Personality: Thoughtful and protective, Whisperstar is the cat that will fight to the death for anyone he has to protect. He is brave and loyal, and would never keep a secret. His own, anyway. He is trusting and swift, quick to judge sometimes as well but a well-understanding cat. Kind and gentle, he cares for all Clan kits as if they were his own, WhisperClan or not. He is fierce in battle, ready to rip his claws through the pelts of enemies under the will of StarClan. He is not one who disobeys the Warrior Code, he strongly believes in StarClan and in his own Clan to fight to the top of the pyramid of victory.
History: Whisperstar grew up as a mere loner kit, alone on his own for the first three moons of his life. He soon came across a Twoleg nest and began to feed from there from time to time. Eventually the Twolegs took him in and adopted him, making him accustomed to the soft, kittypet life. But that all was about to change. After a raging storm, his Twolegs evactuated the Twolegplace he called home during terrible floods, and he was left behind in the aftermath, therefore gaining his skill in swimming, trying to keep his head above the water as he fought for life. When he managed to escape the Twolegplace, he started to grow pure hatred on the Twolegs inside his heart. His heart blackened partially by hate, he wandered the forest alone, hungry yet savage and fierce. He soon came across the story of the Clans, and an idea came into his head. Naming himself Whisperstar, after his name was Whispers as a kittypet, he formed the Clan he called home, WhisperClan. His lyal deputy Leafstorm stood by his side in every battle and every trouble. He grew accustomed to Clan life and soon forgot about all the kittypet life and formed his new Clan strong.
Crush/ Mate/ Kits: Open/None/None
Other: Sorry for the wait
I had to get my bade for Advanced RP
Whisperstar sat atop the highest point of the camp, above his den, watching the Clan's activities roll by. He looked out across the open moors, sensitive senses alert for anything. The sun shone down harshly onto the camp, making the leader's silver pelt glint faintly in the light. He looked towards the dens, frowning as he realized how small his Clan was, but he never gave up hope, not one bit. 'Surely more will come. Surely we will have a medicine cat soon. I just hope,'
he looked out across the camp at his Clanmates. 'We do before anything happens.'