Post by frigidstar on Apr 12, 2008 1:23:07 GMT -5
Name:
Frigidheart
Gender:
she-cat
Rank:
warrior
Clan:
Shadow
Description:
Frigidheart is a very beautiful young cat with a certain kit-like quality about her face and the small size of her body.
Her fur is a light silvery-gray color, and silky to the touch. She has very light -- but still dark enough to be noticeable -- tabby markings on her coat, only making her face all the more cute.
Off-white -- but not quite pure white markings are plainly visible on her face, and her chest is a lighter version of the off- white color; closer to real white than the markings on her face are.
Her front paws are off-white, and the color extends up to the backward-bend in her hind legs.
Her tail is the same gray as her body toward the base, but it gradually darkens until it ends in an almost-black tip.
Finally, the she-cat's eyes are said to be the most beautiful part of her. They are sort of in between yellow and green in color, and so far no one has found a single thing that could match the color of her eyes. They are round and curious, and through them her extreme intelligence is easy to perceive.
Picture:
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Personality:
Frigidheart is a very smart cat; she misses hardly anything around her. But she has not been around a crowd of cats many times before, and therefore doesn't know how to in a crowd. Her youth shines through frequently; often he can be found sparring with the apprentices outside their den. She is too young to be interested in a mate just yet, but she will undoubtedly soon reach that stage where certain toms start catching her eye. She is very willing to make friends, and she hardly ever argues unless there's a good reason to.
History:
Frigidheart was born a loner. Her family had lived in a barn at the time of her birth, which was, unusually, a winter's night. She cats usually have their kits during the spring, but Frigidheart's mother had mated very late in the mating season, resulting in a late birth.
The gray kitten was very cold when she was born. Her blood had become chilled the second she she had left her mother's womb. She would have died had not her mother, father, and the two other loner cats who lived in the barn gathered around her to warm her blood with their own body heat. Because of this ordeal, and because her mother had once visited the legendary Clans of the forest, it was decided that the kit's name would be Frigidkit, and would have her surname changed like the Clan cats did.
The kit did warm up, and did live, and did grow along with her sister and brother, who unfortunately were killed in a dog attack when they were three moons old.
Consumed by the loss of her beloved kits, the mother slowly began to eat less and less, until she died of starvation after another three moons. Frigitkit became Frigidpaw the day after her mother died.
Her father tried to care for the kit, but he found that he could not effectively teach and hunt for her, as well as himself. But he kept it up as well as he could, until Frigidpaw turned twelve moons old and received her name of Frigidheart and he decided that she could fend for herself.
Her father left as soon as she had become Frigidheart, with only the two loners who were unrelated to her for company. These loners told Frigidheart the origin of her name, and she decided that she would seek out these Clan cats which she had never been informed of and find out more about them.
Well, she did find the Clans, and the first one she stumbled upon happened to be RiverClan, who accepted her without question, seeing as she already had a warrior name and the hunting and fighting skills to go with it.
IC:
Frigidheart, her heart pounding, crouched on the safe side of the Horseplace fence while trying to decide what to do. She could risk walking around the edge of the fence along the thunderpath, and risk getting hit by a monster. No, that idea was out. There went one of her three options. Another was to go around the Horseplace fence in the opposite direction that would get her hit, toward the hills. This did not seem like a terrible idea, so she raised her head a bit to look and sniff around. As soon as she did so, the she-cat went into a sneezing fit, which didn't stop for a good ten seconds. Must be scent of the heather and sage, the feline thought. Maybe I'm allergic to it? She shook her head to clear it. She could have handled the sneezing, but there was another problem: it was the long way around. If she traveled that way, she would have to walk all the way around the Horseplace until she was practically exactly where she was now. Also, there was the bog. From where she sat now, the Frigidheart could see a large expanse of marsh area that she would have to walk through to get where she was going. She shuddered at the disgusting thought of that slimy mud, the frogs wiggling out from under her paws, and the sopping-wet fur she would have when she was through. No, that direction was definitely out. Which left her with the third and final option: go through the horses' field. Frigidheart had been avoiding this, but it was the only way to get where she was going. The horses seemed to be grazing peacefully; she could detect no danger. She carefully planned it out before leaving her hiding place. First the she-cat would leap through the wooden poles that kept the horses from running away from home, then she would sprint across the field to the stand of trees on the far side. Then she'd go through the poles again, and walk the rest of the way on the narrow strip of dry land between the the Horseplace fence and the bog. It seemed like good plan to her, so, her heart still beating at ten tree-lengths per second, she sprang up from the tussock of grass where she was hiding, leaped through the poles, and ran across the field. She prayed as hard as she could to StarClan -- the warrior ancestors she had recently started believing in so she could join a Clan -- that the horses had not been startled, and was soon under the trees and on the other side of the fence. Frigidheart collapsed on the ground, panting harder than she had in moons. She lay still for many minutes, until sh felt rested enough to continue. She rose to her paws, shook out her coat and continued on her journey. Soon she began to smell cats. They all had different scents, but apparently they lived in four large groups. These must be ThunderClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan and WindClan, just like the loners back home had told her. She quickened her pace until, all at once, she crossed a line that was unmistakable a borderline. She was in Clan territory now.
