Whitewind

[forte]

THE BASICS
Name; Whitewind / "Mudfur"
Gender; Tom
Age; Five springs, six moons
Clan/Tribe/Loner/Rogue/Kittypet; Loner
Theme Song;


GENERAL
Weaknesses;
- He can't really remember his old life, or his name
- He's epileptic, occasionally he collapses during important conversations.
- Not too great a fighter or a hunter most of the time
- Disrespectful to leadership, without really meaning to be
- Sometimes he says things that he doesn't really mean
- Usually he's fairly dirty, doesn't seem to take really good care of himself. His fur is all tangled and usually muddy (which led someone to give him the name "Mudfur")
- He's a daydreamer, and sometimes seem to zone out of the conversation
- Horrible sense of direction. He gets lost very easily.
- Forgetful, although really he might just not be listening.
Strengths;
- He's a great storyteller, and knows a lot of old tales by heart
- He means well most of the time, even though sometimes he's not quite sure what's going on
- Has an encyclopedic and instinctive knowledge of medicinal herbs, although he actually doesn't know this. Just sometimes he knows how to treat himself or others through instinct alone.
- Has very vivid dreams, sometimes even prophetic
- "Magic" tricks for kits, although really he's just a sly old codger
- Sometimes the old codger part is a little manipulative, since he's not really that old
- Seems to get by on very little food or water most of the time
- When he wants to, he's actually a very good listener and generally knows all the latest gossip. He's pretty knowledgeable.
Likes;
- Kits. He thinks they're quite amusing, really, and he loves to be around them and tell them stories
- Plants. Especially if they have flowers, and even more if those flowers are yellow
- Gossip. Or eavesdropping, since most people think he's an innocent old cat
- Bugs. They're just so interesting!
- Shiny things
- When he remembers something about his old life.
- Hummingbirds. He won't kill them even if he could, because they're awesome.
Dislikes;
- His "nickname." Since he remembered that his name was Whitewind, he hates being called Mudfur
- Being made fun of.
- Cats who don't know where their place is.
- Not being able to remember something or someone that he knows he should
- Squirrels. Nasty little things...
- Being alone, even though he has been for a while now.
- When people don't believe or listen to him.
Full Personality;
Whitewind is quite a confused cat, to tell the truth. Since he was a kit he's had the misfortune of having random blackouts and sometimes he either passes out or falls asleep for apparently no reason whatsoever. There are herbs that make it better, and he knows what they are, but if he doesn't have his daily dose (or, sometimes, for no apparent reason at all,) he oftentimes does pass out in the middle of a conversation. He's also quite odd in conversation, a little dreamy, as if his mind is always in a distant country and he's not really paying attention. He does, however he tries to hide the fact, have a prodigious memory - he rarely forgets anything told to him, even if he chooses to ignore it altogether. He's really not harmful at all - in fact, he's quite harmless, but he can be a little strange with other cats.

He is a good storyteller, and oftentimes makes things up off the top of his head. He's even a decent poet when he's in the mood, and love to entertain kits and even older cats with his tales. He has moods of great gaiety and joy at times, and can be fun and jolly and fairly normal when he is in such a mood. However, he also has bouts of deep depression, when no cat wants to go near him and he is prone to violence and surliness. There are also moments when the mist around his head seems to clear unexpectedly and he becomes oddly perceptive and even prophetic, times when he seems more leader than loner. He only really remembers his life in the last half a year or so, but sometimes he will seize upon some fact or knowledge that he did not know he had and did not remember. For example, sometimes he will recognize a plant and know what it is used for without any reason at all.

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Pelt color; White, from his face to the tip of his tail. The only exception is one gray toe on his left rear foot, which hardly anyone notices in any case.
Eye color; Dark blue, almost cerulean.
Full description; Whitewind is not a huge cat, nor an exceptionally small one, although his fur makes him appear quite a bit bigger than he actually is. Said fur is long and, at base, quite a shocking shade of white. More often than not, of late, he has been stained by mud or had twigs and burs twined all in it, and he often has a disheveled, dirty look to him that makes him seem more cream or brown than true white. He's a little bit stubby with his short legs and compact body, but all in all his appearance isn't too objectionable or odd - he looks pretty normal except for all the dirt and the fact that he seems incapable of walking in a straight line.

His eyes are really quite stunning, though, at all times, a darker shade of blue and arresting. When he actually looks someone in the eye, his gaze is pretty powerful in itself. However, he has no aura of assertiveness or anything remotely like it, in fact he almost always walks with his head close to the ground and his tail straight out behind, never proud or imperious in any manner.


HISTORY + ETC.
History; He doesn't really remember this, but before the fire that drove the cats to move and create the new clans, he was a highly regarded medicine cat in Riverclan, a well-enough liked fellow despite being a little odd. He has been epileptic since the day of his birth, but the old medicine cat luckily figured out a way to keep him mostly well and healthy, and so his early life was comparatively normal. He was always a little weaker and slower than other cats, but that didn't matter much to him, because the dream of his heart was to become a medicine cat and he proved quite talented at it and saved many lives. However, on the day of the great fires he had been tending to kits with greencough and had not taken his medication, in terror he passed out.

It's not known how he managed to survive, but whatever the case was he woke up days later to find that he couldn't even remember his own name. He wandered around aimlessly until he came upon a few young cats, likewise confused, from Windclan, apprentices who did not recognize him and were lost. They called him Mudfur and he traveled with them for quite a while until he began to remember his own name and clan life, and left them to go and find the clans. He's made it to these lands through a good deal of peril - for a long time he did not know the medicinal herbs that would cure him of epilepsy - but, finally, he's managed to stumble back on the lands, only to find that Riverclan no longer exists and nothing is as it once was.
Roleplay Sample; Where am I? thought the white cat, as he lay stretched out beneath the bloom of a fine magnolia, blue eyes looking around for a moment. Am I dreaming? Does it really make a difference if I am? I suppose I'm neither here nor there, though. Because if I was there I would know where I was, and if I was here... Ah. It doesn't matter. He rose from the ground slowly, his matted pelt hanging limp from a flaccid belly as he opened his mouth to smell the air. It smelled fairly normal, so at least he was awake after all, unless he was dead. But he was pretty sure that if he was dead, he wouldn't be hungry any more, so he just shrugged and rose and looked around for something to eat. With a sudden presence of mind he took a mouthful of the strange concoction of plants at his feet and chewed it up, letting the juice dribble down his throat before spitting out the desiccated leaves.

"Hello?" he called, suddenly aware that he was not alone here. The forest overhead was buzzing with noise - birds and things, squirrels maybe. The cat shuddered at the thought... He didn't trust squirrels, for some reason. In fact, it was squirrels that they heard, and now one ventured out onto a branch overhead and chattered angrily. The cat flattened his ears and ducked his head, but all the same a sharp pain shot through his skull as it was hit by an acorn. "Hey! That's no way to treat... uh... a cat... All alone in the forest..." The blue eyes clouded over suddenly, and the cat looked troubled. "Well..." He turned on his heel and trotted off blindly through the underbrush, not paying attention.

[Stella]

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