Name: Frostfur
Gender: Male
Age: 23 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: PineClan
Mate: Not yet
Crush: Not yet
Kits: Not yet
Apprentice: Looking
Appearance: Frostfur is a very small size for a tom cat, with his short legs and not very muscular body. Being the oblivious, stuck-up cat he is, he loves to brag about how very strong he is, even though he’s far from that.
This tom’s fur and eyes definitely make up for his miniscule size. His fur is short and completely white, with not a trace of another colour on it. This bright white colour doesn’t help him camouflage at all with his brown and green surroundings. Because of this, Frostfur is absolutely awful at hiding. Any cat can easily spot his white fur from far away, even if he chose a good hiding spot in the lands. Any living creature can easily spot him from many fox-lengths away, which greatly irritates this arrogant tom.
Frostfur’s round eyes match the leaves of a tree, which are full of many different shades of green and yellow flecks. They stand out from the rest of his average body, which is mostly white and pink. He is very fond of his eyes, often commenting about how
gorgeous they and the rest of his body is.
Skills:- Although Frostfur is simply awful at hunting, he isn't too bad at tracking. His nose is quite sharp, and he can scent prey from a decent length away. Although, he can't actually catch the prey himself, at least he can find it.
- Climbing is one of Frostfur's favourite hobbies, but he never goes too high for fear of falling. He self-taught himself this, and it was pretty easy too learn. With enough practice, he could easily climb almost any tree.
Beliefs:Frostfur actually believes in StarClan and all of the stories about them. He even has a fear of the all-powerful warrior ancestors, always wondering if they’re judging and watching him. He doesn’t like the idea of dead cats watching over him, in fact, it freaks him out quite a bit. Whenever any of his Clanmates say this ‘blessing’, as they call it (he thinks it’s a curse), Frostfur usually replies with a snarky, “I hope not.”
Many faithful cats pray and worship StarClan, unlike Frostfur. He barely even mentions their name, and will always change subjects when they’re mentioned. He would just rather not talk about them, especially since he fears cats will start finding out that he’s afraid of them. To his Clanmates, Frostfur acts all brave, so he would definitely not want anybody finding out about this.
Personality:Most of the time, Frostfur can act very arrogant and stuck-up. He thinks he’s the smartest, most gorgeous feline in all of PineClan, even though he’s far from that. He often criticizes his younger clanmates about their skills and shows them how they could be better, although he doesn’t act kind while doing this. Even though he’s had so little fighting and hunting training, he still believes that he’s much better at these skills than the apprentices and warriors of the Clan. This can get on many cat’s nerves, but Frostfur can’t help it. His favourite subject is himself, and he doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut for more than a couple moments.
Whenever retelling a story, Frostfur loves to over-exaggerate everything. If he accidentally ran into a fox and fled, he’ll change the story quite a bit and put himself in a more heroic position. For example, he might say that he saved a kit’s life while the fox nearly bit off his tail, then turned around with his long claws outstretched, scratching them across the fox’s muzzle. In reality his claws are very dull, and he would run at the sight of a fox. But, if he told the story like it really happened, who would want to listen to him?
Even though Frostfur isn’t the oldest cat in the Clan, he loves bossing his other clanmates around. Every chance he gets, he'll order someone to do something, even if they're older and much more experienced than him. This can probably get very annoying to the older cats, yet Frostfur can't help it. Because of this, he has a hard time taking orders from someone else. He'll only do what he wants to do, not what some other cat told him.
As well as being arrogant, Frostfur is very stubborn. If he doesn't get his way he will not give up until he does. He often acts before thinking, which causes him to get in many dangerous situations. Whenever somebody tries to help him out of these situations, he'll often refuse the aid, insisting that he is fine and doesn't need their useless help.
Other Clan cats disgust Frostfur, who dislikes going even a mouse-length near them. He hates their unfamiliar smell, often telling them how much they stink compared to him and his clanmates. Despite being often rude to PineClan cats, he defends them in front of other Clans. Deep down, he cares about his clanmates, but he would never dare reveal this side of him to anyone. He is very loyal, despite what other cats say about him, and he would never befriend anyone from another Clan.
