Post by x.Basil.x on Feb 23, 2009 18:26:49 GMT -5
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Name: Frostfire
Age: Seventeen Moons
Clan: AbyssClan
Position: Deputy
Personality: Ice cold to say the least. This she-cat diffidently wasn't picked by starclan for a cheery personality, but for her courage and strength. Frostfire never backs down to a challenge and has a tongue as sharp as a razor blade, with claws and muscles to back it up as well. She is large for a she-cat and uses this easily to her advantage, some say her heart is frozen in ice and they may as well be true. Frostfire sees emotions as a weakness and hides hers behind harsh words and claws, though, if a cat dares to try and befriend her or at least gain mutual respect they may see her soft motherly side and protectiveness. But don't get her wrong, she isn't really a she-devil, she is actually amazingly loyal to her clan and would fight to the death to protect them. The whole point of her icy appearance is to gain respect from other cats and to keep her clan safe by trying to intimidate other clans.
As for her beliefs in starclan, there isn't much. She questions them entirely and has proven quite stubborn, though even she can't deny that there is something in the stars. She is just not willing to admit they are her ancestors, admitting that would make her feel to insignificant and vulnerable, something she never wants to feel again due to her hard past.
History: Frost was born in an alleyway in the twoleg place. Even at her first breath she was already fighting to live, roughly pushing her siblings away to try and get to her mother to nurse. Her mother was a cream colored she-cat with ragged fur named Sage, her ear torn and sides lined with scars from struggling to live in the twoleg place. From the start Frost's mother wasn't vary warming to wards her kittens, snapping at them if they annoyed her to much and acting as if they meant nothing. Frost didn't know much of her father, a scarred silver tom named scorn who dropped off fresh kill every night but then disappeared until the next night. As a few moons passed and frost's eyes opened and she learned to walk her life became harder, her mother would leave for days on end, usually coming back when her kits where on the edge of starvation. Frost lost two sisters this way, they weren't strong enough to survive the days without food. Frost knew even then that her mother was un trustworthy and she started teaching herself to hunt by attacking her siblings or anything that moved, and when the day came on her sixth moon she and her two surviving brothers set out on their own after they realized this time their mother wasn't coming back. Her two brothers, Rain and Hawk, treated her as the leader of the group; being a little smaller then Frost and not as strong.
The three of them lived fending for themselves for moons, actually having fun at it. Frost became a quite beautiful she-cat and attracted the eyes of toms while her brothers where equally handsome. Though Frosts untrusting ways followed her, she refused to trust new cats she met or even her parents. And one day it happened, she and her brothers had been hunting when they came across two skinny cats in an old alleyway. A familiar alleyway. Their birthplace. The cream-colored cat laid on the ground, her rips showing through her matted fur and her sides not moving, her eyes glazed over. This discovery didn't faze Frost in the least, but her brothers seemed as shocked as if Sage had actually been a good mother and they suffered a loss. To Frost, this was just an old bag of bones that abandoned them when they where kits, not a mother.
The silver tom lowered his head and snarled, sizing his daughter up with frenzied dull eyes. He stood tall and large for a half starved tom and Frosts large size now seemed generic rather then raw luck. The tom, once their father, attacked without warning; leaping at Rain with a ear-splitting screech and sinking crooked teeth into the smaller toms shoulder. Automatically Frost turned to protect her brother, slamming her father away from rain and clenching Scorns neck in her teeth, her mind numb and confused. Why would a father attack his own kits, and why would they both have abandoned them in the first place?! Her rage spilled over as she pinned the skinny tom and thrashed her head until he grew limp.
From now on she had no parents, she was born of hate and betrayal. After seeing Sage and Scorn fall to the harshness of the twoleg place Frost and her brothers wanted to believe there was something better for them out their. When Frost had a dream about forests and clans and a meeting she didn't give it a second thought before starting her journey, leaving her brothers behind. She would see them again if this dream turned into something real.
Apprentice: Yes
RP Sample: ..........
