Whitebird

Whitebird is MarshClan's oldest and most experienced medicine cat. She is very skilled at her job and derives great pleasure from mixing herbs and experimenting to discover new remedies and concoctions to share with her fellow medicine cats. She has a tendency to set her own rules, though, and she has a sense of humor that some cats may find to be a bit too much for them. She pretty much does whatever she wants for her own amusement and enjoys nothing more than teasing her Clanmates, but deep down she is a thoughtful and caring cat. She's been a mentor to three different apprentices, two of whom died soon after completing their training.

## Relationships

### Parents

Fernfrost (mother, dead) and Darksplash (father, dead)

### Siblings

Stormclaw (brother) and Sootsnow (sister)

### Other Relatives

Fawnflower (cousin), Emberglow and Moon (nieces), Abyss (nephew, dead), Pettalleaf and Ivybranch (aunts, dead), Duckfeather (foster mom for like 1 moon, dead), Scorchstripe (foster brother for like 1 moon, dead)

### Friends

Only her family. Formerly Cherrycloud, Bromepelt, Motheye, and Hazewish, but they're all dead now.

### Enemies

Canyonmist (in a joking way. She does like him, but she’d never say it), Fawnflower (formerly), Scorchstripe (formerly, dead). Also any kits who mess with her experiments (/j).

## Appearance & Personality

### Appearance

Whitebird is a thick-furred and heavyset she-cat with a fluffy pelt and a stocky build. She has a ruffled mane and a sweeping tail and her fur is usually tangled and wavy with various herbal roots and leaves woven in for quick usage. She is mostly white with spots and mottles of dark gray tabby, her most distinguishing marking being a small patch resembling a broken heart on her chest. She has dark yellow eyes weighed down with creases and crinkles from both stress and smile lines. She looks much older than she is and is starting to go a bit silver around the muzzle, although she still holds herself with as much pride and purpose as ever. She wears a pair of feathers tucked into the fur of her left ear, one white and one gray, and behind her right ear she keeps a pale yellow satin flower that matches her sister Sootsnow's.

### Personality

Uhhhhh I'm lazy... I'll write this better later but. Basically.

Pros: smart, confident, dedicated, funny, loyal, sassy as heck.

Cons: proud, callous, blunt, antisocial, holds grudges, rude as heck.

Also, she's depressed and mean now because all her friends died and that sucks.

## Biography

### Kithood

Uhfhggjfnngdm so much writing oh boy. I'll get to it eventually. Just see Stormclaw's page for now.

## Other

### Trivia

* Her favorite prey is marsh rabbit. Wild, ain’t it?
* Her favorite flowers are oleanders. Because A) they’re very pretty, and B) any part of them is toxic enough to kill a cat in under an hour. Whitebird, am I right?
* Her favorite color is white. Shocking, I know.
* Her love language is acts of service.
* She’s my mean grandma and i love her
* She has a slight HorizonClan accent from her father, but aside from that it’s just generic MarshClan-sounding.
* She’s the only one of her littermates who doesn’t like kits. They annoy her. She got that from her mom. Before meeting Darksplash, Fernfrost was absolutely convinced that she would never have kits. So Whitebird comes by it honestly.
* She’s scared of spiders. Use this information as you will. She also really hates water and she still thinks Stormclaw is insane to have moved to FallClan.
* She sucks at hunting. And fishing. And she can’t climb trees or swim. She’s really good at tunneling, though. And fighting. She can do that pretty well, but she’s still not as skilled as her siblings.
* The only reason she’s the worst fighter of her littermates is because as a medicine cat, battle moves were far less of a priority in her training. If she was trained up to her full potential, she’d be better than Sootsnow and almost as good as Stormclaw.
* I’ll add this to her biography once I write it, but she was named by Darksplash. She was also his favorite kit.
* Adding on to that, if she had been named by Fernfrost instead of Darksplash, her name would’ve been Trilliumkit. Her suffix would’ve been -bird regardless of her prefix since it was a reference to how she became a medicine cat. So we could’ve had Trilliumbird.
* I’ll also add this to various pages later, but Whitekit was born first. Then Stormkit. Then Sootkit.

