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Name : Whitewhisker

Age : 26 moons

Gender : Tom

Personality : Whitewhisker likes to be independent and often thinks he can do better than others. He can come of as harsh and stubborn with other cats and likes to keep things to himself. Despite that, he is a loyal warrior for the clan and takes his job as a warrior very seriously. Whitewhisker is determined to be chosen for deputy even though he has never mentored an apprentice as he does not get along with the younger cats and doesn't really know how to interact with them. Even so, he wants a mate although he doesn't show it and often gets jealous when he sees other cats being affectionate towards each other.

Appearance :

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Clan : Shadowclan

Rank : Warrior

Strengths / Weaknesses :
+ Skilled in battle
+Bird hunting/ climbing trees
+Stealthy
-Swimming
-Untrusting
-Bad at problem solving

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Alrighty :D He sounds great c: Can you start?

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I'm gonna add some more weaknesses to Rainheart.. Check her Strengths / Weaknesses

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(Alright :) But I'm not good at opening xD)

The morning sun slowly rose, lighting up the dark camp. Rays of sun found their way across into the warriors den and warming up the sleeping cats. Whitewhisker slowly blinked his eyes open and stretched with a yawn before padding to the entrance of the den, surveying the campground to find a few other warriors awake. One day, I will awake and look at the camp from the high ledge. he thought to himself as he started to groom himself, licking his paw and drawing it over his ears. Then, without greeting the other warriors, he padded out of the camp to hunt.

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As beams of orange and red peeked through the trees, Rainheart woke up with big blue eyes meeting the opening of the den. Her brown paws rose to the mossy ground, and she shook her fluffy pelt. "Good morning, Rainheart..," a voice purred. Her ears flicked as she turned her head. Dustclaw.. The grey striped tom grinned as he stepped closer to the she-cat. "We were told to go on a hunt, since most of the others still aren't awake." Rainheart padded out of the den and into the calming rays of the sun. "Fine, but you better stay away from me," she warned, a slight hiss to her words. Dustclaw only nodded, but the grin was still plastered across his teeth. The she-cat rolled her eyes, turning towards the entrance of the camp. Dustclaw has had an eye on Rainheart for a while now, and Rainheart has been told that she's old enough to choose a mate. But she doesn't want a mate..

As the two strolled through the leafy forest, Dustclaw slowly made his way closer to the she-cat. Rainheart flattened her ears to her head. "Dustclaw..," she growled, and he stepped a few inches away. She scanned the surroundings, a few chirps of birds here and there. In the corner of her eye stood a small squirrel. She stopped walking, and Dustclaw stood at her side, cautiously looking around. Rainheart got low to her stomach, stalking up to the squirrel, it's back facing her. The little ears of the prey flicked, glancing around as it reached for an acorn. The she-cat jumped off of her back legs, though it didn't take her very high. She still landed on the tiny animal, her claws dug into it's fur. She wrapped her teeth around it's neck, closing down so it wouldn't breathe. It squeaked a little, though it stopped hesitating. She smiled, pulling her jaws away from the fresh kill. Rainheart licked her muzzle free of blood. As she looked around for more prey, and Dustclaw praised her with affectionate licks and body rubs, she saw a black tom. She hissed at her fellow warrior, but he continued to perform affectionate moves. The she-cat was going to be in heat soon, so she better stay clear of the grey tom. Her ears flicked as she pushed Dustclaw off of her, studying the tom.

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Whitewhisker padded into the pine forest with his mouth open to scent prey and his eyes constantly scanning the area for prey while his ears flicked at every bird call above. As the black tom stealthily moved deeper into the territory, he could smell that he was nearing the Shadowclan border and he heard the faint sound of the flowing river, indicating he was near Riverclan territory. His let his eyes look up at the tall pine trees, hoping there were any prey for him to hunt. Just then, he caught sight of a plump pigeon resting on the branch of a tree right near the border. Whitewhisker began making his way to it before silently climbing the tree, his claws unsheathed and his long back legs pushed him up the length of the tree and onto the branch where the pigeon was. He slightly opened his mouth, tasting the air to make sure he could not be detected before silently stalking it until he pounced. His legs propelled him towards the bird and his claws were outstretched and in one quick bite, the pigeon fell limp. The warrior ran a paw over his muzzle with a smirk on his face. It felt so satisfying to him.

Whitewhisker swiftly made his way down the tree, the pigeon dangling in his jaws. As he buried the fresh-kill, he thought he could hear voices on the other side of the border. Riverclan cats he thought to himself and decided he should keep an eye on them just in case. The tom began making his way up a tree once again and peered over to try to spot the Riverclan cats.

