snow-whisper of riverclan

[dinobones]

Name: snow-whisper
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Warrior
Personality:

[ on | the | surface ]

To most, snow-whisper is a snob. She is full of herself and how she looks. This is mainly due to history. snow-whisper is worried about her looks because she beleives everyone will like her if shes pretty and well groomed. Not because she dislikes the idea of getting her coat dirty. If you read her history, this will make sense to you. They see someone with spice and attitude. Someone who snaps with ease and grace. She worries that if she lets anyone in, they will see the weakness of her vanity. That they will see that she really isnt as snobby as she comes off as.

[ beyond | the | looks ]

if you are a clanmate you get a look into the shecat snow-whisper. She isnt who she pretends to be. snow-whisper is a polite and gentle shecat who was practically a born gentle lady. She has manners and grace, both of which come with ease to her. She will say yes sir and yes ma'am. Sometimes it comes off with a southern accent, even though none is really present. She is a gentle beast that handles a kit with the outmost care and ease. She treats a sick cat with love and affection, often proving herself a worthy medicine cat. But her paws just dont lead down that road.

snow-whisper has a thing for loyalty and honor, it shows. She shuns anyone with an ounce of traitor in them, treats them like they are the dirt under her feet. She holds herself in a way that makes her honorable roots show. She rarely allows herself to be small and meek around anyone. Only two of her greatest fears ever show, her fear of dying and her fear of water taller than her. I think, in one way or another, everyone thats youthful fears their own death. This isnt a rare fear. Her fear of water is unusual for her being a riverclan cat, but she nearly drowned as a kit and has been afraid ever since.

[ look | deep | into | her | heart | and | soul ]

Beyond that, there is a deeper cat inside for those willing enough to look. Theres a romantic, adreamer, a lover. Someone who beleives in a better world, a world where no one gets hurt. She want to find someone to love and to love her back. Sweet and adorable is the parfect way to describe this inner shell of snow-whisper. Shes sweet as candy, able to love anyone who gives a crap to dig this deep. Shes adorable and playful, not afraid to get dirty. She will play with you like a little kitten until dawn.

Not everything is perfext in this world. This is also where her darkest fears unwind. She is afraid of getting her heart broke. Shes afraid of putting herself out there and being rebuked or told no. But shes also afraid of tears and crying. Both of her own tears and other cats tears. She doesnt like them, because that means she would have gotten hurt, whicb is one of her greatest fears. Like i said, not everything is well in the world of deep inside.

Description:

a self absorbed snob who cares only about her appearence. She really isnt, but you never would guess that. She fusses over her coat, about how she looks and how clean it looks. They often knock her off as not worth their time because of it. Her green eyes shine with her sweet and gentle side, but not many cats look close enough to see that. They only see the sheen of her gray and orange tabby coat, and how they shine like crystals in the sunlight.

Clan Page Description:

snow-whisper; average sized ginger and brown tabby cat with sharp green eyes

History:

[ everything | I | thought | I | knew ]
before i was born

Mother and father had been together forever, they were one of those couples that everyone knew would last forever. They were mates come the beginning of becoming warriors. But there was one problem, mother could never seem to get pregnant with fathers kits. I have no siblings to speak of, none at all. They finally found out they were having me a moon before they decided to move into the elders den. Guess that plan got messed up.

[ I | was | the | only | one ]
and along came me

It was a cold day. They said the snow that started upon my birth was an omen. That it meant i would be cold as snow and would only ever bring bad news to the clan. Mother never listened to them. She showered me with unconditional love. I was the only she loved. I should explain. Father died of greencough during my birth. I never got to know him. I think it was better that way. Mom always said he was an amazing cat. She left it at that when i asked. I never asked again.

I made the moon old mark, which most cats thought i wouldnt. Mother never said i was a burden, even though i probably was. Without any siblings, and the lack of leafbare born kittens, i was alone. Which singled me out for the clans love. Someone always had an eye on me, which was why everyone was shocked when i fell in the river. I wandered off on my own and over to the edge of the camp. It was a shallow end and i wanted to try my swimming out. I tripped on a rock and nearly drowned. Blackpaw saved my life.

[ everything | i | thought | i | knew ]
i become a grown up

My apprentice ceromony was held before the first snow storm of the season. Of course it started after she was given the name crystalpaw. Some again deemed this an omen and stayed away from her. Most continued tobe friendly to her. Her mentor was a well loved tom named Heronscreech. He was a solid dark chocalate color, like that of a havanah brown, with yellow eyes to match. He was my mentor and i oftencounted him as the father i never had. He treated me like his daughter.

While my mentor taught me well and was a huge part of my life, he wasnt the biggest part of my life. Blackpaw, the tom who had saved me as a kit, took me under his wing as well. He helped me out with everything, including the elders. He made everything fun. Would you be surprised if i told you i developed a crush on him. Because it didnt seem like that big of a shock. He was the fireman that pulled me out of a burning building and then swept me off my paws.

We went to the moonpool trip together, you know the trip. The one every apprentice has to take before becoming a warrior. I was overjoyed. We didnt actually go inside the den, we just gaurded the entrance. It was boring and nothing really happened. Well, enemy wise. Between the two of us, sparks flew. We laughed and touched noses, which was unheard of for apprentices. But not any worse then us curling up in a ball together and falling asleep.

It didnt last long. Our leader came out screeching that we had to go home right now. So we practically ran home. And straight into a badger attack. Blackpaw fought hard and he fought by my side. He never left me alone during that battle. In the midst of it, between attacks, he told me he loved me and that hed be my mate when i became a warrior. Which happened sooner than we both thought. After the battle was over, the ceromony was performed for the both of us.

[ so | much | for | my | happy | ending ]
i become a warrior to be proud of

I was named snow-whisper, upon which a single large snowflake fell upon mynose and stayed for a minute without melting. He was named blackcry, for reasons i now understand. We were warriors and i thought we were in love. But after that battle, blackcry wasnt the same. Like his wounds had not only spilled blood, but his happy persepective of tthe world. He still spent time with me , but slowly less and less each time.

It worried me. So i asked him about it. He confirmed what i said. I told him that battles could be tough on apprentiaces, but that he had to move past it or his life would change. I wasnt about to force there to be something in thid relationship that wasnt there. It just wasnt fair to me. He promised me that hed try. He promised me he would change. For a while, he did change.

But i dont think for the better, because i maybe got a few minutes with him each day before i fell asleep. Until one day. It was a warmer afternoon. He spent all dzy with me, laughing and playing. He told me he loved me all day. I know now that he was lying. Because at the end of the day that we were done with, that he just didnt feel the sparks anymore. Thats a nice way to put what he said. In truth, he told me i wasnt pretty enough to be his mate and carry his kit.

It hurt me, cut deeper than it should have. Because i cried and he left me. I was suddenly alone and without the one i loved. My heart began to rot, my mindbegan to twist. I could tell, because suddenly looks were important to me. They never mattered to me before. Now it seemed like looks decided who liked me and who didnt. It became my life, i threw myself into it so i could hide from the pain.

I finally healed and lifes not about grooming as much. But that habbit is to there to kill. Looks were second only to my need to be loved. But no one has seen that part of me. If i were to show anything but my good looks, no one would like me. Thats how it worked in life. Looks were imporant to finding who you liked. If you were pretty, theyd like you. If not, they wouldnt. Thats how my life works. Now and forever.