Post by desertkit on Mar 5, 2008 11:41:04 GMT -5
I took a pain pill... so why are you still here?
Name: Frostfeather
Clan: RiverClan
Gender: She-cat
Age: 12 moons
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Description:
Frostfeather is a small, slight-figured she-cat. Her pelt is almost all white, save for a crown on her head and her tail, which are both a creamy striped brown. Her ears are also the creamy brown. Frostfeather's eyes are a cloudy gray-blue and have small, dark brown markings that shoot out diagonally from either side of both eyes. Her nose is pink with a black outline and her whiskers are long and translucent white.
Personality:
Frostfeather is a friendly, polite cat who knows how to talk to and respect her elders. She loves kits and hopes to have some of her own one day.
However, Frostfeather has a habit of boiling her emotions inside her until she can't take it anymore and snaps. She can be very emotional at times, and has a sharp tongue; sometimes too sharp for her own good.
Altogether, though, Frostfeather is a very sweet cat and is loved by many in her clan. She is an amazing hunter, maybe one of the best in the clan, and she is intelligent and kind.
History:
As a kit, Frostfeather shared the nursery with only her brother, Fogkit. But her brother died of whitecough soon before they were supposed to be apprentices, so Frostfeather grew up alone. Her father had been a loner, so her mother and her were slightly shunned by the clan for a short while. But when Frostfeather proved herself as an amazing hunter and good fighter, the clan soon forgot about her heritage and she hasn't been bothered by it for a while.
What has been bothering her is her love; Sam, an orange tabby kittypet.
The day they had met, Frostfeather had been going hunting and strayed from the patrol. She didn't even notice as she chased a squirrel into twoleg territory, and Sam had saved her from a dog when she strayed into it's fenceless yard.
From that day on, they kept running into each other. Sometimes Frostfeather was alone, sometimes she was with other warriors. Frostfeather kept telling herself the meetings were all accidental, and at first her mind almost believed it. But she felt something for Sam she had never felt for any other cat before, and she couldn't just ignore it.
On one of their "accidental" meetings, Sam had finally told her that they couldn't be together, and Frostfeather had agreed but was devastated. Every day she thought of the kittypet and longed to drink his scent just one more time...
Code Word: Blood
Role playing sample:
Frostfeather woke up breathing heavily, as she had been doing for the past moon. She vainly tried to remember what her dreams had been, but the only thoughts that came to her were images of Sam. Frostfeather hissed in frustration, stood up and padded out of the warrior's den. Maybe some air would calm her.
But that was not the case. She spotted only two other cats yet awake, and neither of them were ones she particularly wanted to talk to. Swiftrun and Ravenheart sat by the fresh-kill pile, sharing a vole and chatting quietly.
Frostfeather needed some time on her own, and since it seemed that the night patrol wasn't back yet, she skirted silently out of camp un-noticed.
Her white pelt blended perfectly in the snow as she slunk on the shore of the frosted-over river. The whole Riverclan territory was beautiful at this time of year, even though it meant scarce prey and disease.
Frostfeather froze as her keen ears picked up the crunching of snow, and her nose scented... oh no. Sam! The orange and white tabby tom came rushing out of a bramble bush right in front of her.
"Frostfeather!" Sam meowed, and Frostfeather could tell he was just as surprised and delighted as she was. But she doubted he felt the same lump in her stomach.
Frostfeather laid her ears back guiltily and glanced around. "Sam... I can't be seen with you. The night patrol is still out here. I have to- "
"Right." Sam looked down and flicked his tail. Frostfeather could tell he was disappointed, but she couldn't be seen talking to a kittypet on their territory.
"I have to go." She turned to leave, but Sam jumped in her way.
"Wait," he took a step forward and rubbed his muzzle against hers. Frostfeather found herself nuzzling Sam back, but pulled away after a moment. "Bye," she meowed awkwardly and bounded back towards camp. Her fur felt hot on her skin even though it was freezing outside, and she found herself wishing she hadn't gone out for some "fresh air".
