*Age: 4 moons
*Appearance: Short haired, long tail, blue eyes, pure white fur. Black whiskers.
Personality: Take charge kind of cat. Uses logic to work stuff out. Reserved but will speak her mind when she feels it's needed.
History: Her and her sister were dumped on the side of the thunderpath.
Other: She is named Black because of the whiskers.
*Roleplay Sample: The pure white she-kit moped around the small cardboard box trying to figure out why her owners put her here. She was hungry, thirsty and the box smelled. She wanted out. Black could tell it was about to storm and was determined to get her and her sister out. "White. Hush up and help me tip this over." She mewed to her pure black sister who was mewing her head off.