Post by ¡ <-- Ojay --> ! on May 6, 2008 4:38:49 GMT 9
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Name: Riverfrost
Clan: SnowClan
Gender:Tomcat
Status:Warrior
Appearance:
[/center][/size][/center]Name: Riverfrost
Clan: SnowClan
Gender:Tomcat
Status:Warrior
Appearance:
The first thing you notice about this striking tom is the colouring of his pelt. Long, stunning white fur covers every inch of Riverfrost, keeping him warm and giving him every advantage in Snowclan territory. The sleek, well-groomed white fur is streaked occasionally with silver, particularly around his face; silver melts into grey, perfectly highlighting the striking blue eyes with which the Snowclan tom stares back at you or, more often than not, his unsuspecting prey. When hunting, Riverfrost displays all the grace which his sister, Owlshriek, seems to lack, his limbs slightly longer and far more controlled than hers ever are. Even when he rests, his paws are neat, concealing the strength within them.Personality:
Riverfrost spends much of his time hunting, an art he’s always been relatively good at. When the dedicated warrior is not disposing of small creatures, he’s more often than not seen sitting on his own, bushy silver-streaked tail curled around his paws as he stares through the cats of his clan with those piercing blue eyes of his. It might seem that he does this to judge the cats, always wanting to be ahead, and that was pretty close to the truth. On the few occasions in which he does talk to others, he constantly watches, his long fur hiding how tense his muscles become. There is only one true word to describe Riverfrost.History:
Paranoid.
Always waiting, always thinking that somebody’s watching him, judging him, getting ready to attack, or just thinking something bad about him. On the outside, he seems fine; a strong, steady warrior, always certain of himself and what to do and really, if he were to put all those strange, irrational fears aside, that’s what he would have been. As it is, the tom is always tense when other cats -aside from Owlshriek- are around, his eyes darting around, yet somehow, he keeps a confident posture about him.
Riverfrost and his siblings didn’t begin life as their clanmates did, with warmth and gentle mews from their mother or sweet milk. The kits felt the cold often with the absence of their mother, and when she returned , her pelt stank of smoke and something which they didn’t recognise, her mews were croaky and strained, and her milk tasted of whatever it was that she smelt of. And still Riverfrost had cried out for her, mewling bitterly for her to return. Though one day, she hadn’t. He, Owlshriek and Nettlesharp had been bundled away, found by a patrol and raised by one of the Snowclan queens.Kin:
He’d never been told about that part of his life, but growing up, he’d heard enough whispers and seen enough disgusted looks to let him know that somehow, they were different from the others.
So, the paranoia began.
Mother - Daisy (dead)Other:
Father - (status unknown)
Sisters- Owlshriek & Nettlesharp (alive)
Finally, Riverfrost has arrived. Took me long enough, too. -nod nod-
w00t!
If anyone needs a mentor, he's your cat. -nod-