Deviation Actions
Description
GENERAL
Name: Frostbite
Past Names: Frostkit | Frostpaw
Gender: Female
Age: 14 Moons
Original Clan: Flashclan
Current Clan: Brineclan
Rank: Warrior
Book Description:
Extremely skinny, thin-furred snow-white she-cat with a scarred over, frostbitten face.
PERSONAL
Brief Personality
Harsh | Selfish | Insecure | Nervous | Recovering
Harsh ... "I don't care! Go AWAY!"
Frostbite is extremely moody towards almost all cats, besides her old Flashclan clanmates. Her harshness comes from her feeling bad for herself, and being mad at the world, and Starclan for abandoning her. Though she would never do something to actually hurt any cat physically, she'll still give them a good tongue lashing, even if they're trying to help her.
Selfish ... "But I caught it!"
Frostbite was made a warrior out of pity, when her Flashclan clanmates thought she was going to die from the wounds to her face. She hadn't been taught yet what it completely meant to think for her clan over herself. She's completely self-absorbed, and, had her elder clanmates not scolded her, would rather not help out other cats.
Insecure ... "M-my face! I'm sure it's absolutely unbearable!"
Most of Frostbite's personality comes from the fact that she's insecure of herself. She was once a beautiful she-cat, but now she can feel and hear cats cringe at her looks. She hates her body, and fears she'll never find love before the end.
Nervous ... "I...I can't go out there! What...what if something happens?"
Frostbite is an extremely nervous cat, especially when she is told to do something that she fears may put herself in danger. She begins to stutter and and cringe. Her nervousness comes with a sense of shyness. She's extremely nervous around her clanmates, and especially around toms. On the rare occasion that she's not being a hotheaded foxheart, she cowards in the corner, and thinks of what will become of her and the clan.
Recovering… "I'll…I'll be a good cat someday."
Frostbite, since her rebirth into the new clans, has recovered some of her old spirit from before the days of the blizzards so long ago. Though she's still selfish and rude, she tries hard to be considerate as she once was. Someday, Frostbite hopes she can become the cat she once was; a lovable little she-cat, without a frostbitten heart.
History
[ KITHOOD ]
Frostbite was born before the end of the clans dawned. Before the cold set in, and half her clanmates died.
Frostkit was born to a grand pair of parents, with her two siblings, Ivorykit, and Cinderkit. Moonfeather was a wonderful mother, and cared for her kits over all else. Grayfoot never took much notice in his kits, or his mate, but on rare occasions, even he flashed a proud gaze at the young kittens.
Ivorykit was the goody-two-shoes of all the kits. Frostkit was the little devil. And Cinderkit was always the middle child. The perfect trio of kittens in Moonfeather's eyes.
As kits, life was normal.
[ APPRENTICESHIP ]
At 6 moons, the kits were named apprentices. Frostpaw, Ivorypaw, and Cinderpaw. Life looked well for a while. Moonfeather was once more expecting, though not with Grayfoot's kits.
Frostpaw became a huge flirt, even in her first moons. She was already popular among the toms by her 8th moon. Though she was smart enough to wait until she was older to do anything, she began to enjoy her power over the boyish cats. Frostpaw was learning well, though she was slightly less behaved than her siblings, many cats praised her skills in hunting and fighting.
Soon, though, a prolonged cold set over the forest. Her father, Grayfoot, soon developed greencough, then whitecough, and surely enough, as the cold worsened, he died. Her family, even her mother, mourned over his death for a while, but it soon passed with ease. Grayfoot had never been much part of any of their lives, and so none of them much missed him.
The cold got worse, and worse, more cats fell ill.
And suddenly, a blizzard swept through the forest, lasting for days upon days. The cats began starving. Frostpaw, her siblings, and her mother all stayed together in the medicine cat's den, surrounded by several other cats, all huddled together for warmth. Despite all the warm bodies, Moonfeather began to fall ill.
Ivorypaw began to worry for her starving and cold mother. It was one dawn that Frostpaw awoke to find her sister missing.
Frostpaw blinked open her eyes as a coldness hit her side where she slept beside her mother and siblings. As she looked beside her to wake her sister, she felt her heart stop. Ivorypaw was gone! The she-cat jumped to her paws, and bounded around the dark medicine clearing, searching for her sister among all the cats. Despite her sour feeling towards her goody-two-shoes sister, she didn't hate her. She was worried, if for no other clanmate, for her own family.
Her veins ran cold, colder than they were, as she realized her sister wasn't in the den. She dashed towards the entrance to the den, already, cold snow began to blast her face as she sniffed around for her sister. She found the she-cat's scent, and dashed outside, bouncing blindly through the harsh, deep snow.
Only pawsteps outside the camp, she stepped on something that mewed in protest. She looked down, to see Ivorypaw, passed out, covered in snow, and her body turning purple in places. Frostpaw quickly grabbed her sister, and hauled her back to camp. Her eyes burned, and her whole face, being covered in less hair than other parts of her body, began to feel like it was on fire.
She pulled her sister into the medicine cat's den, and began howling in pain. She dropped Ivorypaw, who's fur had already gone cold with death halfway back to the den, and began running around blindly.
It felt like fire was burning her face, and in an attempt to get what she thought was snow out of her eyes, she began pawing at her face. The pain didn't leave, and in sheer agony, she began to shred her own face apart. She gouged out her own eyes, the burn of her frostbite numbing the sting of her claws ripping her flesh.
Finally, the apprentice passed out, blood loss overtaking her.
