Post by Rolo on Jul 10, 2012 7:36:35 GMT -10
Name | Frostpaw, to be Frostclaw
Gender | She-cat
Age | 24 moons
Rank | Apprentice
Clan | Fog
Beliefs| Frostpaw does not believe in Starclan at all. She believes that, once cats die, they go to a place of never ending darkness, and that death is both peaceful and lonely. She respects a cat the most when they have 'had the courage to die' rather than fighting on with life, particularly when she feels they have little quality of life. She hates medicine cats, believing that they 'tamper with fate' by healing cats with herbs. She believes that leaders 'in the name of Starclan' are self-elected and actually made up Starclan to keep cats in line. She often labels those who follow Starclan as 'blind followers, who 'cannot think for themselves enough to do anything without following magical cat's in the sky.' She believes very much in making your own happiness, and she believes that she and Pineclan know the real truth.
Parents | Greyfur (mother, NP), Snowclaw (father, NP
Siblings | Only kit
Mate | Not yet
Crush | Not yet
Kits | Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor | Not yet
Appearance | Frostpaw is a very light grey cat, the colour being lightest on her underbelly. Being a long-furred cat, she looks as if she has a chunky build, yet really she of adverage body-size. Her eyes are a bright green colour, and she has a wide face. Her body has some scars, but none that are obvious at a glance, as her long fur hides a great deal of them. Her tail is bushy, and her legs are somewhat stocky.
Personality |
Very sharp-tongued. Never being known for her politeness, her frank honesty and harsh truth giving upsets many a cat. Frostpaw does not bond well with other cats, due to her differing beliefs. She curses her luck at being born in a clan which values it's belief in Starclan so much as it means that her clanmates are all 'dull followers who cannot think for themselves.'
Frostpaw does not follow orders or clanrules, constantly questioning anyone who orders her to do something. Though she has good hunting skills and some fighting skills, she has no desire to use them. She has no respect for clanrules, believing them to be ridiculous and pointless. She has little respect for authority, as she doesn't believe that the Starclan-elected leader has any right to lead the clan. The only way Frostpaw will follow a leader, or even respect them, is if they respect her beliefs and make her respect them (through clear-thinking and intelligence). Which Volepelt hasn't and doesn't. Frostpaw thinks the Fogclan regime is damaging, ridiculous and not even slightly worthy of respect. She does everything she can to make herself difficult for the council members, meaning she is nearly always bleeding from one sinwound or other. She is the definition of a rebel, but works entirely alone as one solitary sign of overt resistance.
Despite all this, Frostpaw is not evil or even particularly mean. She would never kill a cat, believing the dead are those who should get the most respect ('It takes courage to let go of life and die). In fact, much of her 'work' aims to help cats stuck in a mind-loop to get free and become happier as a result. She is a believer in tough love, and she uses it freely. Why pander to cats with good interllect and sensibilities when a few insults will work just as well, if not better?
Frostpaw, when younger, had an intense dislike of medicine cats and herb lore. To her, they are beings that see themselves as above life and death, tampering with the fate of a cat's existance. 'If you are going to die, you're going to die, no cat should fix that' has always been her philosophy. She downright refuses to use herbs, prefering to soldier on, despite numerous attempts from others to persuade her to do so. However, her hate of medicine cats has waned slightly. Finchpaw, the medicine cat apprentice and her first real friend, has earned her respect, making her torn over the issue.
Frostpaw is rather too fond of debate. She loves nothing more than to stretch her mind around philosophical, psychological and strategic arguments. She sees this pasttime as much preferable to hunting and doing clan duties, which lost her interest many moons ago. She commonly gets into arguments with the sole aim to win, just to show the other cat she is someone to be respected or to show them that their ideas are ridiculous. She's also fond of winding cats up, especially when she believes their minds are too deeply entrenched in 'trivial' matters, such as love.
Frostpaw realised as she went through her apprenticeship that she was swapping friendship for her beliefs. This, to this day, has meant she's earned very little friendships and a lot of dislike from her pious clanmates. With the rise of Miststar and Volepelt, her clanmates became not only suspicious of her but openly antagonistic. The most religious clanmates now see her as pure evil, an embodiment of the dark forest, and she gains many sinwounds as a result of this. Frostpaw, however, thinks this assumption is ridiculous and regularly laughs at them for it, playing up to the title for laughs.
However, underneath it all, Frostpaw yearns to be understood. Many cats, due to her very announced atheism, avoid and hate her. The mixture of her abstract beliefs, lack of respect and outspoken nature means, even when she is being her most respectful, she is often scolded. Frostpaw curses the fact that she was born in Fogclan, and not the clear-headed Pineclan, and has ideas of leaving for Pineclan when the time is right. This dream has persisted, and is becoming an evercloser reality as the Fogclan regime gets harder to live under. The only thing that makes her stay is those few, vital bonds she has made with the other rebels in the clan and some, in her words, downright-stupid compelling martyr complex. She will stay in the clan to beat Volepelt and the lunatics, and as a permanent sign of the resistance as she feels she has nothing to lose.
Skills |
Frostpaw is not particularly amazing at any skills. She lacks in her hunting skills, due to her unwillingness to hunt as it is 'dull, but she has good fighting skills. Her tracking skills are so-so. She has an ability to keep a level-head even when being insulted.
History |
Frostpaw's mother, Greyfur, joined the clan when it was formed, believing that the clan life would be the best for her kit and herself. Upon joining, she gained a very strong belief in Starclan and tried to preach its ways to Frostkit. Frostkit was edging on five moons when her mother joined the clan, and although she had little patience for stories and playing, she held no massive grudge about joining. However, at that point she was skill a kit and she didn't really comprehend what joining a clan meant.
As she grew older, slowly her acceptance of clan ways began to fade. She could not understand why her clan believed in such 'kit tales' as Starclan and refused to believe in them herself, despite her mother's lectures.
Her beliefs matured slowly as she got older, her hatred for Starclan and those who followed them growing. At this time, a time when she could possibly become a warrior at any moment, her beliefs have fully matured. No cat knows, including herself, why she has such an aversion to believing in Starclan. Frostpaw just believes she was born with clarity of mind, and she can see through 'all the conspiracies of the clan'.
Frostpaw became an apprentice at 6 moons, but her lack of desire to learn disturbed her mentor. However, she learnt quickly, she had little will to be an active part of the clan. However, she learnt quickly and she now she has the skills to become a warrior.
Yet, her lack of respect for the warrior code does not make a lot of cats trust her. Along with her outspoken nature about her beliefs (and lack of respect for authority, due to the fact that they did not respect her beliefs), many cats, do not want her to become a warrior any time soon as they believe she will be a hindrance rather than a help.
Yet, Frostclaw is desperate to become a warrior, feeling her skills are great enough to take on the responsibility. She feels she has nothing left to learn as an apprentice, and wishes to move on. Yet, as cats fear her intentions there is little hope of her becoming one for a while, which really annoys her.
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