Whisperkit is a very small she-cat. She has light, blue-grey fur. Her eyes are a deep blue, although sometimes they change to be a greenish-brown color. She has one white paw for some reason. She's rather slender, and her size allows her to move silently. Her fur is very thin, so it doesn't keep her as warm as most kits' fur. It is also very soft and smooth. She is oddly fast for a kit, and is missing the tip of her tail, as she lost it in a twoleg trap. Her ears are rather big, and although the tip of her tail is missing, it is still unusually long. She has pale whiskers whish are rather short, and sharp claws which she keeps sheathed. She also has amazing endurance and agility. She often keeps still, trying to get her unusual fur color to blend in with the camp. Obviously, she always fails.

Whisperkit is a very quiet she-kit. She likes to watch things to try and see how they work. She loves hanging out with Silverwings, the medicine cat. She hopes to become a medicine cat apprentice when she gets old enough. She doesn't often play with the other kits, and sometimes this worries the older cats. She is very gentile, though she loves to pounce on the tails of older cats. She also likes pouncing on leaves, twigs, and other nonliving things. She's really intelligent, and easily remembers thing shown or told to her. She likes to explore, and one time made it out of camp, which is how she lost the tip of her tail. Since then, she has stayed in camp, eagerly awaiting her apprenticeship. She also likes to hang around the elders and listen to their stories.

Whisperkit was abandoned inside RiverClan borders when she was but a moon old. A RiverClan queen took her in, although an odd scent was found on her. This scent was WindClan scent. The queen who took her in never told anyone about this scent, and Whisperkit has grown to believe she is of RiverClan. When she was three moons old, she slipped out of camp and got her tail stuck in a twoleg trap. She lost the tip, and has never left camp since.
Her name came from her silent movements, even at the young age she was found. It also came from her tendency to watch things instead of taking part in them, and her odd shyness. She seems to know she's different than the other kits, although she doesn't show it. She also often has dreams about two Russian Blue cats in a camp full of rose thorns.

Whisperkit darted out of the nursery. Around her, everyone was preparing for the gathering. She hurried over to Soulwater. The medicine cat looked down at her as the tiny kit pounced on her tail.
"Soulwater, are you going to the gathering tonight?" she asked. Soulwater nodded as Whisperkit pounced again. She let out a tiny mew of laughter. "Soulwater, I want to come too!" She said. She was in awe of the medicine cat. While most other kits wanted to become warriors, she wished to be a medicine cat and walk the ways of StarClan. She slid off of Soulwater's tail and padded away to allow her idol to prepare for the gathering. Becoming bored without a cat's tail to pounce on, she pulled a leaf off of a low branch. She tossed it up into the air and pounced on it as it fell. She kept pouncing on the fallen leaf until it was nothing more than a few green shreds on the ground.