Frostpelt

[Willow]

GENERAL

Name: Frostpelt
Name Explanation: Frost: pertaining to her fur which is grey tinged with white, like frost clinging to her pelt; Pelt: obvious
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 45 moons
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior

APPEARANCE

Body Type: Large and muscular
Fur: Grey
Eyes: Green
Markings: Darker grey tabby markings and tinges of white all throughout
Overall: Frostpelt appears quite different from other RiverClan cats with her long fur and large build. Her fur is primarily a pale grey color with darker tabby markings. White clings to the ends of the hairs and flows throughout the grey, like frost. PICTURE!

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits:
-- Ambitious: Frostpelt would love nothing more than to ascend to a position of power within RiverClan.
-- Desperate to prove herself: Frostpelt tries her hardest to be the best warrior she possible can be, always trying to prove her worth.
-- Logical: She thinks of things logically, not emotionally, and adds common sense to all arguments.
-- Opinionated: She has strong opinions on just about everything and will assert these opinions openly which can be helpful to her leader and deputy.
-- Strong and Stoic: She will let almost nothing affect her and keeps her emotions well hidden, if they exist at all.
Flaws:
-- Cold: Due to her hidden emotions and stoic nature, Frostpelt is a very cold cat, lacking in warmth and caring.
-- Vengeful: She never forgets those who wronged her in the past and will make sure the favor is returned.
-- Arrogant: She’s conceited and narcissistic and always thinks she’s the best for the job.
-- Too Assertive: Frostpelt thinks the world of herself and seems to forget she is not leader at times. She says whatever is on her mind which can get her into trouble at times.
Fears:
-- Dying a worthless death
-- Being Wrong
Quirks:
-- Rolling in the snow
-- Obsessed with squirrels and will eat nothing else if a squirrel is available
Ideals:
-- Strength of mind
-- Honor
-- Pragmatism
Overall: Frostpelt is a very stoic and cold cat. She rarely expresses emotion of any sort and many wonder if she feels anything. She is very opinionated and assertive about her opinions, too assertive at times. The she-cat is also very ambitious and determined, always looking for a chance to prove herself and her worth to RiverClan. These traits combine to create a very arrogant cat who thinks the world of herself and cares little for anyone else, even her kits.

HISTORY

Family: Stoneclaw – father; Snowbird – mother; Darkstorm – mate; Rockpaw, Shadepaw, Mosspaw – kits
History:
Kithood:
Frostkit was born in leaf-bare to the queen, Snowbird. It was an exceptionally cold leaf-bare and Snowbird grew ill. She could barely care for herself, much less her three kits. Two died very young, only little Frostkit survived to reach her sixth moon.

Apprenticeship:
Frostpaw was apprenticed to a senior warrior she-cat named Dovewing. Dovewing was a mild, quite she-cat who was kind and caring. She and her apprentice were polar opposites. They never got along well and argued endlessly. It is unlikely that Frostpaw learned well during her time training with Dovewing because the two she-cats were constantly fighting. Both fought at the Second Battle of the Sunningrocks. Dovewing suffered a serious injury and retired to the elder’s den. Frostpaw was given another, younger warrior as her mentor for her last moons of training. His name was Greyriver and he was much more fitting to her personality. Greyriver taught her well, and soon she was given her warrior name of Frostpelt.

Warriorhood
Once made a warrior, Frostpelt grew in renown and influence and tried ceaselessly to achieve her ambitions. However, it seemed that every step of the way she was thwarted. At the Battle of the Gorge, she was the cat who initiated the attack on ThunderClan, thinking they had come to attack. This earned her a strong reprimand from Rookstar and a drop in her regard as a warrior.

She did not fight again until the Battle of the Moor, where she sustained a bad leg injury and was forced to return to RiverClan territory and find treatment. That was her last battle, because she got pregnant. Her affair with Darkstorm was short and fairly meaningless. But, unfortunately for her, it resulted in kits. Three of them. Irritated and hating herself, Frostpelt was forced to retire to the nursery to care for the three kits. Darkstorm visited often and cared for the kits while Frostpelt attempted to return to her warrior duties. She hardly cared for her kits and still tried to prove herself as an able warrior.

Eventually, the three nuisances were apprenticed and their mother was able to return to full warrior duties, much to her delight.