Post by willow on May 24, 2010 20:39:45 GMT -5
COLDFROST
NAME:
ColdkitColdpawColdfrost
A fitting name for one born in the time of Leafbare. His mother gave birth to him and his siblings in the time of a snowstorm, which is where he received the prefix Cold. The suffix of frost was most likely given for both is frosty exterior and his white appendages.
AGE:
Thirteen Moons
GENDER:
Tom
CLAN:
RiverClan
RANK:
Warrior
PERSONALITY:
Coldfrost has always been strangely distant from other cats, and tends to like being alone rather than socialize, unlike other young cats. Though underneath, he is still a young cat, he just doesn't do well with others. He is content with family, and any cat that is able to get close enough. For those few cats, he will want to protect with his life and try to keep close. It is not only his icy exterior that keeps others away, but his want to be alone turns off the approaches of others. He has no issues with either gender, it is equal views. Coldfrost will wait patiently to find out what another cat is like, personality and action wise, before making any final judgments. Though he has a particular dislike of anything obnoxious, loudmouthed, or talks too much for its own good.
It is clear by the look he normally carries on his face and by name alone how else he acts. His eyes are meant to send shivers down other's spines, but if they gain that effect is up to that cat. Coldfrost's voice would be monotonous if it weren't for the hints of sarcasm and the rare warmth (which he only grants to certain cats). He enjoys the use of sarcasm, especially when it confuses others. Those who have been around him may already be used to it and should generally have a feeling of whether or not he is truly being sarcastic or truthfully. It has become nearly second-nature to him.
He is intelligent, not immensely, but has the capability of holding intelligent conversations. His area of intelligence tends to focus mainly on strategy; the cat is also naturally cunning. It may seem doubtful to others, but Coldfrost is loyal to his Clan, his clan mates, and his family. He isn't the type to rush into any sort of situation blindly, showing few signs of impulsive behavior. If anything he will take a moment to think, if he even has that time. Like any RiverClanner, Coldfrost is a strong swimmer and enjoys his time in the water.
Coldfrost actually has a few fears, but he keeps them to himself. He finds them rather embarrassing, though anyone might. He has a fear that those close to him will leave him because of who he is, well more specifically how he acts. A fear of rejection for love, not family love, love love. The romantic type, the family-building type, that sort of thing. He feels it will turn him into something that he's not, From these fears, Coldfrost gets jealous easily, or will get jealous in any future relationship. He tends to get clingy to those he's close to, but its rare that he does it so openly.
DESCRIPTION:
Coldfrost is built with a rather robust body, having a deep, brow chest. His head itself is round and broad, with high pointed ears. He is equipped with strong jowls and sharp teeth, good for tearing through fish skin and any other sort of flesh. His whiskers are equally long and white, curling at the tips. All four legs are built for strength and speed, strength to be able to swim through the water and speed to be able to move quickly through its currents. His tail is long, well, proportionate enough to his hefty frame. Various scars criss cross and slice through his short fur, some visible and others not so much. Noticeable ones would be the ones clearly on his face and ears, he has several notches on the pointed extensions as well as cuts across his cheeks and muzzle. All down his shoulders are a few others he's learned, Coldfrost will most likely gain more from more moons of experience.
His coloring is rather strange when you want to compare it to his name. One could clearly describe it as, 'frost clinging to an orange'. The tom is made up of clearly two colors, orange and white, and anything in between. Seventy-five percent of his head is orange, save for the final twenty-five. His forehead, the back of his head, ears, around his right eye, and most of his muzzle is orange. The orange is striped with a much darker color, shaping the classical 'M' on his forehead. Around his left eye, much of his cheeks, chin, and closer to his neck area is white. The white rings around to the back, only to be cut short by the orange that envelopes most of his dorsal side. The white stretches down his stomach area. The orange on his back is seen along each side of his stomach. Little orange spots his front legs, leaving them nearly all white. Much more orange is seen on his back legs, leaving the insides and the lower half of them. His tail is thick with stripes, leading to a fading white tip.
His eyes, shaped like almonds, are large and a deep orange. There are flecks of gold and a richer orange that intermixes, blending in rather well. The outer rims of the irises are much darker than the central color. These eyes are often seen a bit narrowed, with a cold edge to them.
CLAN PAGE DESCRIPTION:
An orange and white tabby tom with deep orange eyes.
HISTORY:
This tom is born pure, at least, to his knowledge. Both parents were from his home Clan, and were strong warriors. Blackface, his mother, a soft-spoken, but protective she-cat, a tortoiseshell with an entirely black head, fell in love with Torntail, his father. Torntail was a hefty tabby, which is most likely where Coldfrost got his size from. The litter came at an unfortunate time, Leafbare. A snowstorm hit, leaving the queens stuck in the nursery. Despite the odds, Blackface gave birth to a fairly healthy litter, the only problem to face was possible death from starvation and extreme cold. He was not born a single kit, he was joined by his brother, Thornkit, and his sister, Frostkit. His brother and sister were the only cats he seemed to be close to and actually play with. He was developing a cold demeanor causing the other kits to be distant of him as he was of them. Coldpaw was beginning to grow phobias. One of rejection, fear of those close to him will leave him, and fear of water. The three kits became six moons, and earned their mentors.
Coldpaw received a close relative, Ravenfeather, who taught him all she possibly could. The two became quite close, he could tolerate her enough, and being family made it that much easier. The time he spent with his siblings decreased, but they were still just as close. Coldpaw watched them grow as they watch him. As moons passed, the time that training would be over soon came. His father died in battle shortly days before his warrior ceremony. After he recieved his name, his mother grew weak and ill, only to pass from the illness. A moon had passed, and it seems to him like it was only yesterday that he was playing in the nursery. It only seems like yesterday to him that he received his warrior name, Coldfrost.