### Quotes

[Old RP]

*"Whoever that was, slow down. I don't want to treat any more twisted paws today."*

*"What an adventure. To be fair, I specifically told you not to go around trying to collect the comfrey, so this is all your fault. Still, you shouldn't get in trouble for it. I'm going in anyways to get some comfrey from the medicine cat, so I can try explaining to Lavenderstar that you didn't actually mean to be a furbrain, if you'd like me to."*

*"Pardon my intrusion, but could I perhaps have a word with you on the behalf of the mouse-brained HorizonClanner that just went sprinting out of here?"*

*"Surprise. Honestly, all I wanted was some comfrey. How did I manage to get caught up in this?"*

*"Is that so? I have an idea, then. Perhaps it would be a fun exercise for you to actually* talk *to the cats you live with. Learn their names and all that mouse-dung instead of only learning what messages they want you to run around with."*

*"Who’s the shy little thing with the scratched up face?"*

*"Stormclaw, how in the name of StarClan could you fail to realize that your mate was pregnant?"*

*"Hold on, there’s a discrepancy there. Stormclaw, you say it wasn’t obvious that Hazel was pregnant. But Emberpaw, you said that you were born only a moon after he left. A typical pregnancy lasts three moons, so if Stormclaw left Hazel when she was already two moons pregnant, it should have been plain to see."*

*"Sootsnow, you can at least* try *to have some tact..."*

*"Emberpaw. Which d’you like more, rabbits or fish? I’ll give you a hint. There’s only one correct answer, and it isn’t fish."*

**Stormclaw:** *"Lay off, Whitebird."*

**Whitebird:** *"No, I don’t think I will. Emberpaw’s a part of the family, so I am now obligated to make fun of her just as much as everyone else."*

**Emberpaw:** *"I'm FallClan and I'm proud of it."*

**Whitebird:** *"You have a right to be. Don't mistake my rudeness for rudeness."*

*”Not too long ago, I noticed that we were running low on celandine. Not really a problem. I went off to go collect some, and while I was out in the middle of the moor, lo and behold, a badger came lumbering at me. Being the composed, dignified cat that I am, I heroically took off running in the opposite direction. ‘Cause, believe it or not, I wasn’t too keen on becoming fresh-kill."*

*"Congratulations, Emberpaw. You’re officially enough of a family member to be subjected to dung humor. How honorable."*

*"Yeah. It is, actually. As a kit, I used to help my soon-to-be mentor out a lot, especially while Fernfrost was sick. I wanted to train as a medicine cat after she died, in order to prevent other cats from having to go through that sort of thing. I guess StarClan thought I was right for the job, so they sent their approval. Whenever someone tries to tell me I’m too rough to be a medicine cat, I just tell them about that. It usually shuts them up."*

*"Why, thank you. Sometimes I think I should start making scratch marks in the wall, to count every time someone tells me I’m too harsh or callous for the role. It’s quite entertaining, really."*

*"For example, Emberpaw. You don’t have a very good image of yourself, do you? Probably because your mother most likely told you that you were worthless or talentless or dumb things like that fairly often? Well, we know for a fact that Hazel was full of dung, so just go ahead and disregard everything you ever heard from her. Don’t feel bad about yourself, because that’s what that crazy fox-heart would want. Love yourself just to spite her."*

*"I derive great pleasure from saying helpful and inspirational things in the most thoughtless manner possible."*

*"Exactly. I pretty much just do whatever I want. As long as I think it’s funny, I really don’t care how many cats I upset or confuse. I meant what I said, though. Have some faith in yourself. You’ve made it this far, so you’re definitely a pretty strong cat."*

**Whitebird:** *"If you two want honey, get it yourselves. Emberpaw has guest privileges."*

**Stormclaw:** *"I'm technically a guest, too."*

**Whitebird:** *"Yes, but you're annoying."*

**Sootsnow:** *"See?* I’m *able to get out of my duties to spend time with family. Why won’t you?"*

**Whitebird:** *"Because unlike you, I find incessant socializing to be draining."*

*"You’re welcome here whenever you’d like. Oh, and you can have free access to my honey supply whenever you find yourself in MarshClan. You don’t have to ask permission. Also, keep an eye on Stormclaw, will you? I can already tell you’re ten times more responsible than he is."* - (to Emberpaw)

*"Excellent. Have fun with Sootsnow. If she talks your ears off, drip some horsetail pulp into them. It’ll soothe the ache. It was delightful to meet you. Now shoo."*

**Whitebird:** *"Oh. What are you pacing about for?"*

**Canyonmist:** *"What? Nothing, nothing, just thinking."*

**Whitebird:** *"Really? Wow, that's new."*

*"I'm here to check up on how things are going with you and the kits, so I hope you don't mind if I prod your stomach around."*

**Whitebird:** *"Or it could also be because being pregnant will supposedly increase your body heat. But I’m just an old medicine cat, so what do I know?"*

**Basilpool:** *"Or maybe you're correct. I wouldn't know. It's not like I've done this before."*

**Whitebird:** *"I was being sarcastic. Of course I’m right. I know what I’m doing.”*

*"Don't forget about that borage. It'll taste like a fermented hairball, but it'll help."*

