Post by Lemonade on May 22, 2012 2:25:33 GMT -5
| …Name… |
Frostedpaw--FrostedflakesFrostedglass
| …Alliance… |
DawnClan
| …Age… |
10 moons
| …Gender… |
She-cat
| …Appearance… |
[Dilute calico][Short hair][Silver/blue eyes]
Frostedpaw is a slender she-cat, with long legs. She is tall for her age, and so she sometimes looks and acts somewhat awkward in her body, and is not one bit graceful. Her ears are small for her head, with unusually rounded tips. The reason for this is because when she was small, during the last leaf-bare, her ears were frost-bitten off. As well, Frostedpaw has a rather stumpy tail, about half the length it should be. It too was frozen off by the cruel leaf-bare temperatures. However, she still manages to function without them, though missing part of her tail has made balancing and climbing trees a little difficult for her. The interior of her ears, her pawpads, and her nose are all a pale, delicate pink.
Frostedpaw's pelt is short, with soft, kitten-like fur. The colour of it is mainly a bright, snowy white, but her pelt also sports several patches of pale, shimmery silver. Namely, on her right ear, a few splotches on her back, and one blotch on her left hind leg. As well, Frostedpaw's tail is a pale cream colour, along with her left ear, and a spot on her right cheek, stretching towards her nose.
Frostedpaw's eyes are large and almond-shaped, rimmed with a pale pink colour, similar to that of her nose and pawpads. The irises of said eyes are a pale, silvery-blue colour, that seems to shimmer in the moonlight.
| …Personality… |
[Perceptive][Observant][Thoughtful][Sensitive][Self-loathing][Temperamental]
Frostedpaw is a very perceptive cat, and can easily sense other cat's emotions by reading their body language, expression, etc. She also has a knack for telling when somecat is lying, thought of course, she can't tell 100% of the time. A lot of this comes from her general observantness. She is very observant in her daily life, which makes her a good hunter, and also just is an advantage in general.
Frostedpaw can often be found lost in thought, and is a thoughtful cat in general. She is not the type to jump in to something before thoroughly thinking it through first. However, this can also lead to her dwelling on unimportant things excessively, which can be a huge waste of time, and just get her unnecessarily upset. When she has a crush, she is prone to over-thinking every little thing the object of her affection does, to the point where she looses sleep over it, and ends up a frazzled mess.
Another side of Frostedpaw's personality is her sensitivity. She is a generally thin-skinned cat (not physically, just emotionally,) and has a hard time not taking things to heart. Even things not meant to be taken as an insult will hurt her, for example, somecat telling her that her fur is messy will make her think the other cat think's she ugly and messy, and that everyone thinks she's a slob. A long history of this, as well as some incidents from her kithood, have led to Frostedpaw having extremely low self esteem. She believes she is ugly, and stupid, and worthless, and generally can't see why anyone would like her at all. She doesn't speak a lot of this out loud, however, and really only hints at it with use of self-deprecating humor.
Finally, Frostedpaw is also a fairly temperamental cat. She is quick to become irritated, and is easily frustrated. If the situation that is irking her persists, or if it is a genuine reason for her to become angry, Frostedpaw's temper can quickly fly out of control, and cause her to react unreasonably to the situation.
| …Likes… |
Frostedpaw likes warm weather, and sunshine. She also enjoys hunting, and talking with close friends (though conversations with cats she doesn't know very well make her feel awkward, and she generally doesn't like them.)
| …Dislikes… |
Frostedpaw dislikes the cold, because of her experiences with it as a kit. As well, she greatly dislikes getting wet (but doesn't every cat? Other than those who are descended from RiverClan, of course.) She is also irked by petty arguments. One of the things Frostedpaw dislikes the most, however, is herself.
| …Strengths… |
One of Frostedpaw's strengths is her observantness, which makes her a good hunter, and good at reading other's emotions. As well, her thoughtfulness can be a strength, because she is not likely to rush into things without thinking of the consequences.
| …Weaknesses… |
Frostedpaw's weaknesses include her temper, which can easily get out of hand. As well, a weakness of hers is her sensitivity, which doesn't pair well with her temper, because she can deal out an insult, but she sure can't take one. Frostedpaw's self-loathing can also be a weakness, because she is prone to doubting her abilities, because she honestly thinks she is stupid and useless. Another weakness can be that Frostedpaw is liable to over think things, and dwell on things unnecessarily.
