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Introductions
[/size]Character’s Name ∙ Frostflower
Age ∙ 20 moons. (1 and 3/4 years.)
Gender ∙ She-Cat
Residing ∙ Frostflower currently has a small den in between three separate places – The Thunder Path, Riverclan, and Thunderclan territories. Just outside the point where the three areas merge is where her nest is. Seeing as the river isn’t far away, and there are still ample amounts of trees and underbrush, there is a fair amount of prey available during most seasons. It is semi-difficult to make it by in the leaf-bare, it works well enough.
Character Type Loner / Rogue
Mindset
[/size]Overall Personality ∙ Frostflower is usually calm and collected, being very much in control of her emotions. What shows is oftentimes what she chooses to display, although there are several occasions to where her said control slips. The she-cat is fairly easy to please, though. Frostflower enjoys helping others, and it only takes a small amount of kindness for her to almost purr. Despite her unspoken status as a lone inhabitant, wobbly or energetic young kits are ones she always wishes to spend time around. It brings out her own kit-hood playfulness when she’s around them, although she is a little more reserved around those her own age and older than her.
She is respectful to others at most times, as she prefers not to cause conflict or strife. It is rare when she is bluntly rude to others, to say the least. Even in anger, her tone usually retains a cool calm, with only the slightest hint of underlying hiss or challenge. However, there is only so much any cat can take. If pushed to a certain point, she will not hesitate to lash out with her claws – Vocally and physically. The same applies to if something or someone is attempting to harm someone she knows, although with almost startling ferocity.
While she doesn’t fear many things, however, foxes and badgers are enough to intimidate Frostflower due to her small size. The same could be said for large groups of unfamiliar cats, although what with her nest positioning, she comes across several types of them regularly. Having met anything from clan-members to adventurous kittypets and other rogues, Frostflower is well versed in different manners of cats and how some of them act. Thusly one of the reasons she is able to maintain a regular calm the majority of the time, if only on the surface. Tell-tale signs of her being nervous include consistent twitching of her ears or the end of her tail, or over zealously grooming her pelt.
Yet, despite Frostflower being openly affectionate to kits, her affections beyond simplicities towards adult cats are fairly guarded. Shy when it comes to her personal life, she believes that not many would make a point to be around a rogue they simply happened across – Be it a kittypet, or even clan-member. In the back of her mind she hopes this can be proven wrong, subconsciously leading on the attempts to keep on neutral or friendly grounds with those around her. Frostflower sometimes entertains the idea of joining a Clan, but most of the time dismisses it as wistful thinking.
She does occasionally get adventurous or curious (far more often than plain adventurous) as well, and leaves her territory for a few days at a time every so often. When she more or less ends up nearly on Clan territory from the path, Frostflower makes a point to roll in wild garlic – Even if the very scent wrinkles her nose - both to disguise her scent and to avoid unnecessary confrontation that could turn into a battle if taken the wrong way.
Additional Tidbits ∙ Frostflower also doesn’t overly mind getting wet, although she’d prefer it to be green-leaf if she must dip more than her paws in. As she only has the barest of basic grasps on how to swim, though, she prefers not to risk going out above deeper water. However, she’d much rather be climbing if she’s not fishing for her meal.
Reflection
[/size]Height ∙ 6 Inches
Overall Appearance ∙ Frostflower is something of a delicate looking female, her petite frame almost appearing thin. The lushness of her soft white pelt tells otherwise, the short fur having a noticeable shine throughout every season unless ill. Leaf-bare is the only time it really grows, giving her usually sleek appearance a slightly fluffy change, almost like a kit. From new-leaf to leaf-fall, especially in green-leaf, taut muscles can be seen visibly rippling through her fur when moving. The results of her rouge life are clearly stated in her muscular frame, regularly doing things that would apparently be spread out in Clans.
The she-cat’s paws are certainly on the small side, although it has no effect on the force of her strike when necessary. Her pads appear equally delicate, although the pale pink skin is far from tender. Frostflower’s lean legs would seem a tad short on other cats, although they appear just right on her size-impaired body. Her tail is a little longer than average, and is often curled around her legs when sitting or lying down.
The she-cat’s facial features remain delicate, much like the rest of her body. Her small nose is a pale pink; whilst her eyes are a clear but highly expressive icy blue that seem to speak more of her mind than her mouth does. Frostflower’s head and ears are average in shape compared to most females, long white whiskers usually visible when in a well lit area.
Backstory
[/size]Family History ∙ Swiftflight’s elder kin once belonged to a Clan near the Thunderpath, although Swiftflight himself can only guess which one. A good majority of the Clan knowledge was passed down through the next four generations, the first having mated with a rogue, leading to him teaching his eventual mate Mist about what he knew. Some portions were obviously missing, but other knowledge was added in the mix of what they’d learned on their own.
Swiftflight first met Mist when passing a Twoleg place, the adventurous Kittypet having challenged him for entering her territory. Although he had initially shrugged off her challenge, their squabble ended up in a draw. He was admittedly a bit intrigued by her, and kept returning out of principle. Within two moons they had learned quite a bit about each other, and no longer fought claw and fang upon first sight.