**Canyonmist:** *"Is she okay?"*

**Whitebird:** *"Nope. She contracted blackcough overnight. I'm kidding. Everything seems healthy and normal."*

**Whitebird:** *"Make sure not to do anything stupid and hurt yourself while we’re out.”*

**Canyonmist:** *"I'm not going to be stupid."*

**Whitebird:** *"Oh, lovely. I'll add that to my list of things that are new."*

*"We really only need the leaves, but the stems have a rather sweet taste. I’ve been wondering lately if it would be a good idea to shred them into pieces and add them to poultices and herb mixes to make them taste better. So when we find the dock, try to pull up the stems, too — but not the roots. We want them to grow back. If you rip the roots out, I’ll rip your eyes out.”*

**Whitebird:** *"Oh, congratulations. Those are all the right plant. I must say, I’m almost disappointed. I was looking forward to making fun of you.”*

**Canyonmist:** *"Sounds like something you would look forward to."*

**Whitebird:** *"You know me so well."*

**Whitebird:** *"Thanks. It’s always entertaining to tell a cat that the next time they’re having stomach pains, they’re obligated to stroll into my den and essentially have experiments performed on them instead of just eating some watermint.”*

**Canyonmist:** *"I'll have to take your word for it."*

**Whitebird:** *"It’s an honor, really. They’re getting to help out their medicine cat with something that’s potentially groundbreaking. If the poultice works, that would mean I discovered a new remedy for bellyaches. And it would tell me a lot about the properties of dock and chervil— the plants I used for it. That’s why I was low on dock. But my point is that our Clanmates should be proud to have bestowed upon them the privilege of me forcing strange concoctions down their throats.”*

**Canyonmist:** *"If you say so, Whitebird."*

**Whitebird:** *"I do say so. Wouldn't you agree?"*

**Canyonmist:** *"Um..."*

**Whitebird:** *"Say yes."*

**Canyonmist:** *"Yes."*

**Whitebird:** *"Good answer."*

*"In my den, the dock goes in that little hole I dug out of the floor in the far left corner. Top row, second to last hole. Be sure to get it right, because if you drop those leaves in with the comfrey, I’m going to make you separate them yourself while I laugh at you.”*

**Whitebird:** *"Oh, there you are. Honestly, I just finished checking just about everywhere else in the camp. Why are you and Motheye so prone to disappearing right when it’d be convenient to have you around?”*

**Hazepaw:** *"I don't know. I was just sorting herbs..."*

**Whitebird:** *"Well, you see, herbs can only be sorted so many times before you start running out of new ways to do it. Anyways, while you were doing that, you may have noticed that we’re fairly low on tormentil. Our last batch rotted, so I threw it out. Why don’t you wrap that up and come with me to get some more?”*

**Hazepaw:** *"Okay."*

**Whitebird:** *"Wonderful. Granted, even if you’d said no, I wouldn’t have given you much of a choice, but it’s still polite to ask. And it’s more fun for both of us if you come willingly.”*

*"You can act like I’m a badger if you so desire, but at least tell me which herbs you’re collecting so I know whether or not to get them myself. I have burnet and dandelion, so you don’t have to worry about picking those up.”*

*"Since feverfew has short roots, it usually dies during leaf-bare, and then it’s hard to come across. So I’m trying to mix borage and lavender since both help with separate aspects of fever. I need the raspberries to sweeten it a bit. As long as it's sweet, I can trick kits into swallowing it."*

*"The thing about FallClan is that it’s* FallClan. *It’s essentially a giant lake and it reeks of fish. The only way to get to the camp without swimming is by hopping across that tiny little trail of stepping stones they somehow thought would be helpful. So I’d rather not do that if it can be avoided.”*

*"Rasperry bushes. Smallish with round leaves. Their most defining feature is the fact that there are raspberries on them."*

**Whitebird:** *"Any luck on your end?"*

**Motheye:** *"I think I might have found one. The leaves look like raspberry leaves and the buds look similar."*

**Whitebird:** *"Yep, that's it. Good job using those namesakes of yours."*

*"I left [the poultice] on the floor, so if anyone stole it or messed it up, I swear I’m going to use their whiskers as seasoning in my next mixture.”*

*"I can tell I'm making progress because it smells almost edible now."*

**Sootsnow:** *"You two know that Eelstride can never leave her camp, right?”*

**Whitebird:** *"Yes, and that’s sad and all, but quite frankly, I don’t care all that much.”*

**Sootsnow:** *"Yeah, okay, but there might be a way to help her."*

**Whitebird:** *"Oh, so you've discovered an herb that regenerates limbs? Please, do tell.”*

*"That is probably the most absurd thing to ever reach my ears. That being said... it might work."*

- (about Sootsnow’s plan to make a raft)