| …History… |
Frostedpaw's mother was a loner named Yvette. Yvette became pregnant with kits during late leaf-fall, after having a one-night-stand with another loner, who's name she never found out. In early leaf-bare, her kits were born- A dilute calico female, who she named Vonny, and an orange male who she named Spiral. Leaf-bare was harsh to the new family, and prey was scarce. Yvette was barely able to catch enough to keep herself alive, and she quickly became weaker, which didn't help her milk production at all, and so her two kits also knew the feeling of going to bed hungry. As the weeks wore on, Yvette became ill. She was even less able to hunt, and so her illness quickly spiraled out of control. Within a week of her becoming ill, Yvette succumbed to greencough, leaving her kittens orphans. When they realized their mother was dead, Vonny and Spiral set out to try and find other cats to help them. But they were weak from hunger, and still small kits. Frost-bite soon set in, freezing Vonny's ears and tail, as well as Spiral's. Vonny was the stronger kit, and she urged Spiral to continue onward, but eventually, he could go on no longer, and he collapsed. Unwilling to leave her brother to simply be covered up by the snow and forgotten, she stopped as well, curling around him in an attempt to keep him warm. The cold had taken it's toll, though, and it was too late for Spiral. It was almost too late for Vonny, as well, though, as she began to fall unconscious from the cold. But just as she passed out, a patrol of DawnClan warriors discovered her curled in the snow with her brother. They took the kittens back to camp, just in the nick of time for Vonny, but too late to save Spiral. The decided to let the surviving kitten stay in DawnClan, unwilling to send a tiny kitten out into the cold to die. They gave her a new name, as well- Frostedkit, for the frost-bite that claimed her ears and tail.
After that, Frostedkit grew up as an average DawnClan kitten, and became an apprentice at the age of six moons. Again, since becoming an apprentice, not much has happened to her, just the usually apprentice-type things, like learning to hunt and fight, etc.
| …Role Play Sample… |
Frostedpaw stalked through the forest, her ears pricked and her mouth open to draw in scents. Swishing her short tail from side to side, the young she-cat paused, her ears swiveling to catch any small sound that would indicate prey nearby. Whiskers twitching, she froze at a small rustling in a bush to her left. Turning slowly, silvery-blue eyes peered into the shrub's darkened branches, seeking out movement.
There. A twitch of the leaves, just barely noticeable, but enough to indicate something hiding there. Slinking forward, the calico she-cat kept her body low to the ground, her weight evenly spread out beneath her paws. Forcing her breath to stay even, she narrowed her eyes with concentration. Finally, within two tail-lengths (normal tail-lengths, not her own tail-lengths,) of the bush, Frostedpaw paused. Tensing her haunches, she shifted her weight back, preparing to spring.
Suddenly, a bird exploded from the tree above her, sending a shower of feathers down upon the apprentice, and sending the mouse in the bush darting down into it's burrow. Sighing loudly, Frostedpaw lashed her stumpy tail in irritation. Well that's just great. She sat up from her crouch, irritability washing off her in waves. You're such a useless hunter, that was pathetic! You should have jumped sooner! And it was probably your fault the bird startled, anyway! Lashing her tail again, Frostedpaw stood up.
"Oh well..." She muttered, padding away from the bush. "I'm sure that's not the only mouse in the forest..."
Frostedpaw--
| …Alliance… |
DawnClan
| …Age… |
10 moons
| …Gender… |
She-cat
| …Appearance… |
[Dilute calico][Short hair][Silver/blue eyes]
Frostedpaw is a slender she-cat, with long legs. She is tall for her age, and so she sometimes looks and acts somewhat awkward in her body, and is not one bit graceful. Her ears are small for her head, with unusually rounded tips. The reason for this is because when she was small, during the last leaf-bare, her ears were frost-bitten off. As well, Frostedpaw has a rather stumpy tail, about half the length it should be. It too was frozen off by the cruel leaf-bare temperatures. However, she still manages to function without them, though missing part of her tail has made balancing and climbing trees a little difficult for her. The interior of her ears, her pawpads, and her nose are all a pale, delicate pink.
Frostedpaw's pelt is short, with soft, kitten-like fur. The colour of it is mainly a bright, snowy white, but her pelt also sports several patches of pale, shimmery silver. Namely, on her right ear, a few splotches on her back, and one blotch on her left hind leg. As well, Frostedpaw's tail is a pale cream colour, along with her left ear, and a spot on her right cheek, stretching towards her nose.
Frostedpaw's eyes are large and almond-shaped, rimmed with a pale pink colour, similar to that of her nose and pawpads. The irises of said eyes are a pale, silvery-blue colour, that seems to shimmer in the moonlight.
| …Personality… |
[Perceptive][Observant][Thoughtful][Sensitive][Self-loathing][Temperamental]
Frostedpaw is a very perceptive cat, and can easily sense other cat's emotions by reading their body language, expression, etc. She also has a knack for telling when somecat is lying, thought of course, she can't tell 100% of the time. A lot of this comes from her general observantness. She is very observant in her daily life, which makes her a good hunter, and also just is an advantage in general.
Frostedpaw can often be found lost in thought, and is a thoughtful cat in general. She is not the type to jump in to something before thoroughly thinking it through first. However, this can also lead to her dwelling on unimportant things excessively, which can be a huge waste of time, and just get her unnecessarily upset. When she has a crush, she is prone to over-thinking every little thing the object of her affection does, to the point where she looses sleep over it, and ends up a frazzled mess.