Other: She collects odd things, teeth, stones, feathers, etc.
Name: Frostfire
Age: Seventeen Moons
Clan: AbyssClan
Position: Deputy
Personality: Ice cold to say the least. This she-cat diffidently wasn't picked by starclan for a cheery personality, but for her courage and strength. Frostfire never backs down to a challenge and has a tongue as sharp as a razor blade, with claws and muscles to back it up as well. She is large for a she-cat and uses this easily to her advantage, some say her heart is frozen in ice and they may as well be true. Frostfire sees emotions as a weakness and hides hers behind harsh words and claws, though, if a cat dares to try and befriend her or at least gain mutual respect they may see her soft motherly side and protectiveness. But don't get her wrong, she isn't really a she-devil, she is actually amazingly loyal to her clan and would fight to the death to protect them. The whole point of her icy appearance is to gain respect from other cats and to keep her clan safe by trying to intimidate other clans.
As for her beliefs in starclan, there isn't much. She questions them entirely and has proven quite stubborn, though even she can't deny that there is something in the stars. She is just not willing to admit they are her ancestors, admitting that would make her feel to insignificant and vulnerable, something she never wants to feel again due to her hard past.
History: Frost was born in an alleyway in the twoleg place. Even at her first breath she was already fighting to live, roughly pushing her siblings away to try and get to her mother to nurse. Her mother was a cream colored she-cat with ragged fur named Sage, her ear torn and sides lined with scars from struggling to live in the twoleg place. From the start Frost's mother wasn't vary warming to wards her kittens, snapping at them if they annoyed her to much and acting as if they meant nothing. Frost didn't know much of her father, a scarred silver tom named scorn who dropped off fresh kill every night but then disappeared until the next night. As a few moons passed and frost's eyes opened and she learned to walk her life became harder, her mother would leave for days on end, usually coming back when her kits where on the edge of starvation. Frost lost two sisters this way, they weren't strong enough to survive the days without food. Frost knew even then that her mother was un trustworthy and she started teaching herself to hunt by attacking her siblings or anything that moved, and when the day came on her sixth moon she and her two surviving brothers set out on their own after they realized this time their mother wasn't coming back. Her two brothers, Rain and Hawk, treated her as the leader of the group; being a little smaller then Frost and not as strong.
The three of them lived fending for themselves for moons, actually having fun at it. Frost became a quite beautiful she-cat and attracted the eyes of toms while her brothers where equally handsome. Though Frosts untrusting ways followed her, she refused to trust new cats she met or even her parents. And one day it happened, she and her brothers had been hunting when they came across two skinny cats in an old alleyway. A familiar alleyway. Their birthplace. The cream-colored cat laid on the ground, her rips showing through her matted fur and her sides not moving, her eyes glazed over. This discovery didn't faze Frost in the least, but her brothers seemed as shocked as if Sage had actually been a good mother and they suffered a loss. To Frost, this was just an old bag of bones that abandoned them when they where kits, not a mother.
The silver tom lowered his head and snarled, sizing his daughter up with frenzied dull eyes. He stood tall and large for a half starved tom and Frosts large size now seemed generic rather then raw luck. The tom, once their father, attacked without warning; leaping at Rain with a ear-splitting screech and sinking crooked teeth into the smaller toms shoulder. Automatically Frost turned to protect her brother, slamming her father away from rain and clenching Scorns neck in her teeth, her mind numb and confused. Why would a father attack his own kits, and why would they both have abandoned them in the first place?! Her rage spilled over as she pinned the skinny tom and thrashed her head until he grew limp.
From now on she had no parents, she was born of hate and betrayal. After seeing Sage and Scorn fall to the harshness of the twoleg place Frost and her brothers wanted to believe there was something better for them out their. When Frost had a dream about forests and clans and a meeting she didn't give it a second thought before starting her journey, leaving her brothers behind. She would see them again if this dream turned into something real.
Apprentice: Yes
RP Sample: ..........
Other: She collects odd things, teeth, stones, feathers, etc.