Post by Kin on Feb 2, 2013 3:19:48 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][cs=2][classy=charname]froststar[/classy] | |
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]shadow[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]leader[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]50 moons[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]female[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]heterosexual[/classy] | [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]Heavily scarred she-cat with long white fur and pale blue eyes. PIC[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]Froststar is a proud she-cat. Her kin take pride in the dearth of kittypet influence in their blood, and raised the leader to be the same way. While Froststar abhors the ways of the kittypet, she does not hate those of them who reject their soft lives and attempt to live by the warrior code. By doing so, they break her definition of kittypet and earn respect for their efforts. Performing duties for the Clan is one of the most honorable pursuits in Froststar's eyes. No task is too small for the white cat, and she can be found helping the medicine cat gather mouse bile or gathering moss for the elders' nests. A cat is nothing without her Clan in her eyes, and Froststar could not bear to see her own do any less than excellent. When given an apprentice, she did her best to instill the same sense of duty and honor in the young tom. Whenever she cares about someone, she cares passionately and strongly. When she loves, it is deeply. When she hates, it is with a burning fire. When she hurts, it goes to the bone. When she's sad, her sorrows seem to drown her. Froststar is a cat of great passions. Her mother has always told her she lets herself feel and emote too intensely, but she feels that she could not be herself otherwise. In fact, Froststar's passionate emotional aspect is what gave birth to her singular most distinctive feature: the canvas of scars that cuts a swathe through her thick, long white fur. She is a fighter through and through, born to the bloodlust and aggression of a warrior in the most literal sense of the word. Froststar has always excelled in combat far more thoroughly than in hunting or tracking, and her large, broad build shows it. Underneath her fur, her body is littered with little pink and silver scars, souvenirs of battles fought. The she-cat is easily identifiable at great distances by any cat who's heard of her thanks to the largest of her scars. Her left ear was torn off near the base, halving her hearing capabilities, and her right ear is torn in two places. A long, thin scar runs vertically over her right eye, pinching her brow slightly. Another crosses her muzzle horizontally, a pink strip of flesh. Two old puncture marks sit bare on the left side of her neck. Another two lines score the side of her left foreleg, just at the elbow. Four gashes run diagonally across her left flank just behind her shoulder, also bare. On her left haunch is a wide, vicious scar that remains an angry red. The leader bears her scars proudly, a badge of honor. She earned them defending her Clan. Despite the havoc her scarring has wreaked on her once-beautiful looks, they have not diminished her confidence in the least. Froststar knows that her beauty is gone, but chooses to see herself as a different kind of beautiful, one that stems from the heart and the mind. Her mind is one of her best qualities, in her opinion. Sharp as honed claws and more agile than the birds that dart through the sky, her brain is her most prized weapon in combat. Froststar has a head for strategy, always eager and curious enough to find more moves, more tactical advantages. This has been a great boon for ShadowClan, honing their brutal effectiveness and efficiency into a razor-sharp edge, able to slice through their enemies with ease.[/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]Born to warriors Whitestorm and Snowfang, Frostkit and her two siblings were born in a time of peace. She, Sleetkit and Snowkit enjoyed playing, and Frostkit and Sleetkit would often sneak out of camp on adventures. When she became an apprentice, Frostpaw and Sleetpaw let up on the adventures slightly, having been raised to respect their future mentors. Frostpaw found herself to be an average hunter, her broad, heavy build better suited to combat. She favored the classic ShadowClan style of brawn and speed woven with cunning into a devastating whirlwind of attacks. The young she-cat had hoped for a fighter's name, had talked her poor mentor's ear off about it in the days approaching her ceremony. How the other Clans would quake before Frostfang or Frostclaw or even Frost-tooth! Instead, Spottedstar named her Frostheart, citing her passion and unwavering loyalty. Frostheart was assigned an apprentice only seven moons after her own warrior ceremony. Little Ternpaw was an eager student, reminding the white warrior of her brother Sleet-tail. He hung onto her every word, and emulated Frostheart as best he could. The two grew close over the course of five moons. Around that time, shortly before Ternpaw's warrior ceremony was due, ShadowClan and ThunderClan began to bicker over a supposed border violation. Cats haunted the border and taunted each other, keeping suspicious gazes on the other Clan's cats. One day, when Frostheart and Ternpaw had been assigned to monitor the border and make sure that no ThunderClanners crossed, a group of cocky young warriors approached. Most were toms, with a couple of rough-edged she-cats as well. They hurled insults at the two, taunting them and making faces. When Ternpaw returned an insult, one of the she-cats leapt across the border and pounced on him. Frostheart attempted to pry the other warrior off her apprentice, and the ThunderClan warrior's companions joined in the fight. She and Ternpaw fought the ThunderClanners, who didn't seem to understand the gravity of what they were doing. At some point during the fighting, Ternpaw and the first she-cat to attack went down in a flurry of limbs and blood. Busy fending off the rest of the warriors, Frostheart was unable to help him. They continued fighting until Frostheart and Ternpaw's relief showed up, the increased numbers chasing the ThunderClan cats off. That first she-cat had to be half-carried, her sides bleeding freely and one paw cradled close to her body. Ternpaw lay still, body quaking and bleeding heavily. Frostheart carried him back to camp, where he bled out before the medicine cat could save him. She blamed herself for his death, for being unable to help him. The medicine cat kept her in their den for three moons while her own myriad of wounds healed. It took her brother Sleet-tail four moons to pull Frostheart out of her funk, to help her begin to heal. Spottedstar gave her a new apprentice once she'd seen that the warrior was mostly herself again. Raccoonpaw was a sweet, quiet she-cat who trailed after Frostheart. She wasn't able to connect to Raccoonpaw the way she and Ternpaw had, but they got on well enough. Shortly after being assigned Raccoonpaw, Frostheart attended a Gathering. There, she met WindClan's new deputy, Lynxchaser. The two hit it off quite well, bonding over similar experiences and losses. She liked how he seemed to see her scars as an enhancement of her appearance rather than a detriment, and found herself drawn to his quiet strength. They met whenever they could along borders, simply talking and enjoying each others' presence. Ten moons later, long after Raccoonpaw had become Raccoontail, Frostheart attended another Gathering. This time, there was no Fallowstar. Only Lynxstar. Caught up in their own private celebration later that night, the two became lovers without quite realizing what was happening. She loved him fiercely, and her previously unwavering loyalty to her kin and ShadowClan flickered, allowing Frostheart to consider a life in WindClan, mated openly and proudly to its leader. Spottedstar took that decision away from her a few moons later, giving up her last life to join StarClan. Badgertooth, already nearly an elder, journeyed to the Moonstone. She returned Badgerstar and named Frostheart deputy in her place. While Frostheart was honored and proud that Badgerstar trusted and valued her that much, a part of her wilted and wailed, knowing that she could never leave ShadowClan now. The she-cat had a duty to her Clan, to steer and one day lead them. Greencough began to show up in ShadowClan shortly afterward, and hit Badgerstar viciously. It tore life after life from the old leader's body, uncaring of their newness. For seven moons, Badgerstar fought a lethal case of greencough, and for seven moons, she held it off. However, it eventually tore the leader's last life from her, and roughly carried her to StarClan. Frostheart traveled to Mothermouth herself, receiving her lives and appointing a deputy herself. At that moon's Gathering, she joined the other three leaders atop the Boulder, flashing Lynxchaser a pained grimace. The days where Lynxchaser and Frostheart-- or even Lynxstar and Frostheart-- could be together were gone. They were now Froststar and Lynxstar, and they would do what was best for their respective Clans. No matter how it tore at her heart.[/classy] |
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