Post by Lemonade on Jun 26, 2014 23:41:45 GMT -5
Name: Frostnose
Age: 35 Moons
Gender: Male
Appearance: A tall, long-legged and lanky tom of average build but above average height, Frostnose seems to sway when he walks, as if perpetually charmed by a mysterious glimmer in the air. His pelt is nearly all white, short but thick like snow, with a long, plumed tail. There's a dash of pale silver on his muzzle, beginning thickly on his whisker pad and diverting deviously up over his nose, tapering to a halt between his eyes, and another gray spot on his back left foot, near the pink of his pawpads. His eyes are round and very crisply blue, although the left appears to have the smallest shard of green near the bottom. He towers over many cats but is somehow unobtrusive in his carriage, with a boldly forward but casually lax posture and a naturally welcoming sway.
Personality:
Frostnose has never been one to stray from the path of righteousness. He grew up with a firm belief in StarClan having a hand in touching the world and making it the way it should be. Fate plays a huge part in how he interacts with other cats. To his clanmates, he is heedlessly forgiving and loyal. Like sunshine in winter, Frostnose offers his opinion without misgivings, and has a kittenish way of brightly interacting with others. He is rarely distressed by things that others say. It's almost as though the anger of other cats fuels his love for them, as with a wave of his tail and an unruly grin, Frostnose brushes off the fear and anger and offers a calm, neutral voice in an argument. Rather than be on either side in an argument for the sake of winning, Frostnose is the type of cat to try to arrive at a neutral decision that both parties can agree on, and would rather talk things out than come to blows. He can, admittedly, be an almost obnoxious cat to speak with at times. Since Frostnose is never on anyone's side but StarClan's, it's best to come to him asking for comfort rather than advice, as it will almost always be "do what you feel is best and no one can judge you but StarClan for the consequences."
Overconfident with his ability to end an argument, it can be uncomfortable when he misreads an argument and gives advice that just isn't helpful. When things get rough, Frostnose sometimes takes charge where it's not his place and starts to boss other cats around. He is also very possessive of what he considers to be his- whether it be another cat, his nesting place, or even a morning patrol. Frostnose is agreeable in all circumstances other than when he feels his territory and position are being threatened. He can become cold to other cats when they speak to his crush, follow him on hunts, or just try to slip too close to him without permission.
but, for the cat that can move past his holier-than-thou attitude, Frostnose becomes a warm and playful companion. He's good with kits because of his patience and humor, and is extremely easy to get along with in general, with a timeless faith in the power of warrior ancestors and a little bit of hard work. He's very willing to let others take the lead if need be, but offers his advice at every turn the moment he is prompted to give it.
+ Loyal, Compassionate, Humorous, Patient, Easy-going
- Cocky, Clingy, Bossy, Possessive
: Youthful, Noncompetitive, Conservative, Guileless
~ Average hunter and fighter, Excellent climber, of course. Would probably die if he fell in a river.
History:
Frostnose was born in the night in the dead of a vicious winter in LeafClan, to an anxious young mother with no experience. The snow touched upon their noses and tail tips even as their mother guarded them viciously from the ice that threatened to claim them through the nursery walls. Frostkit, along with his siblings, grew woefully ill as the winter pressed on, and all but two of his litter froze to death, unable to cope with breathing in the acridly cold air. It was sheer luck that Frostkit and his sister survived. Perhaps they were the strongest of the litter, or, perhaps StarClan had decided that there was more in the world for them. His mother instilled in her remaining two kits an indelible hope for the future despite their struggle. Frostkit and his sister grew up with weak lungs and struggled to keep up with kits both younger and older than them, but their surefooted mother made sure their confidence never faltered. The winter that nearly wiped out their litter was not an evil thing, she reminded them. In fact, she believed that she was only ever meant to bear two kits to begin with, and that StarClan had sent the snowstorm to claim the others for itself, while the two that remained would grow up with all the support of their ancestors and siblings behind them. She told her kits that they would one day be as strong as eight- the number of their litter.
