Whitepaw of RiverClan

[<i'm a myth i'm a legend>]

Name: whitekit -- WHITEPAW -- whitefoot
Age: 6 moons
Picture: Drawn by me. NO STEALING D<
Gender: She`cat
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: RiverClan
Breed: Moggie
Personality:

Whitepaw is a very content and happy little apprentice - she's fine with everything, even the horrors of every day life. She's playful too - even though she's an apprentice now, she'll still find time to play with the kits and just make a bit of a nuisance out of herself for her mentor. She's also very calm and thoughtful, and some might even say wise, for a young cat her age - she denies it - she's not wise! She just remembers things, silly things, that she recites. Whitepaw is also very sarcastic and loves to annoy others with her sarcasm - it's just part of her! She also worries a lot - worries if she's going to be a warrior, if the other apprentices are okay, if there's enough food on the food pile - anything. She is a great big worry wart, but she can't help it.

Apperance:

If you saw Whitepaw lying down, you'd be all "LOL why is she called Whitepaw she's BROWN D<". When she stands, however, you can see very clearly she has a white paw - her left foreleg is the white one. Her main pelt colour is brown, yes, but her foot is as white as snow - pristine, pure, but it wasn't always. It gets dirty easily. She has no visible scars to speak of - she's only an apprentice - however, she has a few on her head from falling as a kit, but hey, everyone falls when they're kits, right? Her ears are very big and a light pink inside, and her eyes are a very bright green - as green as the grass on a fresh greenleaf morning, or the new buds on trees in newleaf. They're that green. Yes, green. Really, really, really green.

History:

When you look at the happy Whitepaw now, you'd think she'd have had a nice life with her parents and siblings. The thing is, 'nice' wasn't the way to put it. 'Sporadic' and 'Turmoiled' and 'Broken' are better words to say.
Her parents did love each other at first - they were madly in love from the start - kits, apprentices, warriors. Snowheart was her name - a pure white she-cat with a single brown paw, her left foreleg. The father? He was called Mudriver, a handsome dark blue tom with leaf green eyes.
The clan thought they were destined for each other, that fate had drawn them together, that StarClan wanted them to be together. And so they were, for a time, whilst Snowheart was pregnant with her first litter. It was marvelous - they were seen unashamedly flirting in the middle of camp.
But all good things come to an end sometimes. And this love definately came to an end - one where it crashed and burned to the whole clan to witness.
It was the birth of the kits. Snowheart went into labour during the midnight hours, and only the medicine cat was in until early the next day. When Mudriver saw the kits, he was devastated - not a single one looked like him. He thought long and hard, and realised; the medicine cat was the father.
Mudriver attacked him in a rage, and was subsequently exiled. Snowheart spiralled into a depression and she killed herself along with two out of three of her kits.
Whitekit didn't die because she had snuck off from camp with an older apprentice. When they returned, they saw the clan mourning her mother and her siblings.
Whitekit never gave up hope, however, as the medicine cat - her father, and she never even knew it - passed on and his apprentice took his place, she kept up hope - the hope than one day, she would see her mother again, because when you love someone, they never leave you.
She was looked after by a kind queen who had kits a little older than herself. Her apprentice friend always visited and there was never a day when she didn't see him.
Eventually, time passed and the queen's kits became apprentices, and she was passed to another queen. At four moons old, she had seen tradegies in her life, but had kept her spirits high, but always worried about the younger kits hurting themselves or others whilst playing, or that someone would fall ill if they ate something bad looking, or, or, or...
Her worrying soon got the better of her, and she collapsed outside the leader's den when she was five moons old. The clan feared for her life as she fought a horrendous bought of greencough - she had been worrying about everyone else too much to see she was falling ill.
She recovered, thankfully, and was made an apprentice by the leader. Her old friend, who she cares for very much, is now a warrior, and they are still the best of friends.