*[ ! whitefront

**Uno** Fri Jul 10, 2009 10:31 am

cat's name:

Whitefront

gender:

Tom. Male. Dude. Guy.

age:

Thirteen moons.

clan:

FawnClan

rank:

Warrior

appearance:

Whitefront looks pretty intimidating. His muscles are pretty big which comes from
his father and practicing his fighting skills often. His legs are plenty long but not
much else is. Surprisingly, his paws are pretty small. His tail is a medium length and
very thick. He doesn't do much with it though, its often trailing in the dirt behind him.
Whitefront's face is very round and his features are squished together. Big, pointed
ears rest on top of his head. Whitefront has a belly, that's for sure. He has a thing
with eating so its not like he can pass it off as "belly muscle". Legs aside, his body
is incredibly compact.

His pelt is rather simple... pure white. Pretty much all white and if it isn't, its more
than close to it. Four stripes slightly darker than white, not even gray, go from the
back of his head to his forehead then fading away. Whitefront's nose is dark pink and
his whiskers are short. His eyes are almond-shaped and a dull dark green color. There
might be a faint trace amber tint of some sort because they don't like completely green.
Something about his face makes him look menacing.

personality:

Admit it. Whitefront looks menacing, scary, tough. Well, he is
tough but its not all genes, okay? Inside, he's a very optimistic, happy cat. He doesn't
think anything could go wrong which could make him oblivious to the dangers of being a
feral cat. Atleast he's not sulking in the corner all day. He's easy to impress. Even if you
completely mess up, Whitefront would be sitting there like he'd just seen the whole of
StarClan before him. But then again, he is a bit too honest. Like Simon Cowell. He gives
you his honest opinion if you /didn't/ impress him. And if you didn't impress him, well...
it ain't pretty.

Whitefront's most... odd trait would have to be how food-oriented he is. He's probably
talking about food if he's not eating it/trying to eat it. He's never full it seems. Whitefront
gets rather impatient easily, especially when hunting. Its actually rather ironic- he loves
to eat but can't hunt very well at all. He's also very cocky... he loves to feel pride and its
even better when everyone else knows it too. Then once you know, you'll be reminded again,
and maybe another time. But this doesn't neccesairly apply for a lot of things.

history:

Whitefront was born in a litter of him and Littlekit to Snowstripe and
Ravenheart. They'd tell you that they're completely FawnClan blood. As Whitefront is a heavy
sleeper, he had no knowledge of Littlekit's nightly fits until they were nearly apprentices. And
because of that, Whitepaw kept his distance, thinking it was contagious. Finally coming to his
senses, he realized it wasn't but knew their relationship was too long gone to mend. But when
news of his mother dissapearing circled around, the brothers found comfort in eachother. They
and their father spent weeks looking for her, all fruitless. Ravenheart recieved permission to search
MistClan territory. As he did so, he fell in love with the territory. He was allowed to join as long as
he lost all loyalty to FawnClan... which he did.

quick summary of history:

Whitefront's mother Snowstripe dissapeared after he became a warrior.
His father was a tuxedo cat named Ravenheart who joined MistClan while looking for Snowstripe.
His brother Littlecrow still resides in FawnClan.
Whitefront's mentor, Stormfang taught him to fight more than hunt. Think that may be a problem?

something more?

ADMIN EDITED

role play sample:

Look at Littlecrow's bio please.