Post by Kitty on Oct 16, 2011 17:33:33 GMT -6
(This picture would be her, like, as a young warrior, but it's the best i could do)
Name: Frostflower
Age: 65 moons
Gender: She-cat
Mate/Crush: Kinda Open - she's had two mates. She's still mostly in love with her first one, Cloudheart, though.
Former Clan: RiverClan. She fell in love with a loner - sort of - and left the Clan, but deeply regrets it.
Kin: Snowfoot, kit, RiverClan; Whitepelt, kit, StarClan (even though she doesn't know it); Dew, Marigold, and Flower, kits, not played
Description: Frostflower is a pretty she-cat. She has medium-length, thick fur. She is small, with a slender build and long legs. Actually, Snowfoot is an almost exact replica of her mother, except Frostflower doesn't have the tufted ears or the always-messy fur, since she makes sure her pelt is alway well-groomed. Frostflower has a long tail and dainty little paws.
Frostflower's pelt is a whitish color. The tips of each hair has a snow white color on it, giving her a darker undercoat and lighter outercoatl, even if the difference is hardly noticable. She is completely spotless, just solid white. She has pretty blue eyes, long whiskers, and her pads and nose are pink.
Residence Usually near the Clan territories (AKA, around the Loner Barn, in that general area)
Personality: Frostflower certainly is not the happiest cat around. In fact, she's far from her old, chipper self. While still managing to pull off a sort of kind demeanor, even on her most cheerful days there's always something more, a sadness lurking in the depths of her blue eyes.
Still, she's not the most depressing, stony cat you'll ever meet. She's only closed off about some things -- usually her past -- and the rest of the time she is quite willing to strike up a conversation. She's an understanding cat, not quick to make judgments on others. Easily manipulated, it also doesn't take much to convince her of something. (This is also partially due to the fact that she doesn't like hurting others' feelings.)
Not particularly extroverted nor introverted, Frostflower is more of a go-with-the-flow kind of cat. She's smart and clever enough for a warrior of her age and good enough at hunting and fighting to be about average. If you get her angry enough, she'll tell you exactly what she thinks of you, but she's more of a gentle, caring cat that will attempt to guide others in the right direction.
Rejoining a Clan after so long has gotten Frostflower to be quite stressed and jumpy; she's timid and wary of most cats and things among the ThunderClan cats. In fact, the constant jibes and hostile glances given to her are really starting to wear her down. Eventually she'll be accepted, she hopes.
But how can a traitor to her original Clan that left be accepted into a new one after so many moons on the run? Perhaps one day she'll just grow immune to the stares and grumblings that she seems to evoke whenever she walks by. So she hopes, anyway.
History: Frostflower has had a rather eventful life. She was given the name Frostkit as a kit in RiverClan, and was an only kit to an old queen. Her mother soon passed away, when she became an apprentice.
When Frostpaw first went out into the forest, to look at the river, the Twoleg bridge, shewas intrigued by what she saw. She loved going out of the camp after that - it didn't matter what she was doing, whether it was gahering moss or hunting or patrolling. Her mother joined StarClan from a bout of greencough, even though the greencough wasn't too bad. Her apprenticeship passed quickly, and before she knew it, she was given the warrior name Frostflower.
Frostflower met a nice RiverClan tom, Cloduheart, and she was going to have his kits, but he died in a freak river accident when the river was up high. This made Frostflower incredibly sad, and she didn't tell her ktis who their father was, not wanting to tell them that he was indeed dead. Her kits grew, became apprentices.
One day, when hunting near the border, Frostflower met a loner tom named Deer. She fell in love for the second time, probably mostly to find a way to get rid of the pain from her first mate's death, and, after a couple moons, Deer convinced her to leave RiverClan to stay with him. She agreed, bid farewell to her still-apprentice kits, and joined Deer. They had one litter of kits, before Frostflower caught him with another she-cat. Outraged, she bid him farewell, too, and took the three kits with her until they were old enough to go their own ways.
And so time passed, with Frostflower wishing she could return to riverClan, but doubtful that they'd take her back, after abandoning it for a loner. She was frightened of what Deer would do to her, until she heard the rumor that he'd been hit by a Twoleg monster. And so she continues to wish to return, spending time near the Clan territories, never daring to cross the border in case some other cat recognized her. She is silently miserable.
Wishing to return. Frightened of coming back. That's how Frostflower lived her days.
Until she found them. The two little abandoned kits, Dakota and Shadow. She took them in, and now cares for them. They're like the RiverClan kits she had, and she is determined to get it right this time. She loves them as if they are her own, minus the heartbreak that comes with the mates.
She wonders what RiverClan would do, should she bring herself and her adoptive kits to the Clan and beg to come back. And so she has considered it, more than once.
In the end, after some pleading from her adoptive kit, dakota, she joined ThunderClan. She's not exactly comfortable there, but ah well.
Roleplay example: I'm a little teapot short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I get all steamed up here me shout. Tip me over and pour me out!
Other: I wanted to make Snowfoot and Whitepelt's mommy. Wah-lah!