerves..."
- "Get off my back will yeah!"
- "Peh, Your not worth it"
- "Just shut up"
= Good friend/Best friend
Everything Blossomwhisker loved or knew was falling apart in her paws. How could she have allowed so many things in her life to turn for the worst? Each turn she had made, just seemed to get darker and darker, like being forced into a dark room and no light, or even a sound. Blossomwhisker began to close herself in. Refusing to speak, and seemed to yell at others more than ever. How, why? Blossomwhisker's voice sung in her head as she spoke, nothing but it echoing in the large area. Her life was most likely worse than any other cat in the clan at this moment. Her sister was gone for a prophecy; she was a part of a prophecy! She couldn't believe this; her sister was on a mission for the clans. She was so brave, much more than Blossom could ever be. But what hurt the most is that her sister, her best friend may never return. But then again what if she does, will she be different? She nodded her head back and forth, "No, I have to keep faith in her, that's all I have". Lifting up her body from the cold surface of the warriors den, the young feline let out a ‘oof’ as she fell to the ground once more, confused and a little dazed, she had no idea why she was couldn't walk "Water...” She whispered softly "That's it...I just need a little water is all." Standing up once more, she found a steady footing. Blossomwhisker's head tried to wrap around everything, not allowing one gap of thoughts loose. The next thing that came to mind was her best friend, or well...friend now. The calico she-cat grew a smile, those days. She began to remind herself how she introduced herself to the young black and white tom when she was a kit, almost an apprentice. The two picked on each other and got along well, he even gave her a nick name "Sweets'. "It’s been moons since he's called me that" She mewed as she began to walk past the food pile. Everything was in slow motion. Each cat that seemed to walk by took minutes for them to pass her. Shroudedmist now, yes he was a warrior now, both were. Shroudedmist and Blossompaw where only a few moons apart. Blossom was now at least thirteen moons old. Shrouded was now a father, "He was a fool to think I wouldn't notice..." Squinting her eyes she refused to cry. The memories of the good times hurt, how could they hurt? She had always thought when the good times get rough, she could just think of those times and it would make it better, but no, it had just opened her wounds more. Shrouded claimed over and over he was in love with her, though now she realized he was just using her. True, she said no to him when he told her, but at least she didn't lie. The only thing Blossomwhisker didn't understand is why she thought of him so much and why it hurt so badly. "First, I lose my sister, then my best friend, my love, and now my trust in my family." After she had gotten out of the state of daydreaming, she noticed the surroundings around her. She was out of camp, and the day was gloomy. Was it raining? Taking her blue gaze off of a bush full of red lush berries and to the sky. It was, it was pouring harder and harder each time. How couldn't she have noticed, she had hatted rain and refused to get wet. A few minutes later she had sat down by the bush, now soaking wet and dripping. Her eyes were dull and lost their light. Still taking in the sweet beautify, but losing the spark. "HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO STUPID?!" She began to scream, followed by a few tears "He lied to me...He told me he loved me then moved on....He is now a father, my best friend thought I was foolish enough to not notice.." Taking in deep breaths caused by her crying, she paused. "Snarethroat...Why didn't I just stay with you....or why didn't I just listen to you Sweet...You! You were the one who told me he was trouble and I...I didn't listen to you.." Feeling her heart sink she couldn’t believe how many mistakes she had done. Last moon, last moon was when most things started to fall apart. It was the month she had yelled at her best friend for the first time about the kits, right after he told her he loved her again and said he wasn’t going to give up on her. Her sister left, she broke up with Snarthroat and her family found out about her cross clan relationship. Her sister left for the prophecy, angered at Blossomwhisker. Blossomwhisker now began to care less and less about her life and why she should live, why should I? Her eyes shot open, “I’m sure no one realized I left…” Turing around, her eyes narrowed toward her camp, but of course she was too far to see it; with the rain making the air misty and white, and making the smell fade. “My life has no purpose anymore.” She had decided. The cat who had barley lived half her life, had decided whether to end her life. Taking in a few more scents of the sweet earthy smells. Examining everything, the river that had ran in front of her splashed on the rocks down below, making the rapids grow stronger each time. The soft refreshing breeze and the feeling of her paws in the mud. The bush she had noticed before and had stood by for some time now wasn’t just a normal berry bush, it had grown ‘death berries’ something that could kill a cat instant. Rolling a few off of the bush with a push of her paw, she picked up a few, grasping them in her paw just for her last memories. They were red in color, red like the trees in fall, and round like a stone. They were so beautiful and yet so deadly. Raising a paw, Blossomwhisker let the deadly berries fall into her mouth. Before everything had gone black, the last thing she had heard was her name, who would have yelled her name? She thought, though only to be stopped as she fell to the ground. Dazed and her vision now gone blurry, she thought it had been useless to even try to spot the cat who had called out her name. Even if she did see them, they would be nothing but a blur.