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Rainheart's ears flicked as she heard a faint thump hit the grass. She looked around, and there stood the black tom. She twitched her small, black nose. Dustclaw, on the other hand, stepped closer to the unfamiliar feline. "Hey! What're you doing so close to the border?" he asked, his tail swaying. Rainheart flattened her ears nervously. "Dustclaw.. Stop. Don't start anything." The tom glanced back at her, but padded closer to the river. The she-cat lowered herself to the ground. "Dustclaw!" The grey pelted cat only sat on his haunches, staring him down. Rainheart's blue eyes became larger, a worried expression across her furry face. She sent her fellow clanmate a hiss, though Dustclaw, once again, didn't respond.

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Whitewhisker squinted his eyes at the grey Riverclan tom and then glanced behind him to find a she-cat. He let out a small growl, they were obviously seemed like mates to him, the way the she-cat had such a worried expression on her face for the grey tom and a wave of jealously came over him. "I could ask the same to you." The tom retorted with a scrowl as he also began taking steps closer. He unsheathed his claws and glared fiercely at the other tom cat, as if daring him to start a fight.

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Dustclaw's ears flattened, his darker tail slashing back and forth. "Hmm.. You seem very smart," he hummed sarcastically, an eye roll added. Rainheart watched as Dustclaw leaped over the small, narrow way of water. She stood up, ready to warn her clan about the upcoming brawl. Dustclaw's mouth opened, hissing loudly, his claws digging into the ground. "Rainheart.. Stay back. I'll protect you." Though, Rainheart would've rolled her eyes, she became more anxious. It all flashed, Dustclaw pouncing onto the tom. He ripped at his underbelly, his teeth clamped down on his fur. The she-cat slowly padded to the river, swimming across the fast water. She shook her pelt after climbing out, quickly running to the other two. Rainheart pushed Dustclaw off of the black feline. A warning hiss echoed into his ears, staring him down. "I had told you to stop.." She turned to the other clan cat, checking over his scars. She flattened her ears, fear taking over her worried act towards the tom. "A-Are you okay? Did he h-hurt you?" she asked, meeting his golden, yellow eyes.

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Whitewhisker let out a yowl as the grey cat pounced onto him, making him fall on his backside. He knew his belly was now vulnerable but that didn't stop him from slashing his claws across the grey cat's muzzle and ears, drawing blood. He let out a hiss as he couldn't move under the other cat's weight but he was enraged by every strike that was made on his body. But when he felt weight suddenly being removed, he took his chance and jumped to his feet hissing in fury but to only find the she-cat looking at him. Her gaze soothed him, and he felt his anger retreat, which lead him to feel all his wounds and he winced, though he remained most of his posture. "Does it look like I'm unhurt?" he said harshly before glancing at the grey tom and felt more confident after seeing he too had injuries. "Why do you care?" he asked, his voice now filled with curiosity.

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Rainheart flinched, making her step back at his forceful words. "I-I'm sorry.. I just didn't want you hurt." She flattened her ears, drawing her eyes from the angered tom. She looked towards Dustclaw, her ears still pressed to her skull. She nudged up the grey tom, and he stood with hesitation. Dustclaw sent him a threatening glare, though turned to the she-cat. "Sorry to b-bother you.. We'll be g-going," she said, meaning no harm. She quickly turned, walking fast from the tom. She swam across the river, helping up Dustclaw. They both shook, making there way towards Riverclan's camp. Rainheart quickly padded to the Medicine Cat's den, Dustclaw slowly following. "Can you take care of him? I didn't catch enough prey," she told her littermate.

Her swift, small body lead her back to their recent destination. The black tom still stood there, but she ignored him. Her ears remained flattened, showing him mercy as she pounced on a small rabbit.

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Whitewhisker felt dazed as the Riverclan cats walked away. He began grooming his blood-stained pelt, feeling the sting of every wound as his tongue rasped over them. After, he tried to walk back to collect the pigeon he had caught but he only moved a few steps before he forced himself to stop from a great amount of pain and he simply stood there helplessly. He greatly hoped no border patrol from his clan would come around and see him like this or he would become a laughing stock to the clan. Then, he thought about the she-cat. She had saved him. But why? Just then, he saw the she-cat heading towards him and his heart raced at the thought that she might have brought a patrol but relaxed once he could see she came alone. He noticed her ears were still flattened and he watched as she hunted a rabbit. The black tom waited until she had made the kill before speaking. "What are you doing? Why have you come back?" he demanded.

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Rainheart's body lowered to the grass, the rabbit dropping to her paws. The tom scared her with his strong voice. She decided not to look at him, instead staring at a leaf on the ground. "I'm h-hunting.. We've gone quite low o-on prey.. Sorry to i-intrude." She slightly lifted herself, though she kept low. She was afraid he would lash out and attack her, too.. She slowly glanced to him. "I-I could help you with your w-wounds, if y-you'd like..," she softly mewed, though she remained low. "Please d-don't hurt me.. I was only o-offering.." Rainheart's ears pressed closer to her fur, her eyes quickly leaving his. She was afraid of him.. Afraid that he'd attack her whole clan from the sudden brawl.

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