Post by Froststar on Aug 23, 2016 23:17:05 GMT -6
SHADOWCLAN
FROSTSTAR
AGE
50 moons
GENDER
Female
RANK
Leader
APPEARANCE
"White she-cat with striking green eyes"
Froststar loathes her pelt for three fourths of the year-- it sticks out horribly in green-leaf and parts of new-leaf and leaf-fall. It is a stunning white with no trace of color anywhere, which is why once the snow has melted and the prey can spot her, more often than not, she rolls in the dust to attempt to camoflague herself.
Her build is sturdy but lithe, her gait strong but soft like any cunning ShadowClan cat. Her tail is heavily plumed, meaning that it is a great joy for kits to bat at, if they dared. It aids in her balance immensely, making her sure and swift-footed even through the damp, muddy ShadowClan grounds.
The most striking part of her appearance though would be her eyes. They are an intense green in color, and her stare is piercing as well as transfixing. It is very easy to feel her staring into another cat's back if there is something she disapproves of. Her gaze is hardened by the dark times that have plagued the clan, although perhaps once it was kinder.
PERSONALITY
Froststar takes every aspect of warrior life seriously; patrols, hunting, meetings, mentoring. Although her dedication is appreciated this can often result in her being a little too stern or strict. Most of her clanmates are used to their leader's icy deposition, however, she knows other clans speak poorly of her. Nevertheless, she does not care.
Her aggression is what other clans fear-- she is adept in battle and teaches her clan to do the same. They are the cunning clan of the night, and Froststar is willing to push the boundaries of her territory if she feels ShadowClan has been wronged or deserves more.
Despite the negatives to her personality, Froststar can be kind to her own clanmates, and she is a good mentor to apprentices who do not understand the gravity of being a warrior. Although she only had one litter of kits, she was a good, compassionate mother, and had even come to love the cat that fathered them, Blackwater. After losing them to the heartbreak the biting sickness had caused, she now remains more bitter than ever.
HISTORY
Frostkit was born in a litter of three to Poppytail and Stoneheart, along with her siblings Sleetkit and Icekit, all named after the cold weather the kits were born in. Poppytail's pregnancy had been unexpected, hence the poor planning from the two ShadowClan warriors. Icekit was the weak runt of the litter, and unfortunately did not make it, but Sleetpaw and Frostpaw made it to apprenticehood.
Although Sleetpaw was more open to the jokes and antics of a typical apprentice, Frostpaw was very serious. She wanted to be the best warrior she could be for her clan, and was delighted when she was apprenticed to the clan deputy, Cloudstep, who was more than willing to show the white-furred apprentice how he coped with his own snowy pelt during the warmer months. The leader of ShadowClan at the time, Thornstar, had picked Cloudstep to be Frostpaw's mentor specifically for this reason.
Frostpaw was aggressive by nature and scorned her foolish brother, but Cloudstep managed to channel the nastier aspects of her attitude into ambition. It became quite clear to others that Cloudstep was potentially grooming Frostpaw into a position of leadership-- Thornstar was very, very old, after all.
After aiding Cloudstep and his patrol in chasing a fox off their territory, Frostpaw earned her warrior name before her brother, and she relished in this fact. She was given the name Frostfang for her fighting prowess.
Sleetpaw held no jealousy toward his sister, much to her chagrin, and earned his name Sleetnose in due time. Both Poppytail and Stoneheart were proud of their kits.
ShadowClan's leader Thornstar died not long after, and Cloudstep traveled to the Moonpool with the medicine cat at the time to become Cloudstar. Frostfang couldn't be more proud of her mentor. She knew she was too young to be named deputy, as she had not had an apprentice of her own yet. Additionally, she had noticed that there were very few kits for ShadowClan to apprentice. Figuring she had all the time in the world to become Cloudstar's deputy (Pinefur, while popular, was a fool in her opinion) Frostfang decided to take up a mate in a young tom named Blackwater. He was about 13 moons her senior, but he was interested in having kits and she simply wanted to do a duty to the clan.