Another side of Frostedpaw's personality is her sensitivity. She is a generally thin-skinned cat (not physically, just emotionally,) and has a hard time not taking things to heart. Even things not meant to be taken as an insult will hurt her, for example, somecat telling her that her fur is messy will make her think the other cat think's she ugly and messy, and that everyone thinks she's a slob. A long history of this, as well as some incidents from her kithood, have led to Frostedpaw having extremely low self esteem. She believes she is ugly, and stupid, and worthless, and generally can't see why anyone would like her at all. She doesn't speak a lot of this out loud, however, and really only hints at it with use of self-deprecating humor.
Finally, Frostedpaw is also a fairly temperamental cat. She is quick to become irritated, and is easily frustrated. If the situation that is irking her persists, or if it is a genuine reason for her to become angry, Frostedpaw's temper can quickly fly out of control, and cause her to react unreasonably to the situation.
| …Likes… |
Frostedpaw likes warm weather, and sunshine. She also enjoys hunting, and talking with close friends (though conversations with cats she doesn't know very well make her feel awkward, and she generally doesn't like them.)
| …Dislikes… |
Frostedpaw dislikes the cold, because of her experiences with it as a kit. As well, she greatly dislikes getting wet (but doesn't every cat? Other than those who are descended from RiverClan, of course.) She is also irked by petty arguments. One of the things Frostedpaw dislikes the most, however, is herself.
| …Strengths… |
One of Frostedpaw's strengths is her observantness, which makes her a good hunter, and good at reading other's emotions. As well, her thoughtfulness can be a strength, because she is not likely to rush into things without thinking of the consequences.
| …Weaknesses… |
Frostedpaw's weaknesses include her temper, which can easily get out of hand. As well, a weakness of hers is her sensitivity, which doesn't pair well with her temper, because she can deal out an insult, but she sure can't take one. Frostedpaw's self-loathing can also be a weakness, because she is prone to doubting her abilities, because she honestly thinks she is stupid and useless. Another weakness can be that Frostedpaw is liable to over think things, and dwell on things unnecessarily.
| …History… |
Frostedpaw's mother was a loner named Yvette. Yvette became pregnant with kits during late leaf-fall, after having a one-night-stand with another loner, who's name she never found out. In early leaf-bare, her kits were born- A dilute calico female, who she named Vonny, and an orange male who she named Spiral. Leaf-bare was harsh to the new family, and prey was scarce. Yvette was barely able to catch enough to keep herself alive, and she quickly became weaker, which didn't help her milk production at all, and so her two kits also knew the feeling of going to bed hungry. As the weeks wore on, Yvette became ill. She was even less able to hunt, and so her illness quickly spiraled out of control. Within a week of her becoming ill, Yvette succumbed to greencough, leaving her kittens orphans. When they realized their mother was dead, Vonny and Spiral set out to try and find other cats to help them. But they were weak from hunger, and still small kits. Frost-bite soon set in, freezing Vonny's ears and tail, as well as Spiral's. Vonny was the stronger kit, and she urged Spiral to continue onward, but eventually, he could go on no longer, and he collapsed. Unwilling to leave her brother to simply be covered up by the snow and forgotten, she stopped as well, curling around him in an attempt to keep him warm. The cold had taken it's toll, though, and it was too late for Spiral. It was almost too late for Vonny, as well, though, as she began to fall unconscious from the cold. But just as she passed out, a patrol of DawnClan warriors discovered her curled in the snow with her brother. They took the kittens back to camp, just in the nick of time for Vonny, but too late to save Spiral. The decided to let the surviving kitten stay in DawnClan, unwilling to send a tiny kitten out into the cold to die. They gave her a new name, as well- Frostedkit, for the frost-bite that claimed her ears and tail.
After that, Frostedkit grew up as an average DawnClan kitten, and became an apprentice at the age of six moons. Again, since becoming an apprentice, not much has happened to her, just the usually apprentice-type things, like learning to hunt and fight, etc.
| …Role Play Sample… |
Frostedpaw stalked through the forest, her ears pricked and her mouth open to draw in scents. Swishing her short tail from side to side, the young she-cat paused, her ears swiveling to catch any small sound that would indicate prey nearby. Whiskers twitching, she froze at a small rustling in a bush to her left. Turning slowly, silvery-blue eyes peered into the shrub's darkened branches, seeking out movement.
There. A twitch of the leaves, just barely noticeable, but enough to indicate something hiding there. Slinking forward, the calico she-cat kept her body low to the ground, her weight evenly spread out beneath her paws. Forcing her breath to stay even, she narrowed her eyes with concentration. Finally, within two tail-lengths (normal tail-lengths, not her own tail-lengths,) of the bush, Frostedpaw paused. Tensing her haunches, she shifted her weight back, preparing to spring.
Suddenly, a bird exploded from the tree above her, sending a shower of feathers down upon the apprentice, and sending the mouse in the bush darting down into it's burrow. Sighing loudly, Frostedpaw lashed her stumpy tail in irritation. Well that's just great. She sat up from her crouch, irritability washing off her in waves. You're such a useless hunter, that was pathetic! You should have jumped sooner! And it was probably your fault the bird startled, anyway! Lashing her tail again, Frostedpaw stood up.
"Oh well..." She muttered, padding away from the bush. "I'm sure that's not the only mouse in the forest..."
