Post by ♰Fickle♰ on Oct 27, 2008 20:54:28 GMT -5
Name: Frostedfate
Age: 23 moons
Link to Picture:
i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/Frostness/frostedpetal.jpg (Note: Lineart was done by Leafheart, coloring was done by me.)
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: Warrior
Short Description: A pretty she-cat with three shades of gray in her pelt
Description:
Frostedfate is a pretty she-cat. She has three shades of gray in her fur, the bottom part of her body, or her chest and stomach, is a very light almost white silver. She has a darker gray color overlaying the top of that that goes down her shoulders. Then she has a medium colored gray that colors the tips of her paws, and some stripes on her tail. She has a nick in her left ear, and she has a huge scar on her back. Her strangest marking on her body is a heart shape patch with a halo and a devils tail coming off of it. She has very pretty green eyes.
Personality:
She's a she-cat that could best be described as stubborn and rash sometimes. She sometimes rushes into fights, and is quick to judge for appearances. If she thinks a cat looks dangerous she will attack them for little reason. She is over all friendly with her Clan-mates, however. She doesn't like keeping to herself, and she is very sociable at Gatherings. She loves listening to gossip, and she loves talking to younger cats. She would enjoy having an apprentice to train immensely. She has good empathy, and can sense other cats distress with eery accuracy. If she paused enough to hear other cats out she'd be very understanding and even sympathetic. She puts a lot of stock in first impressions though.
History:
Frostedfate was born and raised in ShadowClan. She ended up being the only kit in a litter of five that was not still-born. Her mother passed away giving birth to her so she ended up having a foster mother instead. Her father spoiled her rotten as a kit. He would sneak her out of camp at night and show her the stars, and he would show her the borders for fun. He got caught once, and that ended their little escapades. Still he would spend as much time as he could with his kit, and Frostedfate felt very loved for it.
When she was apprenticed it was her father, Fatedwhisper, who trained her. He was a little harsh on her, and pushed her harder than she had expected but she got through it and became a fine warrior.
In a battle with some rogues Frosted fate was pinned down by several of them. She got a huge scratch acrossed her back because they kept raking their claws there. Her father died trying to fight them off, but eventually a ShadowClan patrol came and chased them away.
She was heartbroken by her fathers death, and it took her awhile to accept it for she and he had been incredibly close. She soon got over it though.
Role Playing Example:
Frostedfate found herself enjoying the warm sunlight immensely. It surprised her, so little made her happy since Fatedwhisper passed on. When she moved the wound on her pack twitched and she grit her teeth with pain. It hurt so bad sometimes, and she wondered if that would ever leave her or if she would be stuck feeling this pain for all of eternity. Or at least before she went to StarClan. She sighed and rolled onto her back, ignoring the ache that shot through her. The sun was warm on her belly fur and she could study the clouds from this position. She stared up at the endless blue of the sky, which was interrupted by only a few whisps of clouds. She absolutely loved new-leaf, everything smelled so new and soft to her. She purred as she pulled herself to her paws. It was about time to get back to camp, but not before she ran around. She ran just to enjoy the feel of her paws pounding the earth and the wind in her fur. She ran so her back could get used to this, and she could ignore the pain. There was so much good in the world, that you just had to look past the pain and look at the joys.
Codeword: Polarbear
Other:
>< Noddathing
Age: 23 moons
Link to Picture:
i44.photobucket.com/albums/f29/Frostness/frostedpetal.jpg (Note: Lineart was done by Leafheart, coloring was done by me.)
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: Warrior
Short Description: A pretty she-cat with three shades of gray in her pelt
Description:
Frostedfate is a pretty she-cat. She has three shades of gray in her fur, the bottom part of her body, or her chest and stomach, is a very light almost white silver. She has a darker gray color overlaying the top of that that goes down her shoulders. Then she has a medium colored gray that colors the tips of her paws, and some stripes on her tail. She has a nick in her left ear, and she has a huge scar on her back. Her strangest marking on her body is a heart shape patch with a halo and a devils tail coming off of it. She has very pretty green eyes.
Personality:
She's a she-cat that could best be described as stubborn and rash sometimes. She sometimes rushes into fights, and is quick to judge for appearances. If she thinks a cat looks dangerous she will attack them for little reason. She is over all friendly with her Clan-mates, however. She doesn't like keeping to herself, and she is very sociable at Gatherings. She loves listening to gossip, and she loves talking to younger cats. She would enjoy having an apprentice to train immensely. She has good empathy, and can sense other cats distress with eery accuracy. If she paused enough to hear other cats out she'd be very understanding and even sympathetic. She puts a lot of stock in first impressions though.
History:
Frostedfate was born and raised in ShadowClan. She ended up being the only kit in a litter of five that was not still-born. Her mother passed away giving birth to her so she ended up having a foster mother instead. Her father spoiled her rotten as a kit. He would sneak her out of camp at night and show her the stars, and he would show her the borders for fun. He got caught once, and that ended their little escapades. Still he would spend as much time as he could with his kit, and Frostedfate felt very loved for it.
When she was apprenticed it was her father, Fatedwhisper, who trained her. He was a little harsh on her, and pushed her harder than she had expected but she got through it and became a fine warrior.
In a battle with some rogues Frosted fate was pinned down by several of them. She got a huge scratch acrossed her back because they kept raking their claws there. Her father died trying to fight them off, but eventually a ShadowClan patrol came and chased them away.
She was heartbroken by her fathers death, and it took her awhile to accept it for she and he had been incredibly close. She soon got over it though.
Role Playing Example:
Frostedfate found herself enjoying the warm sunlight immensely. It surprised her, so little made her happy since Fatedwhisper passed on. When she moved the wound on her pack twitched and she grit her teeth with pain. It hurt so bad sometimes, and she wondered if that would ever leave her or if she would be stuck feeling this pain for all of eternity. Or at least before she went to StarClan. She sighed and rolled onto her back, ignoring the ache that shot through her. The sun was warm on her belly fur and she could study the clouds from this position. She stared up at the endless blue of the sky, which was interrupted by only a few whisps of clouds. She absolutely loved new-leaf, everything smelled so new and soft to her. She purred as she pulled herself to her paws. It was about time to get back to camp, but not before she ran around. She ran just to enjoy the feel of her paws pounding the earth and the wind in her fur. She ran so her back could get used to this, and she could ignore the pain. There was so much good in the world, that you just had to look past the pain and look at the joys.
Codeword: Polarbear
Other:
>< Noddathing