Although Frostfang convinced herself that her and Blackwater's relationship was strictly professional and only to produce more kits for the clan, he was strong, serious, and kind. The way he doted on her was oddly refreshing, and she found herself coming to care for him. They soon had two kits in green-leaf: Dark-kit, and Whitekit. Dark-kit looked like her father, but Whitekit looked exactly like his mother. Although Frostfang did her best not to play favorites, Whitekit continued to enthrall her, with his kind personality like his father. As soon as the two became apprentices, Frostfang returned to being a warrior, and received her own apprentice, a kit that was more afraid of her scolding than her own mother's while she was in the nursery: Oakpaw.
Close to the end of Oakpaw's apprenticeship, a badger driven out of ThunderClan territory wreaked havoc on ShadowClan's camp. It took a life of Cloudstar's, but also Pinefur and her father, Stoneheart, both of whom were aiding the elders escape to safety. Although she mourned deeply, Frostfang sat with an expectant gaze under the branch her leader called down from when he chose his next deputy. Although blood still trickled from a wound down her side from giving the badger what it deserved, she held her head high as her name was called. The cheers of her family members were the loudest.
She was young, but Cloudstar had many lives left, and she had time to learn from him. In those passing moons, her kits became warriors, Darkbriar and Whitefoot, as did Oakpaw, who had become Oakfrost, requesting his mentor's prefix, as she had taught him humility.
Her time as deputy proved she was a survivor. Family members came and went: Poppytail died of grief not long after Stoneheart, and while Frostfang grieved heavily, she did not grieve anywhere near as much for Oakfrost, who had died after saving some kits that escaped from camp to play on the ice of the lake. It cracked and rumbled like thunder, and as he threw the last kit to safety, he went under. Although he was pulled out, he died from the shock and the chill. Frostfang's heart felt heavy.
The constant by her side throughout all of this was Blackwater, and as moons continued to pass and Cloudstar's last life ebbed away, he twined his tail with hers before she set off to the Moonpool with the medicine cat to come back as ShadowClan's leader.
Her ceremony was usual, at first. Nine cats greeted her, and the first to step up to her was the leader before Thornstar, Sparrowstar. She gave her a life of nobility. Next came Thornstar himself, who gave a life of resilience. Next, to Frostfang's surprise, she was greeted by her former littermate, Icekit, who gave her a life of humor, wryly noting in her small kit voice that her sister badly needed some. After that followed another kit who had died that season, Softkit, who gave her a life of honor. Pinefur followed after, giving her a life of wisdom. Frostfang teared up as her parents approached her next: Stoneheart giving her a life of instinct, and Poppytail a mother's love. Both were painful and she didn't know if she could bear the following life, considering how much it hurt to see Oakfrost approach her. Her gave her a life of mentoring and patience, and finally, Cloudstar stepped forward. He gave her a life of strength, endurance, and mercy, ominously telling her she would need it.
Frostfang was hailed by her new name, Froststar, and returned to the clan to serve them well. She was a strict, stern leader: aggressive to those outside ShadowClan, but not unkind to her own clanmates. Her pride ruled her thoughts, although she humbly put her clanmates before herself whenever danger arose: after all, she had nine lives to lose, but her clanmates only had one. Due to this she lost two lives: one to a tree that fell into camp and another to a vixen out for revenge for her cubs.
Froststar truly had no idea what Cloudstar had meant by needing the virtues he bestowed upon her with his life, because when the biting sickness struck ShadowClan first, although the white-furred leader didn't show it, she was terrified. The medicine cat had been no help at all, becoming as easily as infected as the cats that came to them. Froststar immediately organized a quarantine, but it did little help, the disease had spread not only in ShadowClan but to other clans as well, worst of all, to her own son, Whitefoot.
