Whisperkit || RiverClan

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Name: Whisperkit
Clan: RiverClan
Age: Two moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Position: Kit
Short Description: A grey and white tabby she-cat with grayish blue eyes.
Appearance:

Perhaps Whisperkit could have grown into a beautiful she-cat. Perhaps she'd be attractive, even now. Although her figure is healthy and she is almost always involved in social activity, there is something almost forbidding around her. Something sinister. Her oddly-colored eyes which seem to reflect the world are windows of her soul; they alone warn other kits, and even other cats, away. She always has a superior demeanor and a proud way of strutting from one place to another, never walking, never stumbling over her feet like other kits. By looking at her own unique walk which suggests she is royalty from one end of the nursery to the other, even an elderly cat could tell by her stance she believes she's too good for Clan life.
She's a grey tabby with white markings; one of her distinctive traits is that one front leg is white, and the other has entirely no white on it whatsoever. She is fluffy, like any kit, because fluffiness is awesome. Whisperkit never sheathes her claws. She is always trying to set off a dangerous air, but not physically... verbally.

She'll grow up to be a very vain, superior cat who disregards everyone, even the leader, except herself. Because she thinks she doesn't need anyone but herself, she always betrays her friends and talks about them behind their backs. One look at her and you know she'd be disloyal.
When she grows up, her body will be slender and lithe, rather pretty, and she'll definitely brag about it. Her pelt is always kept shiny. She knows she is pretty and uses it to her advantage... or, at least, she will use it.

Personality:

Whisperkit tends to be mean, rude, sly, snarky, and has no regard whatsoever for the warrior code, Clan borders, or any rules at all. She isn't a cat who thinks she should live in BloodClan or leave RiverClan, but merely thinks she's too good for RiverClan. In some ways Whisperkit is like a spoiled brat -- she always gets her way, and thinks that her beauty, both inside and out, blessed RiverClan and that they don't deserve it. They don't deserve her, to put it simply.
Maybe Whisperkit could have made friends or, when she was older, gain a potential mate if she was less... well... evil, to state it bluntly. She is cunning and the only reason she'll talk to someone is if she wants to gather dirt about them. She doesn't talk just to "make friends" -- Whisperkit knows all the cats in her Clan, including the Leader, are below her, and that they worship -- or should worship -- the air she breathes, the ground she walks. She's full of herself and doesn't care about anyone else's opinion or if people say she needs to grow up. In her opinion, she's already matured.
Whisperkit is snarky and holds a blatant anger against one of her sisters, Sorrowkit. There is no explanation to this. Even Whisperkit doesn't know why she hates Sorrowkit so much -- perhaps because her sister is always depressed, therefore branded weak (by Whisperkit only), and she thinks Sorrowkit is cramping her style -- but she holds a never-ending rage against her sister. There is no one else Whisperkit hates as much, though if provoked, her wrath will be inflicted on the one who insulted her.

Whisperkit spies and eavesdrops, doing everything she can to gather dirt about her Clanmates. She does this because it makes her feel powerful. As soon as she blackmails someone, they become another slave of hers, and it makes her feel almost like a Leader. They are under her command now. She can do anything to them!
Another obvious trait Whisperkit exhibits is the fact that she's a liar. She lies to escape getting in trouble, she lies even about small things. The person she's lied to most is Thunderclash, her father. She holds him in contempt because he expects great things to come of his kits. Whisperkit doesn't like being ordered around.
Whisperkit for some reason is protective of her mother Shadowdance. She thinks Shadowdance is way too much of a pushover, but she's Whisperkit's mother, so Whisperkit will go to great lengths to make sure no one harms Shadowdance mentally. She's hypocritical this way, because she is always trying to harm everyone else.
As for her siblings, Whisperkit is always trying to get in on Plaguedkit's, Sinnedkit's and Daggerkit's evilness. She has good traps and strategies, but because of Plaguedkit's always trying to boss her around, she keeps them all to herself. She can execute her plans herself, but sometimes even evil cats get lonely, and Whisperkit is no exception -- sometimes, when feeling very isolated, she just wishes she had a partner in crime, if only for a day.

Whisperkit also holds a reputation as being one of the 'demons', 'devils', 'daemons', and 'she-devils' (as they are called by the other Clan cats) from her litter.
Whisperkit is constantly clashing with Plaguedkit. She never lets herself be bossed around, is rebellious and independent, and plans to keep it that way.

One of her hobbies is terrorizing the first cat she sees in the morning.

History:

Even before her eyes opened, Whisperkit never let herself get pushed around. She was one of the largest kits in her litter, and therefore the healthiest. She shoved others out of the way when she was hungry, even kits from other litters who had wandered over to play. Whisperkit wrecked destruction in the nursery and other kits grew to be afraid of her. Whisperkit liked this, ruling by intimidation, just as she had heard BloodClan did.
Whisperkit always snuck out of the nursery. She couldn't sneak out the entrance, like she saw some of her brothers and sisters and even other kits doing (she branded them stupid from that day on), so she decided to use a back entrance. Using her abnormally long claws and teeth, even for that age (they would grow bigger and more dangerous as she matured into an adult cat), she ripped away some of the thorns and pushed the branches away, creating a hole just big enough for her to fit through. Because the nursery was cluttered with twoleg objects and dark, no one ever noticed her sneaking out through the hole. She hasn't told her siblings about it and probably never will.

