[Role]

Name:
Whitestep

White- Her white patches of fur
Step- Her skill of being fast on her feet.

Age:
38 moons

Appearance:
Whitestep is a black cat with a white chest, tail tip, muzzle, and paws. She has green eyes. Whitestep is lean, and quick.

Personality:
[+Motherly] [+Apologetic] [+Self-Control] [-Stressed To The Hilt] [-Tempermental] [-Depressed]

Whitestep is quite motherly, as you can read. She is a queen and has four kits, of course. She loves her kits to death, even more so since her mate died. Whitestep is very down about her loss, and even snaps at anyone who comes near her when she is upset. She can't handle social pressure well, but if it comes down to emergency pressure, she can remain calm. When Whitestep snaps at someone she is close to, she apologizes after she calms down. She usually stays guilty for the whole day, causing her to snap even more. Why is she so snappy? Unfortunately, Whitestep's mate, Leafclaw, drowned in the flood. He bumped his head against a rock, and got knocked out. Thus, he drowned. Whitestep is devastated by this revelation, and wants to search for her mate's body. She is determined to find the body, and bury it before any fox can get to it. She may need some emotional support, but Whitestep will try to remain calm.

PPD:
11.80

Roleplay Example:

 

Rosebelly hesitated, but entered the den. Her amber gaze scanned Snowstar's expression. Her face showed tranquility, but her eyes betrayed this. They were dark with worry, as if bad news was about to slam into her. Rosebelly frowned, and sat down. "My patrol went into ShadowClan territory," she explained carefully. "We found no prey, and the territory was destroyed by flood waters."

Rosebelly paused, her paws tingling with suspense. There was more to the story, but she had to consider her words first. The ginger molly frowned and glanced outside. Dirtpaw, her apprentice was playing with some of her companions, a bright cheery smile on her face. Rosebelly inwardly cringed at how the ShadowClan apprentice, Sharppaw, had snapped at Dirtpaw with such fury.

Rosebelly turned her attention back to Snowstar, meeting her gaze nervously. "We also found.. er.. a ShadowClan apprentice," she murmured. She mentally cuffed herself for showing how nervous she was. She should treat her leader like any other cat. Rosebelly straightened and flicked her striped tail side to side for a few moments. Anticipation made her hackle rise slightly, but she forced them back down, willing herself to stay calm. It was bad enough she made a fool of herself on the patrol. Rosebelly wondered how silly she looked with bristling fur being forced down constantly.

Rosebelly yet again put her focus on Snowstar. Rosebelly's amber eyes were dark with worry, and her face showed it as well. Her ears were picked, however, waiting for a reply. It wasn't our fault, she told herself. That apprentice was wandering by himself by chance. There is no way ShadowClan could still be living in their camp in all of this flood water. A pick of anger returned as she thought about how the apprentice had hatefully refused their help. Rosebelly once more focused back on Snowstar. She knew she was thinking too much about this, but her anxiety kept on rising and rising.

Do you plan on taking any hiatuses/small vacations in the next couple of days?:
Not ATM!

Anything Else?:
Nope :3