Most of the leaders do not remember which one of them proposed The Great March, but Froststar does. Although it was a collaborative effort, it was she who scathingly remarked "what do you want us to do, shove them all off the territory?" She spat it with a venom, before realizing the truth in her words. Exile was the only option.
It was with a heavy heart that Froststar took a great leap onto the branch above her den and announced that the cats with the biting sickness were to be banished-- including her own son.
The ordeal is now over, and although Froststar survived it, she truly, truly wishes she had not.
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
"You can't banish your own kit!"
The yowl cut through the clan meeting air like a claw into a mouse, and although there were a few gasps at Blackwater's indigence and challenge at their leader, his mate, Froststar's piercing gaze remained steady, her chin unmoved, her head held high. It was not a choice she wanted either, but as a clan leader she had to be willing to make sacrifices, and although she truly wished she could spare one of her lives for her son, it was not possible.
"I can and I will!" Froststar snarled back, not backing down from her stance. The decision had been made by all leaders. How would the others see ShadowClan if their leader was too weak to banish her own kit? "There is no cure, not in any of the clans! Our medicine cat is dead, would you rather it spread to the rest of the clan?"
Blackwater lashed his tail. "Better to die as a family than to force him to die afraid and away from camp."
Froststar sighed, shaking her head. "What's done is done. I want a volunteer to escort the cats with the biting sickness to the agreed upon border." After an elder with little to lose offered to take the sick cats away from ShadowClan, the white she-cat watched her mate storm off, her daughter leaving with him as well. She knew they were going to go say their goodbyes to Whitefoot.
Whitefoot, precious Whitefoot, her son, her shadow, the exact image of herself, the selflessness of his father. He had done nothing to deserve this, StarClan was receiving a good warrior far, far before his time. Froststar looked over to where the sick cats had been kept, he was foaming at the mouth and aggressively hissing at Blackwater and Darkbriar, only kept back by the vine that restrained him to a trunk of a tree like all the other sick cats.
Froststar narrowed her eyes. She had made the right choice. That cat was not the Whitefoot she knew. That cat was not her son.
50 moons
GENDER
Female
RANK
Leader
APPEARANCE
"White she-cat with striking green eyes"
Froststar loathes her pelt for three fourths of the year-- it sticks out horribly in green-leaf and parts of new-leaf and leaf-fall. It is a stunning white with no trace of color anywhere, which is why once the snow has melted and the prey can spot her, more often than not, she rolls in the dust to attempt to camoflague herself.
Her build is sturdy but lithe, her gait strong but soft like any cunning ShadowClan cat. Her tail is heavily plumed, meaning that it is a great joy for kits to bat at, if they dared. It aids in her balance immensely, making her sure and swift-footed even through the damp, muddy ShadowClan grounds.
The most striking part of her appearance though would be her eyes. They are an intense green in color, and her stare is piercing as well as transfixing. It is very easy to feel her staring into another cat's back if there is something she disapproves of. Her gaze is hardened by the dark times that have plagued the clan, although perhaps once it was kinder.
PERSONALITY
Froststar takes every aspect of warrior life seriously; patrols, hunting, meetings, mentoring. Although her dedication is appreciated this can often result in her being a little too stern or strict. Most of her clanmates are used to their leader's icy deposition, however, she knows other clans speak poorly of her. Nevertheless, she does not care.
Her aggression is what other clans fear-- she is adept in battle and teaches her clan to do the same. They are the cunning clan of the night, and Froststar is willing to push the boundaries of her territory if she feels ShadowClan has been wronged or deserves more.
Despite the negatives to her personality, Froststar can be kind to her own clanmates, and she is a good mentor to apprentices who do not understand the gravity of being a warrior. Although she only had one litter of kits, she was a good, compassionate mother, and had even come to love the cat that fathered them, Blackwater. After losing them to the heartbreak the biting sickness had caused, she now remains more bitter than ever.
