Post by ♦Frost~fur♦ on Jan 2, 2008 3:39:44 GMT
.Basic Information.
Name:
Frostfur
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
21 Moons
Clan:
ThunderClan
Rank:
Deputy
.Details.
Personality:
Frostfur is a couragous, fair cat. She fights will all her heart and is very caring for her Clan. She has a habit of talking a little to fast and her temper is sometimes bad, but she has learned to control it. Sometimes she acts before she thinks, but she is learning slowly. She gets to know her Clan's strengths and weaknesses to decide desicions for patrols, and hunting parties. Frostfur is not willing to start wars and barely ever jumps to conclusions.
Description:
She is a Russian Blue feline with a bit of Tuxedo Cat. Which explains her name, Frostfur, because of the white undersides from her second side of the family. Other then that her fur is a Russian Blue cat color. Her eyes glimmer with deep green. She is an average weight and a scar lies upon the top of her head from an old battle. Her muscles are strong and she is a great fighter.
History:
A kit was born 21 moons ago. Her little blue-gray and white coat being shadowed in the darkness of the nursury. She lived her kithood out in RiverClan, but was soon taken in by ThunderClan. Already being a good swimmer she started her apprenticeship and went from Frostkit to Frostpaw. She was trained by an old warrior named Silverclaw. Silverclaw was one of the strongest fighters in ThunderClan and soon was teaching Frostpaw how to fight. Learning many fighting moves from Silverclaw, Frostpaw succeeded in a battle with rouges. Soon after Frostpaw was named Frostfur. She gleamed with pride the night her leader made her a warrior. Her mentor Silverclaw was in the medicine cat den with a bad wound for some time and Frostfur visited her everyday, telling her about her warrior life and saying how much the trained had helped her. One day Frostfur had come back from a patrol to find Silverclaw had died. As Frostfur lived on WindClan hadn't had trouble for some moons now. Suddenly they were attacked and Frostfur fought deadly. In the death-filled battle Frostfur found her Leader risked her last life to save her deputy and was defeated. Soon the deputy of ThunderClan was named their Leader and Frostfur was appointed deputy. She had expected nothing of it and was shimmering when her duties begun. Now she still lives as Deputy, serving her leader well.
In Character:
As the dark cats came tumbling through the camp, Frostfur leapt out of the den and saw the fight flash before her eyes. Scarlet drops splattered the ground as she saw qeens, warriors, and apprentices bring themselves upon the cats invading camp. Suddenly Frostfur felt impact in her side and claws raked her side. The cat was on her back and biting into her shoulder. Forstfur unsheathed her claws quickly and rolled over, making the cat gasp for air, a chance for Frostfur's attack. She chased her tail, flinging off her attacker. She jumped up onto the cat and raked her claws visciously along the underbelly of the rouge. He yelped in pain and tried to kick with his back legs, but hopelessly failed. Frostfur bit into his hind leg, giving him a bite he would never forget. He wiggled out from under her and went yowling out of camp. Frostfur breathed hard and felt blood falling off her side and shoulder. Pain swept through her as her cuts bled and she winced in pain and sprinted off towards another attacker.((I'm not very good with fights...))
.eXtRa.
Skills:
Frostfur can swim well, hunts ok, and is an exellent fighter.
Scars:
As I mentioned above, there's one atop her head.
Other:
Nope
Name:
Frostfur
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
21 Moons
Clan:
ThunderClan
Rank:
Deputy
.Details.
Personality:
Frostfur is a couragous, fair cat. She fights will all her heart and is very caring for her Clan. She has a habit of talking a little to fast and her temper is sometimes bad, but she has learned to control it. Sometimes she acts before she thinks, but she is learning slowly. She gets to know her Clan's strengths and weaknesses to decide desicions for patrols, and hunting parties. Frostfur is not willing to start wars and barely ever jumps to conclusions.
Description:
She is a Russian Blue feline with a bit of Tuxedo Cat. Which explains her name, Frostfur, because of the white undersides from her second side of the family. Other then that her fur is a Russian Blue cat color. Her eyes glimmer with deep green. She is an average weight and a scar lies upon the top of her head from an old battle. Her muscles are strong and she is a great fighter.
History:
A kit was born 21 moons ago. Her little blue-gray and white coat being shadowed in the darkness of the nursury. She lived her kithood out in RiverClan, but was soon taken in by ThunderClan. Already being a good swimmer she started her apprenticeship and went from Frostkit to Frostpaw. She was trained by an old warrior named Silverclaw. Silverclaw was one of the strongest fighters in ThunderClan and soon was teaching Frostpaw how to fight. Learning many fighting moves from Silverclaw, Frostpaw succeeded in a battle with rouges. Soon after Frostpaw was named Frostfur. She gleamed with pride the night her leader made her a warrior. Her mentor Silverclaw was in the medicine cat den with a bad wound for some time and Frostfur visited her everyday, telling her about her warrior life and saying how much the trained had helped her. One day Frostfur had come back from a patrol to find Silverclaw had died. As Frostfur lived on WindClan hadn't had trouble for some moons now. Suddenly they were attacked and Frostfur fought deadly. In the death-filled battle Frostfur found her Leader risked her last life to save her deputy and was defeated. Soon the deputy of ThunderClan was named their Leader and Frostfur was appointed deputy. She had expected nothing of it and was shimmering when her duties begun. Now she still lives as Deputy, serving her leader well.
In Character:
As the dark cats came tumbling through the camp, Frostfur leapt out of the den and saw the fight flash before her eyes. Scarlet drops splattered the ground as she saw qeens, warriors, and apprentices bring themselves upon the cats invading camp. Suddenly Frostfur felt impact in her side and claws raked her side. The cat was on her back and biting into her shoulder. Forstfur unsheathed her claws quickly and rolled over, making the cat gasp for air, a chance for Frostfur's attack. She chased her tail, flinging off her attacker. She jumped up onto the cat and raked her claws visciously along the underbelly of the rouge. He yelped in pain and tried to kick with his back legs, but hopelessly failed. Frostfur bit into his hind leg, giving him a bite he would never forget. He wiggled out from under her and went yowling out of camp. Frostfur breathed hard and felt blood falling off her side and shoulder. Pain swept through her as her cuts bled and she winced in pain and sprinted off towards another attacker.((I'm not very good with fights...))
.eXtRa.
Skills:
Frostfur can swim well, hunts ok, and is an exellent fighter.
Scars:
As I mentioned above, there's one atop her head.
Other:
Nope