*"Yes, I daresay it would be a lot easier to get seeds from a fig than from a vine."*

**Sootsnow:** *"Thawsun dropped it off the tree to get it to me and it didn't break. It seems pretty strong."*

**Whitebird:** *"Oh, you don't say? It's almost like it's strong specifically for the purpose of protecting its seeds. Hm."*

- (about a strangler fig)

**Whitebird:** *"Would it be best to start poking around the border now, or perhaps another time? Or should we be slugs and tell Mottlestrike to ask Snakespeckle to do it since she's closer?"*

**Motheye:** *"Perhaps we should ask Mottlestrike. Or I can go to Snakespeckle."*

**Whitebird:** *"You could. So could I. So could Minkstar. StarClan, so could Twistwhisker. But see, I happened to be under the impression that it was Mottlestrike's job to do things like that. So maybe —* maaaaybe *we should leave it to him."*

**Motheye:** *"Whitebird, do you need me to tell [Mottlestrike] anything else?"*

**Whitebird:** *"Yeah. Tell him he's a hare-brain."*

**Whitebird:** *"It might turn out horribly, but that's how we learn. At least I'm yet to accidentally kill anybody."*

**Motheye:** *"Let's hope it's an accident, then."*

**Whitebird:** *"Oh, it probably will be. Unless some unfortunate cat botches up one of my experiments or something. In that case, who can say...?"*

**Motheye:** *"Yew berries and nightshade to make it quick. Water hemlock and foxglove to make it slow and painful."*

**Whitebird:** *"See, that depends on two things: which experiment they botched, and whether or not I'm in a merciful mood."*

**Motheye:** *"Make it three: Depends if it's a little kit and if you don't want your ears bitten off by its mother."*

**Whitebird:** *"Oh, yes. We can't have that, now, can we?"*

*"If they start kicking, feel free to scream like a fox on fire. It’s reportedly quite difficult to manage words when there are tiny cats trying to squeeze out of your body. Besides, I’ve probably heard worse.”*

*"Oh, lovely. Just keep calm and try not to die. Bite down on this [stick] if you need to. The bark tastes like fossilized bugs, so perhaps that can distract you from the agony for a bit. It should take longer to break than your water.”*

**Canyonmist:** *"Sticks!"*

**Whitebird:** *"Much appreciated. Set them down near me, then get out of the nursery. Be sure to do that last part correctly. Most new fathers seem to have trouble with it.”*

**Canyonmist:** *"Is she going to be okay?"*

**Whitebird:** *"Not if you keep distracting me."*

**Whitebird:** *"Ah, just in time. You have a son and a daughter. Everyone's healthy. Have fun fawning over them."*

**Canyonmist:** *"There's* two *of them?"*

**Whitebird:** *"Yes. Last I checked, one son and one daughter added up to two kits."*

*"Do you need more herbs, or would you mind coughing more quietly?"*

**Whitebird:** *"Here."*

**Mintfang:** *"Is it going to taste as bad as your concoctions usually do?"*

**Whitebird:** *"Probably, yes."*

*"I’ll just be in my den. Holler if you need anything. Or, well, croak more loudly than usual if you need anything.”*

**Mintfang:** *“T-tell Rillpaw I’m sorry.”*

**Whitebird:** *“I will.”*

- Mintfang’s last words

*"You've earned this. I'm proud of you. Motheye would be, too."* - (to Hazepaw right before naming her Hazewish)

**Whitebird:** *“It was Hazel, wasn’t it?”*

**Stormclaw:** *“What— you— I-I— y-yes. Yes, that was her name.”*

**Whitebird:** *“Figured as much.”*

*“That’s StarClan for you. Vague and untimely hareheads.”*

*“Oh,* please. *Enough with all the suspicion, you hotblooded hairwads. To put it eloquently, it’s* stupid.”

“*About time you started to show up. I’ve been waiting for an hour.”*

**Kestrelnight:** *“That’s, uh… an interesting decision.”*

**Whitebird:** *“Right. That’s why I’m ignoring it.”*

**Thornstep:** *“Where’s MarshClan?”*

**Whitebird:** *“I* am *MarshClan.”*

*“I* know *it doesn’t make sense. That’s why I came here anyways. The Clan shouldn’t suffer just ’cause their leader is a harebrain.”*

*“Now hold on a moment. There’s no need for you all to get so antsy just ‘cause* some *of us can’t keep our fur flat. We want to make sure that we’ve covered all of our ground.”*

*“Well, on my part, I also think it would be prudent to stock up on herbs as well as prey. Because, believe it or not, they might come in somewhat handy during a war.”*

*“Very well, then. Let’s be off. I’d best make sure that my apprentice hasn’t broken anything in my absence.”*