Password:
Secrets
Frigidheart
Gender:
she-cat
Rank:
warrior
Clan:
Shadow
Description:
Frigidheart is a very beautiful young cat with a certain kit-like quality about her face and the small size of her body.
Her fur is a light silvery-gray color, and silky to the touch. She has very light -- but still dark enough to be noticeable -- tabby markings on her coat, only making her face all the more cute.
Off-white -- but not quite pure white markings are plainly visible on her face, and her chest is a lighter version of the off- white color; closer to real white than the markings on her face are.
Her front paws are off-white, and the color extends up to the backward-bend in her hind legs.
Her tail is the same gray as her body toward the base, but it gradually darkens until it ends in an almost-black tip.
Finally, the she-cat's eyes are said to be the most beautiful part of her. They are sort of in between yellow and green in color, and so far no one has found a single thing that could match the color of her eyes. They are round and curious, and through them her extreme intelligence is easy to perceive.
Picture:
-click-
Personality:
Frigidheart is a very smart cat; she misses hardly anything around her. But she has not been around a crowd of cats many times before, and therefore doesn't know how to in a crowd. Her youth shines through frequently; often he can be found sparring with the apprentices outside their den. She is too young to be interested in a mate just yet, but she will undoubtedly soon reach that stage where certain toms start catching her eye. She is very willing to make friends, and she hardly ever argues unless there's a good reason to.
History:
Frigidheart was born a loner. Her family had lived in a barn at the time of her birth, which was, unusually, a winter's night. She cats usually have their kits during the spring, but Frigidheart's mother had mated very late in the mating season, resulting in a late birth.
The gray kitten was very cold when she was born. Her blood had become chilled the second she she had left her mother's womb. She would have died had not her mother, father, and the two other loner cats who lived in the barn gathered around her to warm her blood with their own body heat. Because of this ordeal, and because her mother had once visited the legendary Clans of the forest, it was decided that the kit's name would be Frigidkit, and would have her surname changed like the Clan cats did.
The kit did warm up, and did live, and did grow along with her sister and brother, who unfortunately were killed in a dog attack when they were three moons old.
Consumed by the loss of her beloved kits, the mother slowly began to eat less and less, until she died of starvation after another three moons. Frigitkit became Frigidpaw the day after her mother died.
Her father tried to care for the kit, but he found that he could not effectively teach and hunt for her, as well as himself. But he kept it up as well as he could, until Frigidpaw turned twelve moons old and received her name of Frigidheart and he decided that she could fend for herself.
Her father left as soon as she had become Frigidheart, with only the two loners who were unrelated to her for company. These loners told Frigidheart the origin of her name, and she decided that she would seek out these Clan cats which she had never been informed of and find out more about them.
Well, she did find the Clans, and the first one she stumbled upon happened to be RiverClan, who accepted her without question, seeing as she already had a warrior name and the hunting and fighting skills to go with it.
IC:
Frigidheart, her heart pounding, crouched on the safe side of the Horseplace fence while trying to decide what to do. She could risk walking around the edge of the fence along the thunderpath, and risk getting hit by a monster. No, that idea was out. There went one of her three options. Another was to go around the Horseplace fence in the opposite direction that would get her hit, toward the hills. This did not seem like a terrible idea, so she raised her head a bit to look and sniff around. As soon as she did so, the she-cat went into a sneezing fit, which didn't stop for a good ten seconds. Must be scent of the heather and sage, the feline thought. Maybe I'm allergic to it? She shook her head to clear it. She could have handled the sneezing, but there was another problem: it was the long way around. If she traveled that way, she would have to walk all the way around the Horseplace until she was practically exactly where she was now. Also, there was the bog. From where she sat now, the Frigidheart could see a large expanse of marsh area that she would have to walk through to get where she was going. She shuddered at the disgusting thought of that slimy mud, the frogs wiggling out from under her paws, and the sopping-wet fur she would have when she was through. No, that direction was definitely out. Which left her with the third and final option: go through the horses' field. Frigidheart had been avoiding this, but it was the only way to get where she was going. The horses seemed to be grazing peacefully; she could detect no danger. She carefully planned it out before leaving her hiding place. First the she-cat would leap through the wooden poles that kept the horses from running away from home, then she would sprint across the field to the stand of trees on the far side. Then she'd go through the poles again, and walk the rest of the way on the narrow strip of dry land between the the Horseplace fence and the bog. It seemed like good plan to her, so, her heart still beating at ten tree-lengths per second, she sprang up from the tussock of grass where she was hiding, leaped through the poles, and ran across the field. She prayed as hard as she could to StarClan -- the warrior ancestors she had recently started believing in so she could join a Clan -- that the horses had not been startled, and was soon under the trees and on the other side of the fence. Frigidheart collapsed on the ground, panting harder than she had in moons. She lay still for many minutes, until sh felt rested enough to continue. She rose to her paws, shook out her coat and continued on her journey. Soon she began to smell cats. They all had different scents, but apparently they lived in four large groups. These must be ThunderClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan and WindClan, just like the loners back home had told her. She quickened her pace until, all at once, she crossed a line that was unmistakable a borderline. She was in Clan territory now.
Password:
Secrets
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