Post by Iceth on Apr 19, 2007 13:25:41 GMT -5
Name: Frostfang
Gender: Femme
Age: 37 Moons
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Frostfang is smart, quick of tongue and clever-minded. She is constantly battle-ready, but with that readiness and cleverness comes the fact that she has a barbed tongue; she is rarely kind, and the only cat she maintains at least a consistent series of manners with is her leader. Other cats tend to shy away from Frostfang as a result.
Physical Description: Frostfang's lean, average-sized body is covered in long, pale-grey fur that lightens to white on her chest and paws. Her eyes are a brilliant emerald green, and her fangs, from which her name is derived, are longer than most and needle-sharp, in addition to being as dazzling a white in color as the milk-teeth of a young kit. While she is no longer a kit (far from it), and she is an older warrior, with the experience and scratch-marks to match, Frostfang is still physically fit.
Past Life: Born the daughter, and only kit, of two RiverClan warriors, Splashedsoul (mother) and Veiledpast (father, a former loner), Frostkit enjoyed her life in the nursery, but, as there were, of course, other kits in the Nursery at that time, she was unable to befriend many of them due to her quickness to anger and criticize. Her one friend, Runningkit, was a clever enough tom as it went, but he stuck to Frostkit as he was smaller and physically weaker than their other denmates; the light-furred she-kit offered him some protection, at least, from their scorn.
Soon enough, the duo were apprenticed, Frostpaw to a strong, experienced female by name of Nightpelt, and Runningpaw to Frostpaw's own sire, Veiledpast. Both were glad to finally be out of the Nursery, but not for long. Veiledpast was not particularly fond of his 'weakling' apprentice, nor did he approve of the bond he and his daughter shared. As a result, the tom worked Runningpaw ruthlessly, rarely allowing him a peaceful moment near Frostpaw. Eventually, it became obvious that Runningpaw and Frostpaw's affection had only strengthened, and Veiledpast was furious. One night, he took Runningpaw out of camp, presumably on a border patrol. Near the border with ThunderClan, the stronger, older cat attacked the young tom, driving him out of the territory, and, Veiledpast hoped, to his death. Upon his return to RiverClan Camp, he lamented the 'death' of his apprentice near the border; fallen to his death from a pine tree into the river, he claimed, while Veiledpast had been dealing with a ThunderClan patrol. Frostpaw mourned the loss of her friend, but soon learned the truth; while Whitestar refused to believe that one of his best, most trusted warriors could have done such an act, Frostpaw, now Frostfang following her ceremony the night Runningpaw had fled, refused to go near either one of her parents again.
Now a senior warrior, her parents long-dead, Frostfang is not much better than she was before.
Other: Yes, I do plan on RPing Runningpaw at a later date.
Picture: Here
The Password: Mousebrain
Gender: Femme
Age: 37 Moons
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Frostfang is smart, quick of tongue and clever-minded. She is constantly battle-ready, but with that readiness and cleverness comes the fact that she has a barbed tongue; she is rarely kind, and the only cat she maintains at least a consistent series of manners with is her leader. Other cats tend to shy away from Frostfang as a result.
Physical Description: Frostfang's lean, average-sized body is covered in long, pale-grey fur that lightens to white on her chest and paws. Her eyes are a brilliant emerald green, and her fangs, from which her name is derived, are longer than most and needle-sharp, in addition to being as dazzling a white in color as the milk-teeth of a young kit. While she is no longer a kit (far from it), and she is an older warrior, with the experience and scratch-marks to match, Frostfang is still physically fit.
Past Life: Born the daughter, and only kit, of two RiverClan warriors, Splashedsoul (mother) and Veiledpast (father, a former loner), Frostkit enjoyed her life in the nursery, but, as there were, of course, other kits in the Nursery at that time, she was unable to befriend many of them due to her quickness to anger and criticize. Her one friend, Runningkit, was a clever enough tom as it went, but he stuck to Frostkit as he was smaller and physically weaker than their other denmates; the light-furred she-kit offered him some protection, at least, from their scorn.
Soon enough, the duo were apprenticed, Frostpaw to a strong, experienced female by name of Nightpelt, and Runningpaw to Frostpaw's own sire, Veiledpast. Both were glad to finally be out of the Nursery, but not for long. Veiledpast was not particularly fond of his 'weakling' apprentice, nor did he approve of the bond he and his daughter shared. As a result, the tom worked Runningpaw ruthlessly, rarely allowing him a peaceful moment near Frostpaw. Eventually, it became obvious that Runningpaw and Frostpaw's affection had only strengthened, and Veiledpast was furious. One night, he took Runningpaw out of camp, presumably on a border patrol. Near the border with ThunderClan, the stronger, older cat attacked the young tom, driving him out of the territory, and, Veiledpast hoped, to his death. Upon his return to RiverClan Camp, he lamented the 'death' of his apprentice near the border; fallen to his death from a pine tree into the river, he claimed, while Veiledpast had been dealing with a ThunderClan patrol. Frostpaw mourned the loss of her friend, but soon learned the truth; while Whitestar refused to believe that one of his best, most trusted warriors could have done such an act, Frostpaw, now Frostfang following her ceremony the night Runningpaw had fled, refused to go near either one of her parents again.
Now a senior warrior, her parents long-dead, Frostfang is not much better than she was before.
Other: Yes, I do plan on RPing Runningpaw at a later date.
Picture: Here
The Password: Mousebrain