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Summerfrost
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Age: 20
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Riverclan
Short Description: A long haired, cream she-cat, with white spots, and green eyes

Appearance:

Summerfrost has a quaint little body. She is a rather tall cat with long skinny legs that cause her to prance around somewhat clumsily. Despite this flaw, she is a very good fisher. She is quite fast, which helps in fights, but due to her lanky legs, she doesn't pack much of a punch behind her swipes. Also she has fluffy, cream and white colored fur with a white underbelly that wraps all the way up to her chest. Her hair is rather long and is straight. She has a soft face, that comes with her lack of battle experience and her young age. She is generally considered to be attractive throughout the clan. She has deep green eyes, and a coinciding pink nose. She has a long fluffy tail that can be commonly seen swirling around carelessly. She has average sized paws with bright pink pads that match the color of her nose. Her ears are perky and and have the same color as the rest of her fur, minus the inside of it, which is white. Her face is broad, and makes room for her large eyes. Perched ontop of her head, she has relatively small, but wide ears. In addition to a short stout muzzle she has white, wispy whiskers.

Personality:
If described by her clanmates, they would say things such as free spirited, bubbly, sometimes
silly, but most importantly, committed to helping other cats. She likes conversing with her fellow
clanmates. She serves her clan in any way she can, be it fishing, collecting herbs, or anything else she can do to help. On a more personal note, she longs
for a partner, but doesn't quite have the confidence to pursue any mate interests. She often stifled
by these insecurities and reluctances when it comes to pursuing her true desires. She doesn't understand why the clans always seem to be at each others throats all the time. Then again, she doesn't really relate with a lot of the clan traditions. She sometimes feels alienated from the clan, due to the fact that she doesn't exactly share the same level of patriotism as her clanmates. She feels as though all of the clans could come together and survive much better, as compared to fight petty boundary disputes. Though she knows that if anyone knew she felt this way they would think she's some sort of traitor, or no better than a loner. She loves her clanmates and is as loyal as she can be to her clan, but she just doesn't feel right about having battles with cats she knows nothing about and did her no personal wrong.

History:

Summerkit was born in the middle of a harsh leaf-bare. Other cats weren't sure if she would make it considering her small size and the cold. Her mother used all of her might to keep her alive. In the process however, her mother died along with many other cats. Though a tiny kit did survive. That kit would grow up to be Summerfrost. She grew up under the care of the other queens. She played and squeeked around like any other kit, oblivious to the fact that she had no mother or father. She never really wondered about it, until she became six moons old. There she would have her apprenticing ceremony. As the leader of Riverclan placed his muzzle on her shoulder she was reminded of a distant memory of her mother keeping her warm through the cold night. She looked around and saw the other apprentices' parents gleaming at their kits with pride. There was no sight of her parents. There wouldn't be any sight of her parents ever again. She asked the medicine-cat about what happened to her parents. The medicine-cat answered with a sigh, knowing that this day would come. He told her of her mother's resilience to save her one and only kit. Also he told her of her father's death at the hands of a Thunderclan warrior in a huge battle that was over a simple border dispute. She was immediently disgusted over her father's death for such a menial problem. She fell into a depression, not caring about her newly appointed apprentice duties, or anything for that matter. This went on for a few moons before she woke up one day. She knew that this isn't what her mother and father died for. They didn't die for her to mope around all day. (Starclan knows Riverclan has plenty of cats for that) She vowed to try to make the clans a better place. She didn't want any other cats to die from border disputes or any unneccessary battles. She also wanted to try to make the clan a happier place, not so dull and solemn all the time. This is where she started becoming her, well Summerfrosty self. Helping gather and fish vigilantly as she could. She still had an aversion to fighting and the sorts but she learned all of the neccessary techniques required of her to become a warrior. So on a crisp leaf-bare day she gained the title of warrior and the new name Summerfrost which she intended to carry with pride as she worked towards making the forest a better place.