WhisperFlame

ThistleClan

Short Lithe Tortie Female with green eyes

WhisperFlame is a short female with a lean/lithe figure. The muscles that WhisperingFlame does possess are firm and toned. She looks fragile but is anything but.

WhisperFlame is a Dark Tortoise Shell. A large Majority of her pelt is black, but there is some orange and browns mixed together in small amounts. Almost like a whisper of color through her body. Her fur is medium in length, while she’s not exactly a short hair she’s not exactly a long hair either. Her pelt is sleek and soft and is often kept clean. Though some days it is left unkept and unruly.

WhisperFlame’s face is the most physically unique thing about her with big green eyes and the most colorful part of her pelt. With a blank nose stripe, the areas around her eyes are lit by the light colors that wind through her body. The right side of her face however hold more of the light colors as they also drip onto her cheek like a melting candle. Her chin nearly sold in a light orange except for the black that dares to mingle in.

- Spontaneous
WhisperFlame is the molly who is down for random adventures. She is always ready to drop what she’s doing to go exploring. She will almost never turn down any chance to do something different.

- Persuasive
Because of her fun side WhisperFlame tends to be persuasive to her clan mates, if there seen getting kits and apprentices alike to follow her around playing games.

- Mischievous
WhisperFlame loves to have fun, causing her to get into quite a bit of mischief. She loves to play games and enjoy her days.

- Flaky
Because of her spontaneous nature it is best to not put to much faith is WhisperFlame, she might agree to something only to never show because of a sudden adventure she found

- Stubborn
WhisperFlame is often bullheaded, she doesn’t like being told no about adventures and will often find herself arguing with others in regards to what she can and can’t do. This causes tension between her and her clan mates occasionally.

- Abrasive
WhisperFlame is rather indifferent to people’s opinions of her. She is well aware that due to her spontaneous and flaky nature that she rubs her clanmates wrong however she doesn’t care, so long as they don’t confront her. She tends to ignore comments about her until she is forced to face them in which case she becomes irritated and says things without a care for how harsh she’s being.

WhisperKit was born the runt of a her litter, born after her two brothers and before her one sister. While her siblings cried out at a normal kit volume, WhisperKit’s cry was so quiet it reminded her parents of a whisper and thus her unique name. As time went by whisperkit’s voice said relatively quiet, and she continued to stay smaller than her siblings, but while some things didn’t change, others did. WhisperKit was developing a skill for getting herself in trouble. She was often caught sneaking away from her nest and hiding from her family only to jump out at them later.

When WhisperKit finally reached apprenticeship and became WhisperPaw she was excited. Between her voice finally catching up to her and The semi new freedom she had made her curious. She was more excited about the exploring than her trainings. She didn’t change much as an apprentice. She was often in trouble for trying to ditch her mentor so she could explore. But she was always caught, begrudgingly she began to realize the only way she’d be allowed to explore as she like was if she actually took her training seriously and became a warrior. And so she threw herself into her training, working twice as hard as she’d ever worked before. She spent all of her free time practicing the skills her mentor taught her, each day it became a little bit easier. On the off chance she wasn’t training she was pulling pranks on her siblings or sparing with them.

When it was finally her time to shed her apprenticeship and become a warrior WhisperPaw became a ball of excitement, it was all she could think about, and in actuality it was all she could talk about. When the day finally came she stood proudly before her clan, her head held high as she received her Name. No longer WhisperPaw, she was proudly named WhisperFlame, for her pelt has whispers of flame colors but also for the flame of passion that burned deep inside her.
She waited one whole day before she bound off into the clans territory seeking something new and exciting, some for a adventure. Despite unknowingly being on the the greatest adventure of them all ; Life.

To this day, WhisperFlame has lived up to her name, her flame never dimming even in the worst of times. She can always be found running through camp, telling stories to kits and helping apprentices get into trouble. She did this during the relocation to abandoned campground after the devastating flood had forced her clan to evacuate their original home. Helping keep the kits entertained and out of the way as they moved everything and everyone. She even tried keeping the apprentice’s morale up. She threw herself into this job because it was better than facing her own fears about the situations. Her need for self distraction was bad, she refused to allow anyone to see her worrying, she’d held herself together during the flood, but it was the sickness that had really worried her. A flood she could physically help with. But something invisible like a sickness she felt helpless against and it was not something she wanted to feel. So she pushed it to the back of her mind determined to keep morale up and ignore the nagging feeling that she was going to see more situations like the last few.