Snowfoot ;; RC

Name: Snowfoot
Age: 47 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Apprentice: None
Rank: Warrior
Mate/Crush: None
Kin: Whitepelt ;; brother ;; deceased
Frostflower ;; mother ;; ThunderClan ;; me
Cloudheart ;; father ;; deceased

Make no mistake, Snowfoot is a pretty cat. Small and dainty-looking, her build seems to scream 'fragile'. She has a slender frame and seems to be almost all leg, despite being much shorter than the average warrior. Like her legs, her tail is long in proportion to her body, and seems to flick around a lot. This gives her an excellent sense of balance, which is further aided by her small, dainty paws. Her fur is soft, despite being short, and pure white. She's pretty OCD in the pelt-cleaning department; you'll be hard-pressed to find a speck of dirt upon her white fur.

The fragile look stops there, though. She moves silently and gracefully, like a spirit from StarClan, and most don't even seem to notice her until she's right there, lurking beside you. It's quite disconcerting. Her ears have white tufts on the tips, giving her a somewhat exotic appearance. Worst of all, however, is her eyes. Icy blue, they are exactly the way they are described: cold. It's a rare moment that you'll find any warmth around her. Despite her beauty and small size, she seems to radiate a frosty air, staying true to her name, Snowfoot.

In a word, Snowfoot is, as her appearance suggests, chilly. Serious and lacking much of any real sense of humor, she is one of those cats that tends to listen instead of participating in conversations. This may be useful for those that need someone to vent to if she didn't for the most part seem to ignore everyone. However, she's always watching and observing; being observant is one thing she's good at. If she were a darker color, she'd probably fade right into the background of camp without anyone the wiser, but it's pretty obvious when you're talking and you see this bright white cat watching the cats in the clearing. It's such a common thing, though, that few rarely pay attention to it anymore. Conversation with her isn't the greatest because she is a very neutral cat. She doesn't spread gossip or discuss anything much beyond the weather, the prey, just states of the Clans and what's going on around her. Because of this, she doesn't seem to have many friends, which seems to be alright by her. Snowfoot doesn't stray off-topic or forget things easily; she has an excellent memory.

If one were to delve deeper into the she-cat, they would discover more to her than a distant, cold cat. Of course, they'd have to get close to her first, which would be no simple task. But once they did, they would see a sad, lonely thing without much hope. Snowfoot is actually very sad; she wishes someone would make the effort just to speak to her or befriend her, without her having to try. But she does not get her hopes up when someone comes over and asks her how she is, or even to discuss the weather. She's just not a very friendly, welcoming cat, and hasn't been for many moons now.

Born to a single mother, Frostflower, Snowkit and Whitekit had no hope of escaping the white cat gene, and sure enough they were both born solid white. They were named for the obvious. As normal kits do, they caused mischief, played games, and listened to the elders' stories until it was time to become apprentices.

Snowpaw was apprenticed to an experienced warrior who was an excellent teacher. Her training progressed well, and they discovered she had a knack for fighting. Her long legs enabled her to be a fast runner, and her small size and light weight made her more graceful and agile in battle. Mentor and apprentice grew close throughout their moons of working together. The she-cat who once was very close to her brother started drifting away as she made new friends and they both hurled themselves into their training with an impressive vigor.

When Frostflower fell for a loner a moon from the warrior ceremony, Snowpaw felt deep sorrow for her mother's betrayal. She told her two kits that she would be leaving the Clan to go live with him, and bid the two farewell. It forced Snowpaw and Whitepaw back into closeness, and after a quarter moon of searching RiverClan territory for their only parent, they gave up and returned to their training, both cats' personalities negatively affected by the betrayal.

On the day of the warrior ceremony, newly-named Snowfoot began realizing just how badly hurt her brother, deemed Whitepelt, was by their mother's abandonment. Despite the fact that they were plenty old enough to live on their own, he confessed that he wished she were still around to share in their success.

When Whitepelt got greencough very badly, Snowfoot was allowed to stay with him, and was temporarily relieved from her warrior duties. He was doing bad. She was with him when he died, and his death pushed her to her limit. She wouldn't eat for days and barely drank anything. Her former mentor talked some sense into her, and she began slowly taking part in the Clan again. But she was still very lonely, and is to this day. She's getting only slightly better, so she's not always depressed, but Whitepelt's death hit her hard, and its something she will never fully recover from. She's reluctant to get close to any other cat.