HISTORY
Frostkit was born in a litter of three to Poppytail and Stoneheart, along with her siblings Sleetkit and Icekit, all named after the cold weather the kits were born in. Poppytail's pregnancy had been unexpected, hence the poor planning from the two ShadowClan warriors. Icekit was the weak runt of the litter, and unfortunately did not make it, but Sleetpaw and Frostpaw made it to apprenticehood.
Although Sleetpaw was more open to the jokes and antics of a typical apprentice, Frostpaw was very serious. She wanted to be the best warrior she could be for her clan, and was delighted when she was apprenticed to the clan deputy, Cloudstep, who was more than willing to show the white-furred apprentice how he coped with his own snowy pelt during the warmer months. The leader of ShadowClan at the time, Thornstar, had picked Cloudstep to be Frostpaw's mentor specifically for this reason.
Frostpaw was aggressive by nature and scorned her foolish brother, but Cloudstep managed to channel the nastier aspects of her attitude into ambition. It became quite clear to others that Cloudstep was potentially grooming Frostpaw into a position of leadership-- Thornstar was very, very old, after all.
After aiding Cloudstep and his patrol in chasing a fox off their territory, Frostpaw earned her warrior name before her brother, and she relished in this fact. She was given the name Frostfang for her fighting prowess.
Sleetpaw held no jealousy toward his sister, much to her chagrin, and earned his name Sleetnose in due time. Both Poppytail and Stoneheart were proud of their kits.
ShadowClan's leader Thornstar died not long after, and Cloudstep traveled to the Moonpool with the medicine cat at the time to become Cloudstar. Frostfang couldn't be more proud of her mentor. She knew she was too young to be named deputy, as she had not had an apprentice of her own yet. Additionally, she had noticed that there were very few kits for ShadowClan to apprentice. Figuring she had all the time in the world to become Cloudstar's deputy (Pinefur, while popular, was a fool in her opinion) Frostfang decided to take up a mate in a young tom named Blackwater. He was about 13 moons her senior, but he was interested in having kits and she simply wanted to do a duty to the clan.
Although Frostfang convinced herself that her and Blackwater's relationship was strictly professional and only to produce more kits for the clan, he was strong, serious, and kind. The way he doted on her was oddly refreshing, and she found herself coming to care for him. They soon had two kits in green-leaf: Dark-kit, and Whitekit. Dark-kit looked like her father, but Whitekit looked exactly like his mother. Although Frostfang did her best not to play favorites, Whitekit continued to enthrall her, with his kind personality like his father. As soon as the two became apprentices, Frostfang returned to being a warrior, and received her own apprentice, a kit that was more afraid of her scolding than her own mother's while she was in the nursery: Oakpaw.
Close to the end of Oakpaw's apprenticeship, a badger driven out of ThunderClan territory wreaked havoc on ShadowClan's camp. It took a life of Cloudstar's, but also Pinefur and her father, Stoneheart, both of whom were aiding the elders escape to safety. Although she mourned deeply, Frostfang sat with an expectant gaze under the branch her leader called down from when he chose his next deputy. Although blood still trickled from a wound down her side from giving the badger what it deserved, she held her head high as her name was called. The cheers of her family members were the loudest.
She was young, but Cloudstar had many lives left, and she had time to learn from him. In those passing moons, her kits became warriors, Darkbriar and Whitefoot, as did Oakpaw, who had become Oakfrost, requesting his mentor's prefix, as she had taught him humility.
Her time as deputy proved she was a survivor. Family members came and went: Poppytail died of grief not long after Stoneheart, and while Frostfang grieved heavily, she did not grieve anywhere near as much for Oakfrost, who had died after saving some kits that escaped from camp to play on the ice of the lake. It cracked and rumbled like thunder, and as he threw the last kit to safety, he went under. Although he was pulled out, he died from the shock and the chill. Frostfang's heart felt heavy.
