Posts by pheonixclan

Name: Whitepelt
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: Deputy
Appearence: White with ice-blue eyes
Mate: None
Crush: Runningheart
Kits: None

Yay!

Whitepelt padded up to the both of them and meowed, "I hope everyone enjoys their duties, otherwise what kind of clan would we be?"

Whitepelt's face turned serious. The past still caused pain she didn't want to dig up. Not now. "Well I think this morning looks promising. I'm going to go hunting. Care to join me you two? Or does Runningheart plan to do some training? If so I don't want to bother you. I know Sunpaw you will make a very great medicine cat."

OOC: Maybe...

IC:"I see. I hope that you make improvement in your study." Whitepelt said with a little disappointment. "Runningheart, I'm very proud of the improvement of your apprentice. I may check up on you soon." Whitepelt nods her head at sunpaw and gives Runninghearts shoulder a quick lick.

Whitepelt's ears twitched as she heard her name mentioned in Hawkstars den. Too curious to let it slide, she slipped in.
"Runnigheart? Hawkstar? Did you guys mention me?" She asked.

Whitepelt looked over at Runningheart. "Yeah, I was on my way out when I heard my name. Is everything okay?" She said with concern.

"My thanks,Hawkstar." Whitepelt said." She is a True warrior at heart." She bows her head.

Whitepelt felt her pride swell as she knew this moment was important for Furypaw. Furypaw raised her head high. Whitepelt was proud of the young apprentice, whom she had known since she was a kit.

Whitepelt saw Furypaws' eyes shining. She remembered her own naming ceremony, and hoped that Furypaw's would be not like hers. She was made into a warrior while her own clan was under attack. Her own home camp was in flames and her mother and brother was killed only the day before. Whitepelt grimaced, but tried to keep excited for Furypaw's sake.

Whitepelt looked around. The whole clan had gathered in front of Hawkstar. The first naming ceremony in years for Pheonix Clan.The honor for the apprentice must be great.

Whitepelt saw Furypaw nod her head with intensity. Whitepelt wanted to tell her to speak up, but this was not her ceremony. Furypaw was going to work beside her, and she will have to refrain from giving her advice.

"Furytalon! Furytalon! Furytalon!" Whitepelt howled. Her happiness for Furytalon was maginificent. Whitepelt was a little jealous of her wonderful non-stressed non-worried ceremony, but now it was time to celebrate! Her first aprentice was now a warrior! She walked up to Runnningheart and said, "Thanks for putting a good word in to Hawkstar about her. I've been trying for days to get her named! She must really...like...you," She stumbled. Her own feelings were getting in the way, now. "Anyways, thanks a lot, Runningheart."

"Furytalon! Furytalon!" Whitepelt howled. Her first apprentice was now a warrior! She walked up to Runningheart, "Hey, thanks for putting a good word on for me to Hawkstar. I've been trying for days to get her to name Furytalon! She must really...like...you." She stumbled, "Again, thanks a lot." Now I just need you to help me not correct every little thing she does wrong! I think sometimes it's just as hard for the mentor as it is the graduate!"

Whitepelt was upset, but happy too. She had good friends, but missed her own familly. She wasn't even sure if they were alive. The emptiness was overwhelming. She had no one who really cared for her. The closest thing to her family was Runningheart. They joined together then found Hawkstar. Runningheart was a brother to her, but never really seemed to realize it. Her own emotions must've created part of this fantasy she thought she was living in. She lied down in her den, alone with her own thoughts, and waited for the nightmares to return, as they did every night.

Whitepelt woke up from an unsettling night of intense nightmares. "Mom! No!" She yelled.

Seeing her family die every night was the worst time of the day. Knowing you'll have to watch it everyday. She hated her past. It haunted her. The best she could do was hurry on with her duties. To show weakness in front of the clan would to be a bad leader...but last night was more troubling than most. More...intese. This would be a long day. One long, horrid day.

Whitepelt looked up. The surise was surprisingly beautiful. Many colors of reds and pinks. There was not a single cloud in the sky. The smell of morning dew filled her nose. A wonderful morning. She got up and sat down next to Runningheart, and wrapped her tail around them both. Maybe it wasn't going to be such a bad day after all.

When Runningheart walked away, Whitepelt decided it was best to do some border patrol. She had been lazy on getting someone to do it, so she might as well do some herself. As she was walking on the east side border, she smelled a cat coming twoards her. It wasn't Pheonix Clan. Brookclan! She crouched down in the bushes. A large brown tom pounced at her, claws unsheathed, and barley missed her. She turned to give him a nice swipe on the nose, when his knife-like claws dug down her flank. She fell. "Tell that was from Brookclan," He said.
"Runningheart! Furytalon! Anyone!" She yelled, before everything went black.

Whitepelt opened her eyes. The sun was gone. How long was she out? She struggled to her paws. The bleeding claw marks burned. She limped to the front of the clan and collapsed. The last thing she remembers is her pitiful mew of help.

"Runningheart...you...you found me..." She whispers with her eyes closed. As he put pressure on her wounds, she gasped. The effort was too much.