whitney adores her friends, sometimes to the point of annoyance. initiating conversation wasn't an issue for her, and she could easily disregard personal space if it meant making a new friend. once she obtains someone's phone number, she'd often send them meaningless drivel or a thought the mere second it enters her head, believing it to be worth sharing. if you can get used to her bubbly personality and gumption, whitney makes a fine friend. she'd never forget to tag you along on a shopping trip into kogane city or save you a spot at a local pokémon tournament. in truth, whitney hates to be alone with her thoughts and insecurities, feeling a need to reach out and connect.

some of her peers within her school have taken a disliking to her, but whitney assures this is just jealousy of her cute face and perky chest. most of the people whitney butted heads with were females who didn't care for her girly style or perceived her to be vain and shallow. whitney preferred not to be a part of drama, rather an onlooker to it because gossip was a guilty pleasure among her friends. a positive circle was key to a healthy inner self, or so she read in a magazine.

whitney's love life is turbulent and often short lived, falling apart as fast as it had flourished. most relationships never ventured far from a few dates, with most men inciting frustration with her immaturity. not willing to accept fault, whitney would end things in a huff and whine on a blog post about how men are such jerks and that she's better off single. her only one true love, or so she says, is Morty of the neighboring Enju City. he never responds to her messages but that doesn't stop her from trying. loneliness effects everyone and whitney was no exception, wondering at times if she was too clingy or if her views on love were too conventional. her miltank was perfectly fine without the presence of some stupid boy either way.