Post by alee on Jan 5, 2016 2:31:15 GMT
Whitewhisker was not afraid of anything.
That's what he liked to proudly tell himself anyway; not badgers, not enemy Clans, not even daring foxes could ever haunt his spirit. He was as rigorous, brave and, well, as reckless as a SkyClan warrior could get - so by this small fact alone was it incredibly obvious that the tomcat was setting himself up for disaster.
Perhaps one day he'd find himself in a sticky situation; mauled by a dog, after daring an unnecessary fight? Captured by twolegs, after foolishly hoping he alone could chase them out of SkyClan territory? Many knew the day of his reckoning would come sooner or later; a warrior as foolishly hard-headed and proud as him was not the sort to remain unscathed. It just so happened however that the risks Whitewhisker was constantly warned against to take lay not outside the Camp, but in the very warriors' den beside him. Of course he could not know this. To Whitewhisker, the pretty she-cat with her silver pelt and gorgeous blue-green eyes was no trap to be warned of, but rather a beauty he so desperately desired to know.
But to be fair, no-one knew the deadly truth surrounding this she-cat. How could they, when she seemed as loyal a SkyClan warrior as they could come?
It wasn't often that Whitewhisker found his usual bravado failing him; indeed, normally he was all 'look at my muscles!' this and 'I'll catch a robin, just for you!' that, with every she-cat he came across. Something about Silvershade was different for him however. And even he wasn't sure what - no, scratch that, she was angelic by all appearances. To Whitewhisker, no female in the Clan could match up to her natural beauty. But there was something more here than some pretty looks and lovely eyes. Perhaps it was her own fearlessness; she was stealthy, a cat brimming with intelligence and loyalty. Oh, her loyalty! The Warrior Code was to be strictly followed, although nowadays it was hard to find others whom shared such extreme ideals. To Whitewhisker Silvershade was everything he wanted in a she-cat.
...Perhaps that was why he'd suddenly found himself so uncharacteristically nervous.
Curled by the fresh-kill pile, the tomcat prodded almost despondently at a juicy finch. Great. Even his appetite had been affected by his almost kitten crush. This was embarrassing enough. With a small sigh he forced himself to swallow a great gulp, then rose to his paws and gave his sleek white pelt a firm shake. There was much to do today - although he could hardly muster up the energy to do it all. His tail flicked with irritation. She-cats! Why did they have to have such a powerful bearing upon his mind?
shanny
cue whitewhisker being love-struck and blindly stupid as anything ;D
That's what he liked to proudly tell himself anyway; not badgers, not enemy Clans, not even daring foxes could ever haunt his spirit. He was as rigorous, brave and, well, as reckless as a SkyClan warrior could get - so by this small fact alone was it incredibly obvious that the tomcat was setting himself up for disaster.
Perhaps one day he'd find himself in a sticky situation; mauled by a dog, after daring an unnecessary fight? Captured by twolegs, after foolishly hoping he alone could chase them out of SkyClan territory? Many knew the day of his reckoning would come sooner or later; a warrior as foolishly hard-headed and proud as him was not the sort to remain unscathed. It just so happened however that the risks Whitewhisker was constantly warned against to take lay not outside the Camp, but in the very warriors' den beside him. Of course he could not know this. To Whitewhisker, the pretty she-cat with her silver pelt and gorgeous blue-green eyes was no trap to be warned of, but rather a beauty he so desperately desired to know.
But to be fair, no-one knew the deadly truth surrounding this she-cat. How could they, when she seemed as loyal a SkyClan warrior as they could come?
It wasn't often that Whitewhisker found his usual bravado failing him; indeed, normally he was all 'look at my muscles!' this and 'I'll catch a robin, just for you!' that, with every she-cat he came across. Something about Silvershade was different for him however. And even he wasn't sure what - no, scratch that, she was angelic by all appearances. To Whitewhisker, no female in the Clan could match up to her natural beauty. But there was something more here than some pretty looks and lovely eyes. Perhaps it was her own fearlessness; she was stealthy, a cat brimming with intelligence and loyalty. Oh, her loyalty! The Warrior Code was to be strictly followed, although nowadays it was hard to find others whom shared such extreme ideals. To Whitewhisker Silvershade was everything he wanted in a she-cat.
...Perhaps that was why he'd suddenly found himself so uncharacteristically nervous.
Curled by the fresh-kill pile, the tomcat prodded almost despondently at a juicy finch. Great. Even his appetite had been affected by his almost kitten crush. This was embarrassing enough. With a small sigh he forced himself to swallow a great gulp, then rose to his paws and gave his sleek white pelt a firm shake. There was much to do today - although he could hardly muster up the energy to do it all. His tail flicked with irritation. She-cats! Why did they have to have such a powerful bearing upon his mind?
shanny
