Frostbite [Windclan]
Apr 1, 2009 15:40:33 GMT -6
Post by Snow on Apr 1, 2009 15:40:33 GMT -6
Frostbite
Age: 42 Moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Windclan
Short Description: A large silver tom, with unique blue-green eyes.
Appearance:
When you first see Frostbite you would think that he is a Thunderclan or even a Riverclan warrior, but he is a half blood. He got his appearance from his father a brave Riverclan warrior, and he got the heart and speed from his beautiful mother who is from Windclan.
Frostbite is a rather large solid silver tom, with very unique blue-green eyes. His whole body is silver all the way from his broad muzzle to his thick tail tip. With his broad face he does have problems breathing when he runs, which is also a reason that you wouldn’t think that he is a Windclan warrior.
Personality:
Even though Frostbite's figure and size might make him look fierce and mean, in the inside he is a very friendly tom. Every now and then you’d experience his annoyed side which is usually expressed upon a very unlucky apprentice.
Frostbite usually doesn’t make enemies, he makes friends. Out of all of his friends he had never experience true love. The closest love that he had was with a small white she-cat known as, Whitemist. Although that love was nothing more then a small crush.
History:
He was born a single kit to a soft queen known as, Scarlettail and the noble warrior Nightmask. Even though he had a soft mother that looked after him, his father would always check on him making sure he was growing strong everyday.
His father did this to make sure Frostbite would become a strong warrior. During the night his father wouldn’t let him play with his friends Hazelkit and Stormpaw. Instead he'd hold private warrior lessons with his son, making sure he was something Windclan could be proud of.
As Hazelkit became an apprentice Frostbite was left alone in the nursery where no she-cat was expecting. As weeks past Frostbite grew lonelier and lonelier. And then suddenly he had became an apprentice and was reuinted with his good friends, Hazelpaw and Stormpaw. During his time as an apprentice him and Hazelpaw did many things together and if Stormsong had time on his own he would always join, and they'd be kits again.
After a large battle between them and a big patrol of Shadowclan cats fighting for more land, he and Hazelstar worked together and scared off many of the warriors. With their bravery and strength they were able to join Stormsong as warriors and held their silent vigil with pride.
As weeks had passed since him and Hazelwing had became warriors and the she-cat just wasn't acting herself. She'd sit around all day and mope. Although something was wrong with her. But no matter what she always admitted she was fine, although their was a deep longing in her gaze.
It was clear that something was up with the once happy going she-cat that used to never shut up and always get into trouble. Even Stormsong knew that something was up. But the mystery was soon short lived, because a couple moons later Hazelwing was pregnant. They were both shocked but most of all they wanted to know who the father was.
It was quite apparent after they saw her reaction to Wildstrike's death, a young Shadowclan warrior. When his death was announced at a gathering and by the grief plastered over her face, they both could tell. It was proven after her only kit was born, for he looked just like his father.
Sadly the kit hadn't lasted long and died a moon later, devastated Hazelwing had closed herself off from the world. She became cold, snappish, and mean. She wasn't herself.
But as a moon passed by she became the old Hazelwing again, she was cheerful, happy, and annoying. But she was back and that was all that mattered to Frostbite. And when she became deputy and then leader he couldn't be happier.
Now for Frostbite’s little crush that happened not long ago was really short and ended sadly. His crush was Whitemist and beautiful small white she-cat with soft gray eyes. When Frostbite laid his eyes on her he felt a connection, but that connection didn’t last long.
He and Whitemist had hanged out a lot with each other going on patrol and sharing tongues with each other, but that only lasted for a moon as Whitemist caught Greencough and died during the night.
That is pretty much Frostbite’s history threatened to loose one of his close friends to get her back, and loosing his love one from a deadly decease.
Age: 42 Moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Windclan
Short Description: A large silver tom, with unique blue-green eyes.
Appearance:
When you first see Frostbite you would think that he is a Thunderclan or even a Riverclan warrior, but he is a half blood. He got his appearance from his father a brave Riverclan warrior, and he got the heart and speed from his beautiful mother who is from Windclan.
Frostbite is a rather large solid silver tom, with very unique blue-green eyes. His whole body is silver all the way from his broad muzzle to his thick tail tip. With his broad face he does have problems breathing when he runs, which is also a reason that you wouldn’t think that he is a Windclan warrior.
Personality:
Even though Frostbite's figure and size might make him look fierce and mean, in the inside he is a very friendly tom. Every now and then you’d experience his annoyed side which is usually expressed upon a very unlucky apprentice.
Frostbite usually doesn’t make enemies, he makes friends. Out of all of his friends he had never experience true love. The closest love that he had was with a small white she-cat known as, Whitemist. Although that love was nothing more then a small crush.
History:
He was born a single kit to a soft queen known as, Scarlettail and the noble warrior Nightmask. Even though he had a soft mother that looked after him, his father would always check on him making sure he was growing strong everyday.
His father did this to make sure Frostbite would become a strong warrior. During the night his father wouldn’t let him play with his friends Hazelkit and Stormpaw. Instead he'd hold private warrior lessons with his son, making sure he was something Windclan could be proud of.
As Hazelkit became an apprentice Frostbite was left alone in the nursery where no she-cat was expecting. As weeks past Frostbite grew lonelier and lonelier. And then suddenly he had became an apprentice and was reuinted with his good friends, Hazelpaw and Stormpaw. During his time as an apprentice him and Hazelpaw did many things together and if Stormsong had time on his own he would always join, and they'd be kits again.
After a large battle between them and a big patrol of Shadowclan cats fighting for more land, he and Hazelstar worked together and scared off many of the warriors. With their bravery and strength they were able to join Stormsong as warriors and held their silent vigil with pride.
As weeks had passed since him and Hazelwing had became warriors and the she-cat just wasn't acting herself. She'd sit around all day and mope. Although something was wrong with her. But no matter what she always admitted she was fine, although their was a deep longing in her gaze.
It was clear that something was up with the once happy going she-cat that used to never shut up and always get into trouble. Even Stormsong knew that something was up. But the mystery was soon short lived, because a couple moons later Hazelwing was pregnant. They were both shocked but most of all they wanted to know who the father was.
It was quite apparent after they saw her reaction to Wildstrike's death, a young Shadowclan warrior. When his death was announced at a gathering and by the grief plastered over her face, they both could tell. It was proven after her only kit was born, for he looked just like his father.
Sadly the kit hadn't lasted long and died a moon later, devastated Hazelwing had closed herself off from the world. She became cold, snappish, and mean. She wasn't herself.
But as a moon passed by she became the old Hazelwing again, she was cheerful, happy, and annoying. But she was back and that was all that mattered to Frostbite. And when she became deputy and then leader he couldn't be happier.
Now for Frostbite’s little crush that happened not long ago was really short and ended sadly. His crush was Whitemist and beautiful small white she-cat with soft gray eyes. When Frostbite laid his eyes on her he felt a connection, but that connection didn’t last long.
He and Whitemist had hanged out a lot with each other going on patrol and sharing tongues with each other, but that only lasted for a moon as Whitemist caught Greencough and died during the night.
That is pretty much Frostbite’s history threatened to loose one of his close friends to get her back, and loosing his love one from a deadly decease.