Another moon then went by, before Mist decided to leave her Twoleg nest and accept Swiftflight’s originally jesting offer of letting her occupy his den. As they were both accomplished hunters from living outdoors, and extra belly made no matter. By leaf-bare the following year, two young she-kits had arrived for them.
Family ∙
Sire - Swiftflight – Rogue.
Dam – Mist – Outdoor “Kittypet” turned Rogue.
Sister – Snowfoot – Taken in as a Kittypet at one year’s age after sustaining severe fox injuries.
Birthplace ∙ From what Frostflower remembers, her kit-hood was spent near a Treecut Place for Twolegs; Their den nestled between a large group of towering trees and thick underbrush, with ample prey available. Between the natural protection from weather and some moss, their nest was quite warm.
Background ∙ With the den protecting Mist and Swiftflight from most of leaf-bare’s elements even at moon-high; it wasn’t long before she had entered the world and was nestled against her mother’s warm side, nursing with her sister. Scarcity of prey when the soft gray she-cat was expecting was probably the result of the sibling’s diminutive sizes, although it being her first litter may have been part of it. Even so, within a halfmoon they were up and toddling about. Frostflower’s constant curiosity had her exploring their den when she could barely walk; often ending up with a scuffed nose by the time either her dam or sire got her back where she was supposed to be. Even as she began to grow older, the young she-kit was always asking questions about everything. “What is this? What does it do? Why does it do that? How do I do what you did? Can I hear it again? Please~?”
While Frostflower’s kin made no attempt to coddle their young, they were certain to instill lasting wonder. Rogues or no, what they knew was passed onto her and Snowfoot. Legends were the white kit’s favorites, even if bits and pieces – sometimes more than that – were missing. Tales or myths of the past never failed to capture her undivided interest, always leaving her begging for more when they reached a missing section of the tale, pieces of forgotten lore. When not reciting legends; Mist was oftentimes teaching her two young about basic herbs or stances and the like, nudging their pawsteps along. Both she and Swiftflight worked with them in hunting and battle techniques, although starting out slow with the kits as they were still young. It steadily progressed with time, though.
Because of her constant questioning as a kit, it didn’t take her many moons for her and Snowfoot to learn a fair bit, considering their supposedly tender age. Although her endless river of questions did begin to turn into a trickling stream with the moons, she still kept her mild curiosities to herself; however, that didn’t stop her from doing some experimenting. Between play-hunting and play-fighting with her sister, much of her kit-moons were spent near their den rather than wandering around. Frostflower’s world remained quite small for her, even at her turning of five moons. Eventually, however, curiosity got the better of her.
As such … Her first misadventure included wandering into the forest itself rather than the surrounding but somewhat sparse outcrop of them, unknowingly tumbling into the ThunderClan territory. After accidentally splashing through a puddle and sliding downhill through loose dirt and leaves, the five-moon kit was hardly recognizable as the soft white piece of fluff she was beforehand. Fur matted with mud and crushed leaves; it was no wonder her scent was barely recognizable as a cat, looking something like a drowned rat in comparison. After a short while Frostflower began wandering around in attempt to find her way back to their den, although a bit dazed from the ordeal. While she knew that the den was up and a ways beyond the hill she had fallen down, the question was from what direction. By her mistake, she ended up wandering further into the strange territory, getting herself even more lost – Making it clear that, as a kit, she was one to get lost while looking for her sense of direction.
By the time dusk fell, Frostflower was mewling with hunger and increasing fear; knowing the tales of what could happen by heart. Sheer happenstance held good fortune for the young kit, surprisingly enough; ThunderClan scouts being attracted to the sound they knew was a kit, a mixture of things causing them to seek the sound out. Wariness, curiosity, mild concern, and the warrior code.
When she became aware of a surrounding group of cats, it was then she realized whose territory she had invaded. She was little more than a quivering ball of dirty fur compared to the four adult scouts that had circled around her, tail curled around her and ears flattened against her head. It wasn’t long before they asked which Clan she belonged to, only to receive a mixture of responses when she said rogue.
One of the scouts eventually overruled the other three when deciding what to do with her, simply picking the kit up by the nape of her throat and carrying her back to the apparent direction of their camp. A heavy mist had begun to fall on the trek back, before turning into a steady rainfall. Frostflower resembled a dirty ginger more than the true white of her soft pelt by the time they’d arrived, due to the earlier mist having dampened the mess on her pelt to where it all but stuck. Words were exchanged between the scouts that had found her and one that seemed to have authority, before the lead cat nodded his head towards what appeared to be a den. A queen was eventually found that would take her on for a night or two while coming to a decision.
Moonhigh came and went, with Frostflower still staring at the steady downpour from the warmth of the queen’s side. Two temporary littermates were both nestled on her other side, sound asleep. But unrest gnawed at the now cleaned kit’s mind more than her exhaustion did. The den was warm, but damp air still found its way to and seemingly through the slender she-kit. That she didn’t know what would happen scared her. The clan seemed to mean well, but she’d seen one of the scouts reactions when she said she was the get of a rogue. And how could she even tell them where her den was? She didn’t even know where in the forest she was. And the rain washed her trail away …
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