Cat Name: Frostkit (later on becomes Frostfall)
Tom or She-Cat: Tom
Favorite Warriors Character(s):Graystripe
Familiarity with the series:yes but do need to do some catching up
Breed: Mittentoe
Rank: Warrior
Age: Eleven moons old
Pelt:White
Eyes: Green
Height: 1'10" (shoulder to ground-is estimating using my cat)
Weight: 23-24 lbs
Appearance: He has a short white pelt with brilliant green eyes. His legs are very long which makes him tall. His paws are unusually big and have an extra toe. Though he looks skinny he is actually rather well muscled from running and climbing. His one bottom canine is broken in half. Which he broke after a fight with a fox that left him with a terrible scar (which he gets later on in life.)
Personality: Frostfall is a very hot tempered yet is also strategical. If he is faced with an situation he knows he can not deal with alone. He tries to devise the best course of action to protect his clan or himself. He isn't always reasonable and is very untrusting of cats outside of his clan. He pays attention to the warrior code unless he has to break it in some shape or form to protect kits. Frostfall though not very patient with kits is very protective of them.
Likes: He like to watch the kits play, hunting alone, boarder patrols
Dislikes: cats outside his clan, twolegs, dogs, obnoxious kittypets
Fears: deep fast moving water
Strengths: climbing, tracking, leafbare hunting
Weaknesses: water
Secrets: Killed another loner by chasing him out onto a thunderpath (loner turned out to be friend to Shadowclan).
History: Was born into Thunderclan to Dawnfire and Goldfang. (Is still a work in progress)
Mate: None
Family: Mother, Dawnfire. Father: Goldfang. Brother: Hawk (died at three moons of green cough). Sister: Lark (was taken by a twoleg)
Crush: N/A
Scars/Markings: Long scar along his left shoulder and flank he received from a fox. (receives later on in his life)
Origins:*(born into Thunderclan) also he is actually based off of my book character Conner O'Maley who ironically is a werewolf
Clan: Thunderclan
Sample: Frostkit slowly stalked the clearing. His tail lashing the ground back and forth. He narrowed his eyes on the leaf envisioning it as a tall dark tabby. With a yowl he leaped on the leaf batting it into the air.
"Get out of our camp you Shadowclan fleabag!" Frostkit yowled batting at the leaf again.
Across the clearing his mother Dawnfire watched him in mild amusement. As the leaf floated to the ground he crouched again ready for another go. As he pounced on it again the noonhigh patrol returned. Frostkit jumped to his feet and scampered off to greet them and his father. In his excitement he found himself tangled in Goldfang's legs tripping the both of them.
They both sprawled to the ground amusing the rest of the patrol.
Frostkit lowered his head flattening his ears in embarrassement as Goldfang stared at him "sorry Goldfang." As Goldfang flicked his ear with his tail tip he straightened up and bounced after him as he headed over to Dawnfire. All the while pestering him with questions about the patrol. Someday he was going to grow up to be just as good a warrior as his father.
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