On the outside Frostfur acts all brave and strong, but when faced with a dangerous situation, he’ll whimper and flee. The thought of death frightens him so much that he’d rather let a clanmate die instead of him. He loves living, like most cats, which makes him frightened of StarClan. He doesn’t tell anyone about his fear of the all-powerful ancestors, though. He keeps it to himself, afraid of others finding out.
Family:» Iceclaw / Father / Deceased
» Heatherfang / Mother /Deceased
» Fawnpaw / Sister / Deceased
» Whitetail / Brother / Living as a Rouge
History:» kithoodAs a kit, Frostfur was always leading his siblings into trouble. He, Whitetail and Fawnpaw often made a mess in the medicine cat’s den, causing the current medicine cat to hiss and yell in fury. Frostfur often found this amusing, while his weaker littermates found it terrifying. After a few times of sneaking into the medicine cat den, their mother eventually told them off. Heatherfang and their father, Iceclaw were kind at times, but very strict. Heatherfang scared off Whitetail and Fawnpaw from ever entering the den again, while Frostfur simply laughed it off. After that, he could never again convince his littermates to go mess up the herb storage or explore the warrior’s den again. So he did it by himself, without their help. He got into trouble many times, but he didn’t care at all. It was very amusing for him, to see the older warrior’s reactions to his adventures.
By Frostfur’s third moon, he had gotten very bored of the nursery. He had stopped bothering the medicine cat, instead helping him out with collecting herbs and healing his boring clanmates. He liked this much better than the dangerous life of a warrior, because even as a kit Frostfur was terrified of dying. He had been so close to death when he had been born, cold and lifeless until his mother’s rhythmic licking had warmed him.
» apprenticeshipFrostfur wanted to become the medicine cat apprentice more than anything when he was young, yet his mother disliked this idea. Heatherfang had told him that medicine cats were weak and being a strong, brave warrior was much better. Frostfur had insisted that he didn’t want the dangerous path of a warrior, but she didn’t listen at all. So, when Frostfur turned six moons, he became a normal apprentice, but this was because he didn’t have any choice. Even his mother did want him to become the medicine cat’s apprentice, he couldn’t. The medicine cat at the time already had one, so he was forced to become a warrior like his mother had always wanted.
Hunting and fighting lessons were so awful and boring for Frostfur, especially with his old mentor. He had often faked sickness to avoid her lessons, and it usually worked. She wasn’t the smartest cat, in fact, she was very gullible. She had believed Frostfur without asking any questions or having any suspicions.
Life never stood the same for long, and eventually tragedy struck for the now apprentice aged Frostfur. Fawnpaw was sweet, young, and definitely didn’t deserve her death. She had died from an older, much more experienced FogClan warrior in battle. She was not prepared to fight back with the vicious warrior; her wounds were so bad that she had not made it back to camp, instead dying on the battlefield with her father, Iceclaw. He had died to protect his only daughter, sending Heatherfang into grief. She too had died a few moons later from Greencough, a medicine cat’s nightmare.
Frostfur had never been close to his family, yet he did miss them deep inside. He didn’t let this side of him show to anyone, though. He would never let any cat know how much he missed cuddling next to his mother or sharing a vole with his sister. Even though he still had Whitetail, the two of them had drifted apart, rarely conversing any more.
» finally a warrior Usually warrior ceremonies were joyous celebrations for everyone, but Frostfur’s was quite the opposite of that. It was quiet and boring, with very unenthusiastic cheers. The warriors at the time didn’t want to share a den with the arrogant, self-absorbed Frostfur, who was oblivious to this fact.
For moons, Frostfur put up with going on patrols, although he wasn’t really good at these things. Every mouse, bird, rabbit and vole could see him from many fox-lengths away, and he wasn’t exactly the greatest cat to have with you on a border patrol. If the patrol met an enemy, he would taunt them and joke around, which his Clanmates seemed to dislike. They were always so serious; it seemed as if they never had any fun.
Meanwhile, Whitetail was hiding a dark secret. His brother had been sneaking out at midnight, meeting a she-cat by the name of Saila. She was a rouge and had travelled far to reach the Clan’s lands. The two of them had gotten along extremely well, and not before long Saila was expecting kits. At once, Whitetail left the clan. To this day, nobody knows what happened to him, including Frostfur.
Critique level: Criticize all aspects of my character, please. :3
