Post by Czarina. on Jan 1, 2011 16:07:18 GMT -5
FROSTTAIL
name ;; Frosttailage ;; 20 Moonsgender ;; She-catclan ;; Shadowclanrank ;; Warriorappearance ;;
Frosttail is graceful. Her petite cream frame that has never been the strongest is quite adept at movement. She prides herself so much in her sinuous movement and impressive speed that she almost forgets to be resentful for her lack of physical power. Her fur is mostly an off-white creamy color that contrasts strikingly with her amber eyes. The cream gives way to a river of misty grey along her stomach and throat. Her fur is short and usually kept clean by her. Her tail, for which her warrior name was given, is always given special treatment as she is quite proud of its large, silky plume.
She speaks in a low, smooth purr. Her voice is quite soft and calming, this gives an odd effect when she grows angry as her menacing shout turn into more of a threatening purr. All put together, Frosttail uses all of her appearance to project an aura of sensuality. She knows that she is a pretty cat and is not satisfied with that. With all the effort she puts into creating that persona it’s no wonder that her pealing laugh rarely touches her cold eyes.personality ;;
Frosttail is quite the little minx. Flirtations, narcissistic, and clever, she is a self-proclaimed Jezebel. Flighty as a bird and indecisive to boot, Frosttail is not the right cat to look to for loyalty. While she is not particularly disloyal she is not the cat to go out of her way to do things that won’t benefit her in some way. While she may stand beside you in battle if ordered to the friendships she creates are so shallow and self-indulgent that they can hardly be counted as real bonds of love and loyalty.
She is sly and ambitious as they come, but not to rising in her clan or honing a certain skill, but to undiluted pleasure. Frosttail lives a life devoted completely to impulse and enjoyment. She has, like many young she-cats, the romantic notion of falling in love, but she scoffs boldly and declares that it could never happen because no Tom could hold her. Few doubt these words due to her irresistible nature. Witty and charming her affections fly from one place to another never resting for more than a moon.
Vain, self-absorbed, proud, shallow, and equipped with a strong sense of who’s worthy of her friendship and who is not, there are many cats, out of her circle of friends, who perfectly hate her. She’s popular throughout the clans. Whether this popularity is positive or not remains to be seen. She is known as a shameless flirt, a high-spirited charmer, and by less generous cats that are not impressed by her wit, “A disgrace.”
All in all, Frosttail is a notorious temptress, a frivolous thrill-seeker, and a charismatic warrior. She maybe an underachiever in that she could do much more with her talents than she does but she is still very young. Perhaps when her beauty fades with age what she has left shall be seen.history ;;
Dapplefur and Firepelt were young and in love. They lived to be with each other, happy and carefree. So when Dapplefur suddenly found herself big with kits she and Firepelt declared that they would get through it and return to their blissful love. Therefore it goes without saying that Frosttail’s parents didn’t particularly want her. Her mother was fairly inattentive and left the nursery as soon as she could and her father was an almost non-existent presence in her life. Because of this, Frosttail cultivated her independence at an early age. She was quite a favorite in the nursery due to her charm and she was quite well taken care of without her silly love-struck parents. She and her siblings were never particularly close, most being of the quieter persuasion, nothing young Frostkit cared for at all. Cats said that Frostkit was going places; some even went so far as to say that she was a leader if ever there was one.
Frostkit had other plans. She had found a more practical use, in her mind, for her charisma. She found that she could make cats do things she requested, she could outsmart cats. This discovery began to manifest itself especially when she became an apprentice. She didn’t see why she should work particularly hard at much of anything when it could just as easily be done for her. Her mentor did little to curb her charge’s lust for luxury. In fact, her mentor, a young cat called Foxcloud, taught Frostpaw the skills to be a warrior, but she also added in her own ideologies into her apprentice’s mind. Frostpaw was Shadowclan through and through; her bloodline was perfect, she was a pretty cat; she could easily find someone to provide for her. Foxcloud taught Frostpaw to be Athaliah and Frostpaw went for it.
She was made a warrior at sixteen moons and she proceeded to begin her life for real. She was going to be the most happy. She had no problem raising a circle of friends and admirers; she was content to be the ringleader of a circle that would have a sort of dark glamour. She befriended skilled young warriors who looked up to her. Her place in the mini-hierarchy she creates in her mind is secure for now, as is her way of life. Perhaps deep down she knows that this fragile life style cannot be preserved forever, but she is not a cat to dwell on the future and in this moment she lives her motto, “The Most Happy.”family ;;
Mother: Dapplefur
Father: Firepelt
Siblings: Brightkit (died of a kit-hood illness), Ivyfur, Talonclaw.other ;; The Most Happy was also Anne Boleyn’s motto. THAT’S NOT A NICE SIGN.