The constant by her side throughout all of this was Blackwater, and as moons continued to pass and Cloudstar's last life ebbed away, he twined his tail with hers before she set off to the Moonpool with the medicine cat to come back as ShadowClan's leader.
Her ceremony was usual, at first. Nine cats greeted her, and the first to step up to her was the leader before Thornstar, Sparrowstar. She gave her a life of nobility. Next came Thornstar himself, who gave a life of resilience. Next, to Frostfang's surprise, she was greeted by her former littermate, Icekit, who gave her a life of humor, wryly noting in her small kit voice that her sister badly needed some. After that followed another kit who had died that season, Softkit, who gave her a life of honor. Pinefur followed after, giving her a life of wisdom. Frostfang teared up as her parents approached her next: Stoneheart giving her a life of instinct, and Poppytail a mother's love. Both were painful and she didn't know if she could bear the following life, considering how much it hurt to see Oakfrost approach her. Her gave her a life of mentoring and patience, and finally, Cloudstar stepped forward. He gave her a life of strength, endurance, and mercy, ominously telling her she would need it.
Frostfang was hailed by her new name, Froststar, and returned to the clan to serve them well. She was a strict, stern leader: aggressive to those outside ShadowClan, but not unkind to her own clanmates. Her pride ruled her thoughts, although she humbly put her clanmates before herself whenever danger arose: after all, she had nine lives to lose, but her clanmates only had one. Due to this she lost two lives: one to a tree that fell into camp and another to a vixen out for revenge for her cubs.
Froststar truly had no idea what Cloudstar had meant by needing the virtues he bestowed upon her with his life, because when the biting sickness struck ShadowClan first, although the white-furred leader didn't show it, she was terrified. The medicine cat had been no help at all, becoming as easily as infected as the cats that came to them. Froststar immediately organized a quarantine, but it did little help, the disease had spread not only in ShadowClan but to other clans as well, worst of all, to her own son, Whitefoot.
Most of the leaders do not remember which one of them proposed The Great March, but Froststar does. Although it was a collaborative effort, it was she who scathingly remarked "what do you want us to do, shove them all off the territory?" She spat it with a venom, before realizing the truth in her words. Exile was the only option.
It was with a heavy heart that Froststar took a great leap onto the branch above her den and announced that the cats with the biting sickness were to be banished-- including her own son.
The ordeal is now over, and although Froststar survived it, she truly, truly wishes she had not.
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
"You can't banish your own kit!"
The yowl cut through the clan meeting air like a claw into a mouse, and although there were a few gasps at Blackwater's indigence and challenge at their leader, his mate, Froststar's piercing gaze remained steady, her chin unmoved, her head held high. It was not a choice she wanted either, but as a clan leader she had to be willing to make sacrifices, and although she truly wished she could spare one of her lives for her son, it was not possible.
"I can and I will!" Froststar snarled back, not backing down from her stance. The decision had been made by all leaders. How would the others see ShadowClan if their leader was too weak to banish her own kit? "There is no cure, not in any of the clans! Our medicine cat is dead, would you rather it spread to the rest of the clan?"
Blackwater lashed his tail. "Better to die as a family than to force him to die afraid and away from camp."
Froststar sighed, shaking her head. "What's done is done. I want a volunteer to escort the cats with the biting sickness to the agreed upon border." After an elder with little to lose offered to take the sick cats away from ShadowClan, the white she-cat watched her mate storm off, her daughter leaving with him as well. She knew they were going to go say their goodbyes to Whitefoot.
Whitefoot, precious Whitefoot, her son, her shadow, the exact image of herself, the selflessness of his father. He had done nothing to deserve this, StarClan was receiving a good warrior far, far before his time. Froststar looked over to where the sick cats had been kept, he was foaming at the mouth and aggressively hissing at Blackwater and Darkbriar, only kept back by the vine that restrained him to a trunk of a tree like all the other sick cats.
Froststar narrowed her eyes. She had made the right choice. That cat was not the Whitefoot she knew. That cat was not her son.