As her litter grew, Whisperkit realized some of her siblings may be potential competition to her high rank. She began to spread lies and rumors, especially about Sorrowkit, since Sorrowkit was once of the bounciest kits before becoming depressed and withdrawn.
She was about to spread a particularly nasty rumor about Plaguedkit; she was on the verge of telling it to another kit before a cat entered the nursery. It was a cat named Heatherfoot. She acted better than all the kits, even Whisperkit's mother and father. And she wasn't even a leader! This amazed Whisperkit, who tried to approach Heatherfoot, but was waved away because Heatherfoot said she was simply "too good to be seen with a kit." Angered, Whisperkit spread a rumor that Heatherfoot had been seen with five times, ruining the warrior's flawless reputation. Then she saw her with a tom named Shadowstreak who already had a mate and forced Shadowstreak to tell Heatherfoot he hated her. It was all very satisfying.

Sometimes, Whisperkit will wander out at night and sit by the river, having almost normal thoughts. However, she quickly realizes she's beginning to think like a normal cat, and since she's unique and too good to be normal, she immediately switches into 'evil' mode, plotting destruction, new strategies, and evil traps.

IC:

Whisperkit looked around at her Clan. So peaceful. So normal. So boring! All her brothers and sisters were out wreaking havoc among the clan (except Sorrowkit -- to Whisperkit, her sister was really annoying and anti-social) and what was she doing? Just sitting back and taking it all in. Time to go check on my blackmail victims, she thought, an evil sneer spreading over her muzzle. A sneer, a smirk or a snarky smile were the only expressions Whisperkit ever carried. A smile most often because she knew she was superior to her Clanmates. Anytime she dug up dirt, she'd use it against someone. What was the fun in just keeping it to yourself? She'd already spread a rumor about Whitetail and Badgerstripe, two loyal warriors. She had seen Whitetail crossing over to steal a WindClan vole once, and she blackmailed Whitetail with that. Whenever the warrior was acting snappy, Whisperkit put her in her place. I'm better than all of you. I'm too good for this life. I deserve to be somewhere else!
A smirk was thrown at every cat she passed. The only cat she dared not blackmail or gossip about was Daggerkit, but she would eventually grow out of that and talk behind his back soon enough. As for the rest of her siblings, Whisperkit was a flip-flopper. Some days she was on their side, some days she spread rumors about them. Either way, cats were intimidated by her blackmailing -- some, at least -- and didn't dare gossip about her. For now.
The only person Whisperkit really hated was Sorrowkit. She couldn't really place it, but she hated her sister with a rage that grew every day. Maybe that was one of the reasons Sorrowkit was afraid of society.. because Whisperkit liked to spread rumors about her.

All of a sudden she heard a noise from across the river. Quickly she ducked into the shade of a few marshy plants and peered out. Enemies? No. Just two cats telling each other they loved each other. But wait... wasn't that grey tom Shadowstreak? He already has a mate. And five kits! And the she-cat's Heatherfoot. She's been seen with five different tomes, not including Shadowstreak. Actually, Whisperkit had been the one to spread the rumor about Heatherfoot and the toms. Maybe that was why no one liked Heatherfoot anymore. Except Shadowstreak. Another smile curved Whisperkit's features. This was juicy.
Later on, she cornered Shadowstreak behind the nursery. "So, maybe you'd like to tell your mate and five kits what you were doing with Heatherfoot?" The grey tom shifted nervously. He shot an uneasy glance at Whisperkit. "I don't know what you're talking about."
She laughed. "I'm sure you don't know that I saw you cheating on your mate, your disloyal piece of fox-dung." The tom stared at her. A kit already using that sort of curse?! "And if you're thinking no one will believe me, why I'll just have to act like an innocent kit who stumbled across your affair and tell the leader. So whaddya say? Either I tell your mate and the leader, or you do what I want." She watched growing rage spread across Shadowstreak's face which slowly melted into submission. They were all like this. Defiance, anger, and then they let go. They let her control them.

She was like a leader. She held power over her clanmates. All she had to do was make up a lie and threaten to tell it to the leader, and then that cat was another slave of her. She was running out of things for them to do. First things first: Heatherfoot. Whisperkit had never liked Heatherfoot, what with her acting superior and better than the kits. "First, go tell Heatherfoot you hate her." Shadowstreak stared at her with a blank expression.
"Do you want me to repeat myself? Or should I go toddling over to the nursery where your mate is? It's only a tail-length away, you know. Your whole life could be ruined in a matter of seconds." Shadowstreak continued staring at her, and then unwillingly dragged himself across camp to Heatherfoot. Whisperkit watched with a satisfied expression as Heatherfoot's bright expression crumbled into depression, as her heart split in half.
"All in a day's work," she murmured deviously under her breath, and then turned to go think about a lie to spread.

[Shadestar]

[/b]; Accepted.
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