The Essentials
up on my side, where it is felt

Name: Webwhisper
Prefix Meaning: The way he clung to his mother as a newborn - "like cobwebs"
Suffix Meaning: His generally quieter demeanour
Sex: Male
Age: 48 Moons
Sexuality: Homosexual
Rank: Warrior
Role: Nightwalker
Adopt Thread: N/A

The Body
i pack a little pistol on my pistol belt

Base Coat Color: Chocolate
Markings: One tiny white fleck on the pawpad of his front left paw
Eye Color: Dull green
Body Size and Build: Large, tall, spindly
Fur Length and Texture: Short, silky
Additional Physical Traits: Large ears, long-legged
Health and Scars: Fit and at the prime of his life, Webwhisper has a couple years to go before he can enjoy all the benefits of older age, like creaking knees and lots of fleas. He has a small slice through the left side of his nose, but it can hardly be seen for his dark pelt and skin.
Full Appearance Description: Some could say that Webwhisper is like a shadow itself, with his almost-black shiny pelt and long features.

The Identity
i think it might be fear

Positive Traits: Hardworking, passionate, courageous, efficient, perceptive, decisive
Neutral Traits: Driven, stubborn, private, quiet, businesslike, political, intelligent
Negative Traits: Insecure, possessive, underhand, superstitious, defensive

Full Trait Description: Outwardly, Webwhisper is a stoic kind of soul, for the most part focused on getting whatever work needs doing done as quickly as possible. He doesn't tend to approach others unless it's to discuss a patrol, and whilst he will engage in idle chit-chat, he is rarely the one to initiate it. Along with his work, he does his best to keep up with the clans' politics- who knows when they might come in handy?
He does have a passionate side to him, but it's somewhat like the two faces of a coin - when he feels there is an issue that requires him to stand up and defend something, he will not hesitate to do so, and in these occasions his usual reserved demeanour completely dissolves into a booming voice and a fiery passion for what he believes in or has faith in. Due to his naturally decisive nature, he is also usually the first to take action against an issue, and gets rather irritated if it takes too long - even if his tactics are long-game, mostly, and relatively... well, sly.
Deep down, alongside all of the aforementioned, lies a quietly boiling anxiety surrounding his superstitious nature. Duneclan's beliefs surrounding the Cursed are implanted deep into the tom's head; however, therein lies the problem of his white spot on his paw. Luckily, it's concealable, and he tries to keep the tufts of fur between his toes groomed over it, but if there's white on him, isn't he a monster too, somewhere deep down? The easy answer is, well, perhaps: he tends towards possessive tendencies with things he feels he has earned, like his status, or even any future mate. Perhaps not so much in the case of cats, but certainly with more politically-based things like reputation.

Loves: The night sky, gentle wind
Likes: The sun warmth (funnily enough), clouds, kits (as much as he complains)
Dislikes: Too-close contact with cats he doesn't trust, the smell of sickness
Hates: Being taken advantage of/taken for a fool
Fears: Deep water, sandstorms
Secrets: His possessive/overprotective ways
Dreams: Whilst the idea is still far off in his head, he would like nothing more than a family and a legacy to pass down to them

Strengths: Eyesight, hearing, stealth, speed
Normals: Smelling, attack, flexibility, hunting
Weaknesses: Defence, swimming, jumping, climbing

The Past
of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid

Dark- and Dust- hadn't been planning on having kits when they did, but the three bundles that nestled at their grey-pelted mother's belly had proved their reservations unwarranted. The three tomkits, two black like Dark- and one grey like Dust-, were thus named Webkit, Eveningkit and Mistkit, and their parents, proudly superstitious Nightwalkers both, marvelled at their kits' complete lack of white. They were to be a blessed litter, they would make Duneclan great and they would make Duneclan proud, and it was ensured by their parents that they knew this from a young age. Whilst his brothers took this more to heart, becoming rambunctious and aggressive as they grew, Webpaw thought on it a little longer- he didn't have the brawn to be a renown battler, he didn't have the pull towards medicine. So instead, he specialised as a sort of tactician, working more on his senses and his mental ability.

This would come in handy when Dark- was accused of an affair with a Daywalker by his own mate. He had fought the allegations ferociously, and whilst the rumours were eventually dropped, he continued to defend his father's reputation even if it meant his mother left them both behind. Dark-’s death to sickness a few moons later did not go unnoticed, and Webpaw tried to grieve with the rest of the clan, but he never forgave his mother for what she did, for what she had said.

It was around this time that his white fleck became apparent. A flash of bright fur against his dark paw. It scared him, what it could mean scared him, and he hid it from his family in fears that he would be blamed for what had happened. The thought still keeps him up at night, sometimes.
In any case, the brothers became warriors soon enough, and they remained tight-knit throughout their entire lives. The sandstorm took its toll, however- Mist- fell sick and his sickness took him quickly. The remaining brothers are still rather shaken from the loss, but it was not their way to let things like that keep them down. The sandstorm let up, and Webwhisper dove nose-first back into as much of Clan duty as he feasibly could- but he will spare a glance at his fleck every now and again, as if to remind himself that there is something he must work even harder not to become.