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Post by f i r e &&& [frost] on Jul 23, 2008 8:33:24 GMT -5
Name . : . Frostfire
Gender: She-cat
Rank: I'd like to start out as an apprentice, if that's okay.
Clan: RiverClan
Description: She has dark ginger pelt with white fur below her ribs, running all the way to her throat and tail. Her tail is fairly feathery, pure white, with a thin strip of ginger fur. She has pale blue eyes, slightly unnerving at first glance. She has a sturdy frame, not the most slender of cats, just well-muscled. Her long-haired pelt is a pain, in her opinion. It's hard to keep tangle-free and sheds like mad all year long. [ha!]
Picture: [x] It's kind of hard to find one that matches her description...
Personality: Frostfire...er, Frostpaw is a bold cat. She won't shy away from speaking her mind if what she believes is strong enough, but she knows her place in the Clan and won't speak out against her leader.
She's an extremely kind, affectionate cat. She makes friends easily amongst the other apprentices, and always defends her friends. Although this appears like a good quality, it can also lead to a few instances in which that trait places her in an uncomfortable situation. She can't always tell truth from lies.
Due to her mother's death, she holds resentment toward the cats of StarClan in her heart, yet still believes in their existence.
History: Frostpaw was born a half-Clan cat, her mother being a member of RiverClan and her father a rogue. She was the lone kit that survived, as her three siblings were stillborn. She was very weak, but managed to pull through as to some miracle of StarClan. At least, that was what her mother, Palecloud, used to tell her. 'You were the greatest gift I could have been blessed with...' Palecloud often said to her while she was in the nursery. 'It was my decision to leave Raven, even though I loved him more than life itself. I wanted to be loyal to my Clan. And although StarClan was angry enough to steal three of my kits from me, they spared one. The most wonderful kit in all of RiverClan."
When Palecloud passed away, Frostpaw felt completely broken inside. Although it hadn't been her fault that she was half-Clan, the elders and senior warriors looked down on her because of it. She remembered the same story her mother had repeated to her, so full of gratitude to StarClan even after all her loss. It was because she had survived, Frostpaw felt, that her mother died. StarClan was angry. They had been angry, and Palecloud had been punished at last.
IC: Frostpaw opened her eyes slowly, gazing about slowly with the dazed expression of one who had just transferred from dream reality to the real world. Fog clung to the bare fingers of trees, the branches black against a gray sky, and the lake lapped gently at the shores. She stood after a moment, and blinked. She'd stayed out all night.
Panicked, she started to scramble up the slope, back to camp. Maybe she could slip in the apprentice den before anyone noticed...hopefully, she'd be able to pull it off without having her mentor rip her fur off. The damp undergrowth was slick with fresh dew under-paw, the air scenting of rain and wet earth. Slipping quietly through the reeds, she returned to RiverClan's camp.
(sorry, that was kind of horrible for meh first impression on you people...idk why she was out of the Clan.)
.:.;.:SECRETS:.;.:.
Gender: She-cat
Rank: I'd like to start out as an apprentice, if that's okay.
Clan: RiverClan
Description: She has dark ginger pelt with white fur below her ribs, running all the way to her throat and tail. Her tail is fairly feathery, pure white, with a thin strip of ginger fur. She has pale blue eyes, slightly unnerving at first glance. She has a sturdy frame, not the most slender of cats, just well-muscled. Her long-haired pelt is a pain, in her opinion. It's hard to keep tangle-free and sheds like mad all year long. [ha!]
Picture: [x] It's kind of hard to find one that matches her description...
Personality: Frostfire...er, Frostpaw is a bold cat. She won't shy away from speaking her mind if what she believes is strong enough, but she knows her place in the Clan and won't speak out against her leader.
She's an extremely kind, affectionate cat. She makes friends easily amongst the other apprentices, and always defends her friends. Although this appears like a good quality, it can also lead to a few instances in which that trait places her in an uncomfortable situation. She can't always tell truth from lies.
Due to her mother's death, she holds resentment toward the cats of StarClan in her heart, yet still believes in their existence.
History: Frostpaw was born a half-Clan cat, her mother being a member of RiverClan and her father a rogue. She was the lone kit that survived, as her three siblings were stillborn. She was very weak, but managed to pull through as to some miracle of StarClan. At least, that was what her mother, Palecloud, used to tell her. 'You were the greatest gift I could have been blessed with...' Palecloud often said to her while she was in the nursery. 'It was my decision to leave Raven, even though I loved him more than life itself. I wanted to be loyal to my Clan. And although StarClan was angry enough to steal three of my kits from me, they spared one. The most wonderful kit in all of RiverClan."
When Palecloud passed away, Frostpaw felt completely broken inside. Although it hadn't been her fault that she was half-Clan, the elders and senior warriors looked down on her because of it. She remembered the same story her mother had repeated to her, so full of gratitude to StarClan even after all her loss. It was because she had survived, Frostpaw felt, that her mother died. StarClan was angry. They had been angry, and Palecloud had been punished at last.
IC: Frostpaw opened her eyes slowly, gazing about slowly with the dazed expression of one who had just transferred from dream reality to the real world. Fog clung to the bare fingers of trees, the branches black against a gray sky, and the lake lapped gently at the shores. She stood after a moment, and blinked. She'd stayed out all night.
Panicked, she started to scramble up the slope, back to camp. Maybe she could slip in the apprentice den before anyone noticed...hopefully, she'd be able to pull it off without having her mentor rip her fur off. The damp undergrowth was slick with fresh dew under-paw, the air scenting of rain and wet earth. Slipping quietly through the reeds, she returned to RiverClan's camp.
(sorry, that was kind of horrible for meh first impression on you people...idk why she was out of the Clan.)
.:.;.:SECRETS:.;.:.
