Post by Mirrored Light on May 25, 2009 21:14:51 GMT -5
Name:
Frostbite [kit,paw,stripe]
Age:
40 Moons
Gender:
She-Cat
Clan:
RiverClan Clanless of the Dead Plains
Rank:
Rogue, Warrior, call her what you want
Description:
A once pretty white she-cat with black stripes on her legs.
After leaving Clanlife Froststripe who had always been known for looking young began to age. Her pelt became shaggy but soft, her frame thin and her posture weak as if the wind could blow her over. Her perfect pelt had turned to tufts, the strong pink pads gone weak against the grass.
She's become a true mess, with eyes gleaming a pale opalescent under her drooping lids and whiskers greying. Her nose is black and dry, a sign of little health.
It is easy to see that she does not take care of herself, with ears nicked and her sweeping tail matted and filled with tangles. Her pelt could not be more ravaged, as a warrior she lives life no more.
Personality:
In truth, Frostbite was always a mute, from the time she was born there had been no sounds that she had ever made. This would have demonstrated a perfect example of her quiet loyalty and servitude as she faded into the background as a wallflower. When her only friend, Lightstorm, had his memory fail she was overcome with a monster; wrath. Hatred, you might call it.
She wanted revenge for him leaving her to a world where she was misunderstood. The she-cat did the first noticable thing; outright made a scene and left the Clan.
No one would miss her.
Since then Frostbite has made no excuse as to why she changed what they would call her. She could symbolize it, but no cat honestly knows her name. They call her 'you' or 'hey you' or 'that cat'. She has started to lay low again... and wait.
History:
Born in a litter of three, as of course this part of the history matches Lightstar's story, there are no oddities here.
Into apprenticeship, her mentor was a cat with a temper problem that the leader wanted him to solve. It didn't work well, for he took out his problems by yowling at Frostpaw all the time. She didn't like it, worried she would become mute and deaf. But soon enough she was let out and saved by the sickness that wiped out very much of the Clan, including her mentor. Her mother died as well... making her almost ready to leave the Clan, but it was Lightstorm who pushed her over the edge.
"Who are you?"
It hurt so much. The was he said that, even moons after their ceramony and the sickness he didn't remember her. So, she made a scene and left. That was when she became a loner, not doing much.
She was discovered by a cat from Blood Plain at some point, and he told her about his home and his life. It didn't sound like a bad idea at the time, so the rest went downhill from there...
She decided at that moment for frostbite. It was a thing that killed, and she knew that in order to get revenge she needed to be a killer as well.
Roleplay Sample:
Have I not informed you of my laziness? Look at Lightstorm.
Frostbite [kit,paw,stripe]
Age:
40 Moons
Gender:
She-Cat
Clan:
Rank:
Rogue, Warrior, call her what you want
Description:
A once pretty white she-cat with black stripes on her legs.
After leaving Clanlife Froststripe who had always been known for looking young began to age. Her pelt became shaggy but soft, her frame thin and her posture weak as if the wind could blow her over. Her perfect pelt had turned to tufts, the strong pink pads gone weak against the grass.
She's become a true mess, with eyes gleaming a pale opalescent under her drooping lids and whiskers greying. Her nose is black and dry, a sign of little health.
It is easy to see that she does not take care of herself, with ears nicked and her sweeping tail matted and filled with tangles. Her pelt could not be more ravaged, as a warrior she lives life no more.
Personality:
In truth, Frostbite was always a mute, from the time she was born there had been no sounds that she had ever made. This would have demonstrated a perfect example of her quiet loyalty and servitude as she faded into the background as a wallflower. When her only friend, Lightstorm, had his memory fail she was overcome with a monster; wrath. Hatred, you might call it.
She wanted revenge for him leaving her to a world where she was misunderstood. The she-cat did the first noticable thing; outright made a scene and left the Clan.
No one would miss her.
Since then Frostbite has made no excuse as to why she changed what they would call her. She could symbolize it, but no cat honestly knows her name. They call her 'you' or 'hey you' or 'that cat'. She has started to lay low again... and wait.
History:
Born in a litter of three, as of course this part of the history matches Lightstar's story, there are no oddities here.
Into apprenticeship, her mentor was a cat with a temper problem that the leader wanted him to solve. It didn't work well, for he took out his problems by yowling at Frostpaw all the time. She didn't like it, worried she would become mute and deaf. But soon enough she was let out and saved by the sickness that wiped out very much of the Clan, including her mentor. Her mother died as well... making her almost ready to leave the Clan, but it was Lightstorm who pushed her over the edge.
"Who are you?"
It hurt so much. The was he said that, even moons after their ceramony and the sickness he didn't remember her. So, she made a scene and left. That was when she became a loner, not doing much.
She was discovered by a cat from Blood Plain at some point, and he told her about his home and his life. It didn't sound like a bad idea at the time, so the rest went downhill from there...
She decided at that moment for frostbite. It was a thing that killed, and she knew that in order to get revenge she needed to be a killer as well.
Roleplay Sample:
Have I not informed you of my laziness? Look at Lightstorm.
