All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you.
But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning.
Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.
Whitestar
crownless prince, pale as snow
Gender ; cis male
Age ; 3.5 years, or forty-two moons
Rank ; leader of windclan
Lover ; none currently
Mother →
Twilightpool [deceased]
Father →
Palewing [deceased]
Siblings →
Duskhawk [alive]
Lightmist [alive]
Morningfrost [alive]
Aunt →
Shorelight [deceased]
Cousins →
Floodstar [alive]
Otternose [alive]
Rainthorn [alive]
Slatestrike [alive]
APPEARANCE
⇝ a white cat with faint silver stripes and yellow/blue eyes.
A tom of medium height, and medium length fur except for his tail, the fur of which is long and feathery. Has an angular head and a very slim body, not muscular yet not overly thin, either. Very windclan-esque frame, all in all. His pelt is a pristine white, with faint silver tabby markings, the stripes thin and willowy. His eyes are mismatched; both are pale yellow, but his left one has a sky-blue patch coming from the outer edge. The condition is known as sectoral heterochromia. His nose, pawpads and inner ears are a soft pink color.
POSITIVE
hard-working
loyal
honorable
honest
resourceful
NEGATIVE
idealistic
old-fashioned
overly sensitive
egocentric
envious
Whitestar is mostly known for his unwavering faith in Starclan, the same passion and interest from which his main talent flows; deciphering omens, namely the skill that earned him his suffix, dream. He strongly believes in his ancestors, though he knows them not to be as ommipotent as most would suggest; just as they don't get the credit for much, they shouldn't be blamed for nearly as many things as they are, either. He understands not all cats were raised into his faith, but firmly believes the stars will warmly welcome any cat who comes to them for guidance and aid.
He is loyal to a fault, both to his clan and his superiors, and can't fathom the idea of putting another clan or his personal interests before his clan's well being. It is difficult, of course, to love every single clanmate he needs to put up with; it's evident that his affections toward his kin are mostly born out of a sense of duty and honor, two of Whitestar's greatest loves. They are the steering wheel that leads his decisions.
The pale tabby is not the manipulative type, nor one to actively try and harm others without cause. Whitestar is a very honest cat, and wouldn't lie unless it was justfied in favor of the greater good, and even so, he'll spite it out through gritted teeth. He fancies himself an advocate for truth and justice, bowever, a love for honor and truth does not mean lack of intelligence. As clever as his Clan is expected to be, Whitestar is a very resourceful and quick-witted cat, good at solving problems with thoughtful strategy and thriving in playful debates.
However, his cunning and optimism might turn into idealism, and not reaching his unrealistic expectations only leaves Whitestar feeling devastated and guilty. He is a very sensitive cat, after all, and doesn't bother trying to hide behind a mask of icy strength; he won't deny his feelings, even if they might sometimes overwhelm his reasoning.
Despite not being an arrogant or stuck-up cat, there's a certain pride deep within Whitestar. It is not unseemly, and certainly not unexpected from a leader, but this comes not from an image of grandoir, but from the seasons he spent as little more than a sidekick. Always the helper, the follower, the one there to serve, Whitestar believed himself to be meant for something more than what Starclan initially appointed him for. Ever patient, he accepted his fate and bid his time, and now that he finally has what he has yearned for so very long, he'll grow prickly whenever someone tries to undermine the authority and responsability he believes was meant for him. He loved his leaders well, back when he was a medicine cat and later a warrior, but he can't deny the envy he felt while watching them rule from below, nor the jealousy that still strikes him sometimes.