It was a far-fetched belief- a poultice to rub into their sore chests and over their paws to heal any bitterness they might have- and it helped. Frostnose grew up with a vibrant and pure soul, treating every blade of grass and clot of dirt like it held the great span of StarClan in its core. As he grew, his lungs strengthened, leaving him with a barely discernible wheeze that only came out in moments of great anxiety or excitement, and did little to hinder his hunting and fighting. He grew to love the cold of winter, considering it a force which
Age: 35 Moons
Gender: Male
Appearance: A tall, long-legged and lanky tom of average build but above average height, Frostnose seems to sway when he walks, as if perpetually charmed by a mysterious glimmer in the air. His pelt is nearly all white, short but thick like snow, with a long, plumed tail. There's a dash of pale silver on his muzzle, beginning thickly on his whisker pad and diverting deviously up over his nose, tapering to a halt between his eyes, and another gray spot on his back left foot, near the pink of his pawpads. His eyes are round and very crisply blue, although the left appears to have the smallest shard of green near the bottom. He towers over many cats but is somehow unobtrusive in his carriage, with a boldly forward but casually lax posture and a naturally welcoming sway.
Personality:
Frostnose has never been one to stray from the path of righteousness. He grew up with a firm belief in StarClan having a hand in touching the world and making it the way it should be. Fate plays a huge part in how he interacts with other cats. To his clanmates, he is heedlessly forgiving and loyal. Like sunshine in winter, Frostnose offers his opinion without misgivings, and has a kittenish way of brightly interacting with others. He is rarely distressed by things that others say. It's almost as though the anger of other cats fuels his love for them, as with a wave of his tail and an unruly grin, Frostnose brushes off the fear and anger and offers a calm, neutral voice in an argument. Rather than be on either side in an argument for the sake of winning, Frostnose is the type of cat to try to arrive at a neutral decision that both parties can agree on, and would rather talk things out than come to blows. He can, admittedly, be an almost obnoxious cat to speak with at times. Since Frostnose is never on anyone's side but StarClan's, it's best to come to him asking for comfort rather than advice, as it will almost always be "do what you feel is best and no one can judge you but StarClan for the consequences."
Overconfident with his ability to end an argument, it can be uncomfortable when he misreads an argument and gives advice that just isn't helpful. When things get rough, Frostnose sometimes takes charge where it's not his place and starts to boss other cats around. He is also very possessive of what he considers to be his- whether it be another cat, his nesting place, or even a morning patrol. Frostnose is agreeable in all circumstances other than when he feels his territory and position are being threatened. He can become cold to other cats when they speak to his crush, follow him on hunts, or just try to slip too close to him without permission.
but, for the cat that can move past his holier-than-thou attitude, Frostnose becomes a warm and playful companion. He's good with kits because of his patience and humor, and is extremely easy to get along with in general, with a timeless faith in the power of warrior ancestors and a little bit of hard work. He's very willing to let others take the lead if need be, but offers his advice at every turn the moment he is prompted to give it.
+ Loyal, Compassionate, Humorous, Patient, Easy-going
- Cocky, Clingy, Bossy, Possessive
: Youthful, Noncompetitive, Conservative, Guileless
~ Average hunter and fighter, Excellent climber, of course. Would probably die if he fell in a river.
History:
Frostnose was born in the night in the dead of a vicious winter in LeafClan, to an anxious young mother with no experience. The snow touched upon their noses and tail tips even as their mother guarded them viciously from the ice that threatened to claim them through the nursery walls. Frostkit, along with his siblings, grew woefully ill as the winter pressed on, and all but two of his litter froze to death, unable to cope with breathing in the acridly cold air. It was sheer luck that Frostkit and his sister survived. Perhaps they were the strongest of the litter, or, perhaps StarClan had decided that there was more in the world for them. His mother instilled in her remaining two kits an indelible hope for the future despite their struggle. Frostkit and his sister grew up with weak lungs and struggled to keep up with kits both younger and older than them, but their surefooted mother made sure their confidence never faltered. The winter that nearly wiped out their litter was not an evil thing, she reminded them. In fact, she believed that she was only ever meant to bear two kits to begin with, and that StarClan had sent the snowstorm to claim the others for itself, while the two that remained would grow up with all the support of their ancestors and siblings behind them. She told her kits that they would one day be as strong as eight- the number of their litter.
It was a far-fetched belief- a poultice to rub into their sore chests and over their paws to heal any bitterness they might have- and it helped. Frostnose grew up with a vibrant and pure soul, treating every blade of grass and clot of dirt like it held the great span of StarClan in its core. As he grew, his lungs strengthened, leaving him with a barely discernible wheeze that only came out in moments of great anxiety or excitement, and did little to hinder his hunting and fighting. He grew to love the cold of winter, considering it a force which
