A Clan with secrets to hide.
A Clan with a sinister streak.
And a gang who are not what they seem.
With war looming on the horizon, loyalties are tested and families are torn apart. In this world of light and shadow, everyone has something to hide.
Here Only one thing is certain, only one clan will survive.
In Depth : Whitepetal, while delicate in appearance, considers herself no such thing. Compact and muscular, the pale molly prides herself on her reflexes and power. However, this does not mean she doesn't also consider herself, if not vainly, beautiful. With striking, amber eyes and a thick coat, Whitepetal certainly can make a lasting impression on those around her.
Father : NPC Mother : NPC Siblings : None Other : None
History : Born the sole kit to a couple who thought they were barren, it was only natural for Whitepetal to grow up treated like a queen. It didn't take her long to come to believe she was above her denmates. The young she-cat paraded around camp throughout most of her kithood, ignoring the looks of hatred and envy she received from her peers. What did their opinions matter anyway? She was above them and their petty anger.
As Whitekit became Whitepaw, little changed in her life. She was still the center of her parents world and her training was going well. But, for the first time in her young life, Whitepaw began to feel the pangs of loneliness. Her fellow apprentices began making friends and even sometimes, something more. Vanity had driven everyone away and left nothing behind.
By the time Whitepaw became Whitepetal, she was scrambling to pick up the shattered pieces of her life.
