bitternfrost - shadowclan

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[atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]shadow[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]medicine cat[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]71 moons[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]male[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]pansexual[/classy]	[atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]deep red somali tom with golden eyes and a broken leg. click to view.[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]bitternfrost, in short, is a cranky old cat who never fully recovered from his leg injury as a warrior. skilled in medicine and most often sharp as a tack, bitternfrost suffers from poor social skills and collaboration with other cats. he prefers to be by himself most of the time, and refuses to appropriately greet those of higher standing, seeing everyone as below him and ungrateful towards his contributions to his clan. he couldn't give a foxdung about rivalries or clan borders, and chooses to help every cat regardless of their affiliation. because of this, he's gained praise and backlash, as shadowclanners are proud and very independent. when faced with a medical case, bitternfrost is more involved in the mystery than the actual medicine. if it is a cut, a bellyache, or anything shallow of the like he sends his apprentice to help them. bitternfrost prefers to deal with cases that no other cat can figure out, and is more interested in completing them and solving the mystery than actually helping the cat. he suffers from self-hatred and never letting go of the past. bitternfrost has a sharp memory for a 71 moon old cat, but misses his deceased mate and son dearly. his scorn and hatred for the world manifests itself in his desire to see his family once more, and he's tried to join starclan on a number of occasions, all which were quickly ended by his clan, leaving him alive and even more grouchy. his broken leg hurts him every day, and bitternfrost uses poppy seeds to comfort himself, but the opium is directed not towards his physical pain, but the hole in his heart.[/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]bitternfrost was born on a calm spring day. not much was going on with shadowclan at the time, and his mother loved and doted him dearly. he had two other siblings, both brothers. bitternfrost grew up with love and care, never knowing the harshness of the outside world. for most of his kithood he played and explored with his brothers, dreaming of days where he'd become a warrior. medicine cat was far beyond his realm of imagination. he grew into a healthy -paw moons later. his quest for adventure and quick thought helped him succeed in many different aspects of training. he learned the names of all the birds before any other apprentice and picked up on the hunting skill quicker than his mentor anticipated. moons later he succeeded in passing his entrance exam and became a full fledged warrior, earning the name -frost for his potent markings. bitternfrost grew into a solid warrior, but peril would follow him everywhere. as a young cat he experimented with many different herbs and plants, trying to find one that might calm him down after an exciting patrol or clan event. he found he could not come down from his bounciness, and the other warriors were becoming quite annoyed with his hyperactivity. bitternfrost never realized his excitement would put an end to the life he always knew. it was winter time. leafbare. bitternfrost and another group of warriors had head out on an excursion for more food. shadowclan was suffering from famine because the heavy snows chased off all their usual prey, even the frogs. wanting to help however he could, bitternfrost volunteered to come and scout out for anything they could eat. after seeing where the snow had hit, the group had no choice but to follow the path leading to highstones, where the snow was much shallower. the journey was rough and dangerous. several cats brushed death, but after about a sun of traveling they all made it in partially whole condition. looking down upon the edge they saw mother mouth. what they didn't see, however, was the pile of rocks waiting to break free from the side of the mountain. being the excited cat he was, bitternfrost was the first to make his way down the crescent. "i see something!" he shouted, all eager to impress the other warriors. but they weren't staring at him, they were watching the boulders begin to shift. "keep your voice down!" hissed one cat, ears back in fear. "why?" screamed bitternfrost, bouncing around in the snow. "I'M SURE THERE'S FOOD HE--" suddenly, because of the vibrations bouncing around the canyon, the boulders gave way and rolled and speeds never matched towards bitternfrost. he could only stare as they came his way. the warrior screamed as he was hit over and over by various sized rocks. trying to get up and run, he managed to take two steps before the largest rock rolled towards him and onto his leg. the pain was incredible, and bitternfrost yowled in terror. he passed out momentarily, as the pain was too great. when he awoke, he was in the medicine cat's den in shadowclan. the other warriors had managed to pry him from the boulder, but not in one piece. his back paw had been ripped off, leaving a bloody stump in its place. the news was grim: bitternfrost would never return to being a warrior. he was sentence to life in the elder's den. bitternfrost's once happy attitude vanished. he was silent for many suns, glaring at the ground and struggling to walk on the exposed bone of his shattered leg. not only was it maimed, but it was also severely fractured, leaving it nearly useless beyond slow, slow walking. poppy seeds aided his pain, but they could not mend the hole in his heart. the only thing keeping him from joining starclan was missy, a kittypet near the treecut place. in his lonely days he would come and visit her, and she would not judge him for his ugly stump. they fell in love and a moon later, she returned with news of her pregnancy. but bitternfrost was not to be a father. after visiting her for more than two moons, suddenly she stopped appearing. he continued to return, but she was not there. eventually, he met one of the other kittypets in the area, who confirmed the worst: she and her newborn kit had died in birth complications. bitternfrost was devastated. he returned back to camp and his elder's den, vowing never to leave it again. for, indeed, what was there left to live for? he stopped eating and drinking, and only after a few suns of this did one of the other elders recognize what was happening. the entire den began to force bitternfrost to live on, but he resisted and pushed everyone who tried to help further and further away. eventually he came to the conclusion that dying was too good for him. living with the terrible memories was more destructive and soothing than not living at all. at around 45 moons froststar came to him. alone and forgotten, bitternfrost feared he'd never see his leader again. she told him the previous medicine cat had passed and they required a new one, and with his excellent knowledge of herbs and medicine, she asked his approval to make him the next medicine cat. bitternfrost reluctantly agreed, only because he did not want to stay in the elder's den any longer. his life as a medicine cat was long and tedious, but he successfully saved most of the patients he saw. while his bad attitude was condemned by many, no one could challenge his aptitude and skill. for the first time in a long time bitternfrost felt he belonged, and this made him less cranky and more willing to work with cats, even if it wasn't seen on the outside.[/classy]
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