The medicine cat tried all they could to bring Ivorypaw back to life, and to stop Frostpaw's bleeding. Several cats prepared for the worst. Unable to take the agony of her daughters dying, and her sickness worsening, Moonfeather had a heart attack, and passed onto Starclan along with Ivorypaw.
The leader managed to come to the medicine cat's den, hearing the choir of agony-ridden yowls from where he/she'd been, and spotting the supposedly dying Frostpaw, jumped up infront of the other cats.
"I ask my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has learned the warrior code and has given up her life in service of her Clan. Let Starclan receive her as a warrior. Her name will be Frostbite, because of her frostbitten death, and the vicious bite she held on that snake-like tongue of hers. Let Starclan receive her by the name of Frostbite. "
The cats around the den called out the she-cat apprentices new warrior name. They waited patiently for her final breath to take Frostbite to her new Starclan home. But her last breathes never came, and the medicine cat doubtfully began working on her wounds once more.
[ WARRIOR ]
Despite the happenings, Frostbite didn't die, and soon, she had come to. Cinderpaw sat beside her, and told her what had all happened in her absence. Cinderpaw told the she-cat her new name, and of the death that had taken over most of the clan. The blizzard had ended the day before, and the cats had fled to different territories, in fear for their leaderless clan.
Cinderpaw led his sightless sister away from the abandoned camp, and they wandered aimlessly, until they came upon Brineclan territory. The clan's leader, Blazestar, took the duo in. Many cats cringed at Frostbite's appearance, and the she-cat became extremely self-conscious. She began to only care for her brother, and the other Flashclan warriors, who had cared for her before they left for new territories. And for Blazestar and Owlshreik, who didn't seem to disgrace or judge her for her looks.
Frostbite has become very self-absorbed, and nervous, as well as rude and hotheaded towards other cats. She never completely went through her training, and therefore never learned the warrior code fully.
Cinderpaw was dubbed Cinderivory, after their sister. Frostbite, despite her blindness, still hunted and fought for the clan, claiming she didn't need sight to hunt and fight in a blizzard. Frostbite was genuinely surprised when she was called upon to mentor a new apprentice; Sharkpaw. The she-cat was skittish around her apprentice, and never got to know the young tom very well. But she tried her best to mentor him with what little knowledge she even possessed as a half-trained warrior herself.
Frostbite watched, or rather felt, the moons drag past as her adoptive clan struggled to survive through the neverending Leafbare. It seemed hope was lost, and that was probably for the best. Frostbite lost track of her apprentice, and woefully let herself be comforted by her brother at her failure. Frostbite, separated from her clanmates underground, died beside her brother.
[ Second Life ]
Frostbite, reunited with her family in Starclan, decided to follow in her sibling's pawsteps, and return to life. Ivorypaw, Cinderivory, and Frostbite left their parents in the skies to continue the lives they had deserved to live moons prior. While she was overwhelmed with joy to feel familiar fresh scents and soft touches of growing life, Frostbite was annoyed when she found she still had her sight stolen from her, the two familiar gaping holes in place of her once pretty blue-green eyes from her prior life.
With new growth, came new ways to hide her scars. Frostbite covered her facial scars with a leafwrap. She continues to live as a warrior or Brineclan with her two littermates and /some/ of her old clanmates. Frostbite has taken on a new apprentice by the name of Swiftpaw, and nervously trains him in hopes she'll do him good- better than she had.
Theme
Beauty from Pain - SuperChick www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-GPbY…
RELATIONS
Family
Mother | Moonfeather | Starclan (Flashclan Queen)
Father | Grayfoot | Starclan (Flashclan Warrior)
Sister | Ivorypaw | Starclan (Flashclan Apprentice) Brineclan Apprentice
Brother | Cinderivory | Brineclan Warrior (If interested in roleplaying, note me~)
Mentor | Aspenclaw | Starclan (Flashclan Warrior)
(Former) Apprentice | Sharkpaw | Brineclan Apprentice
(Current) Apprentice | Swiftpaw | Brineclan Apprentice
Relationship Status
OPEN | CLOSED
Looks - She can't see, so she doesn't care. She does enjoy toms with lots of muscles, and fluffy fur to keep her warm, though.
Personality - Some cat who will accept her for what she looks like, and stay with her until the end comes one again. A cat who will try to be a romantic.
✓ Long Lasting Relationship
X Quick Fling
X Multiple Relationships
Relationships
= Acquaintance
= Uncertainty
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Family
= Crush
= Love
= Lust
= Greatly Dislike
= Despise
Name - Occupation - Roleplayer
Opinion
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE
From Beetlepaw in %The-Blue-Tides;
The young tom struggled to push himself to his paws. His white pelt glimmered in the moonlight, and his dappled tail lashed against the ground. He finally managed to stand, and looked up to the stars, his amber eyes glinting angrily. "Starclan just had to put me here like this! A dumb little apprentice who struggles to even stand up when he's tripped over a rock! Why would you do this?!" He screeched to the stars.
His head fell, his ears pushed to his forehead. "No, no. I'm sorry." He murmured, realizing his anger had gotten the best of him again. He looked back to the stars. His eyes were now wet and watery, like he were about to cry. "Starclan would never curse a cat like this, would they?"
He shook out his pelt against the cool air and looked back to the ground. He began padding through the tall grass back towards the camp, wincing as his stiff bones grinded against each other.
Frostbite (c) Me *TurkFish
#Two-Moons-Following & Art (c) *Panderoo
Thank you so much for drawing my baby, *Panderoo!! She looks wonderful (:
I adopted Frostbite from here; fav.me/d61gyl2