Frostpaw ♫

[.Nightmare.]

Name: Frostpaw

Age: Six Moons

Rank: Apprentice

Alliance: WindClan

Appearance: This WindClan apprentice holds a brilliant blue shading on her thick fur, the diluted colour of black. Her eyes are a shimmering slate gray shade. They hold a gentle warm, welcoming tint of blue. As her fur floods nearer to her paws, the lighter her blue fur becomes until they are a gentle, pale blue. Frostpaws right ear is a light, pale, almost white shade of blue. Frostpaws blue pelt is long-furred and silky smooth, almost as though it has never spent a day out of place. Her nose is a slight pink with dark black specks.

Her fur dangles on her body, long and glossy. She holds the thick fur of the Maine Coon, the thick tufts on her ears, in between her claws, and the excess fur on her belly and rear. She has a small, half size tail coming from a mix between a Maine Coon and a Japanese Bobtail.

Personality: This ball of energy does not uphold the WindClan reputation. Known for there love of grass land and dislike of wet grounds, Frostpaw deeply enjoys the feel of the wet soil under her paw pads, though she does not mind the dry feeling of the ground. The blood in her veins holds true. She holds the true attitude of a Maine Coon. Though she is a small cat, always one moon behind the average cat size, this Maine Coon upholds the title of gentle giant in one way. She is exceedingly gentle. She prefers peace, holding a love to care for cats around her. Frostpaw is defensive, hating every time she is called soft. When a match strikes her anger and sets it aflame, she is far from soft. She shows no mercy.

This blue tabby is a family oriented, ambitious, brave cat. She loves kits and her family, finding it is enjoyable to see the curiousity in a kits eyes, the love a mother feels towards her kits, a fathers wish to see his kits strive sends chills through her spine. She wishes to reach high ranks in her life, be a respected cat. Someone whos name will not be nightmares, but dreams.

History: Frostkit was born with siblings. Two to be direct. A brother and a still-birth sister. Their names were Mosskit and Treekit. Treekit living no more than a second in the cold world she had entered that warm, late green-leaf night. A candle of light had awoken inside Frostkit at birth. She had been so cold, so pained to be away from where she once was, but slowly she learned that she could hear, and than see. Slowly, she could walk and talk. Time progressed and she was eating meat. Three moons into life, a figure left. Her father left on patrol to keep the land safe, and never came back. No one ever did find out what happened to her father that sunset, but all knew he had met death. His blood and fur had been spotted that night, and telling her mother, Sunpath of his death did not help Frostkit and Mosskit one bit. When the crescent moon was high in the sky, Mosskit had slipped out of camp. Frostkit had begged and pleaded him not to go, but he promised he would return with his father. He never came home alive. That morning when a patrol had been sent out, they found the drowned carcass of a blue and white tabby with green eyes. Mosskit. Shattering Frostkit, she hid in the nursery from dawn till dusk for a moon, though her mother urged her to play she did not. It was as though Frostkit had died and was nothing but an empty shell.

When her fourth moon hit, she realized she was not to wallow in her despair is she was to become the warrior she wished to be, and she set out into the camp. She was Frostkit again. Her shell filled with warmth, her closed lives path opening to reveal the future that was to meet her.

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Oh my dear! Her history is so sad. </3 I started getting misty-eyed. But it is beautifully written, and I love her determination to be in cats' dreams, not nightmares.