Name: Frostclaw (Frost for short)
Gender: male
Clan: Windclan
Rank: warrior
Looks: Frost has grey-silver-white colours throughout his pelt, and dark grey tiger stripes running all the way down his back. They fade lighter has the go down. His eyes are amber and wild, and Frost's ears are tipped with the dark grey. His tail is a little bushier than most cats, and he has a pure white underbelly and a dark grey tail-tip. He is slight and scruffy, and has several scars around his body where he has gotten into scraps.
Personality: Frost is a mischievous character. he loves to mess around and have fun, and his favourite activities are chasing birds and leaves. A friendly guy, he likes to meet new cats. Despite his appearance, Frost is a kind, intelligent, strong tomcat, and likes to have fun - even during missions. Fairly optimistic, Frost doesn't let little things put him down, and likes to spar against other young cats. He is a young warrior (18 and a half moons), and is often teased because he is a little smaller than other toms his age. Frost has a huge fear of water in large bodies (eg. a river/lake), but loves the rain.
Birth: Frostclaw was born a kittypet, but was rescued by windclan during a raid on the Adoption Home. He was too young to remember this and thinks he is a windclan cat through and through. It is a rule that no-one is allowed to tell him he is a kittypet.
History: N/A
RP Sample: Frost just couldn't sit still. He was waiting downwind of a rat's nest, waiting for the rodents to scamper out - right into his waiting claws. Finally,the rat's furry body could be seen, and Frostclaw pounced.
Gripping his quarry tightly in his jaws, he hopped lightly through the soaking, short grass, the rain running off his smooth coat. He paused and shook his head, sending raindrops everywhere. He pranced and danced, nearly crashing into an annoyed-looking warrior-cat on his way to the fresh-kill pile. He dropped the rat, and darted back to his sleeping-place.
His sleeping place was a little bed of grass and ferns, tucked a little ways inside an almost vertical, 2 meter wall of rocks. He yawned and wriggled as he got comfortable, before settling down into a deep, contented sleep.
Sat Dec 13, 2008 5:32 pm
