Post by Aqua on Jan 4, 2014 0:38:17 GMT -6
Frostheart
and the arms of the ocean are carrying me
NAME: Frostheart
AGE: 50 moons
GENDER: Female
CLAN: RiverClan
RANK: Medicine Cat (if not that, Warrior)
and all this devotion was rushing out of me
SHORT DESCRIPTION:
A large long-haired tabby and white she-cat with blue eyes.
APPEARANCE:
Frostheart is an intimidating she-cat, mostly because she is extremely large in size. She has powerful paws, fantastic for swimming and diving. Her fur is long, and fairly matted or tangled, with leaves or sand strewn throughout. She figures she only needs to clean it vigorously for important meetings or Gatherings, as she will likely become dirty again anyway. Her pelt, when not dirty, is plush and long, with brown tabby markings, although her legs, belly and muzzle are white.
Water rolls off her back like an otter or a duck, although if she takes a dip in the salt water, it will leave her fur far stringier looking once it dries. Her tail is long and usually twitches when she is angered—so most of the time. Despite being large, she isn’t overly muscular, and her claws are only average in sharpness. Her tongue makes up for their dullness, anyway.
Accompanying her frightening build are equally fear-inducing ice blue eyes that are cold and unwavering—the eyes from which she got the prefix of her name. Her face is almost always in a scowl, even when resting and not particularly bothered by anything, and the iciness of her eyes only enhances it.
Water rolls off her back like an otter or a duck, although if she takes a dip in the salt water, it will leave her fur far stringier looking once it dries. Her tail is long and usually twitches when she is angered—so most of the time. Despite being large, she isn’t overly muscular, and her claws are only average in sharpness. Her tongue makes up for their dullness, anyway.
Accompanying her frightening build are equally fear-inducing ice blue eyes that are cold and unwavering—the eyes from which she got the prefix of her name. Her face is almost always in a scowl, even when resting and not particularly bothered by anything, and the iciness of her eyes only enhances it.
and the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me
STRENGTHS:
- Intelligent
- Creative/innovative
- Fantastic diver
WEAKNESSES:
- Stubborn
- Cold/Intimidating
- Self-Loathing
PERSONALITY:
Frostheart’s name depicts her personality at first glance and meeting. She is not the friendliest Clan cat, nor does she have much patience, and is fairly blunt and snarky to boot. With all these qualities, it is a wonder that she could end up respected at all in her Clan enough to be chosen as the Medicine Cat, but despite her icy exterior, Frostheart is extremely innovative and witty, willing to try out new ideas in healing. She is one of the first few to notice what twolegs would call infection—and combats this by hollowing out pieces of bark to carry salt water to pour on festering wounds. She is stubborn, though, and has little time to give a thought out answer to those questioning her methods, and most instead receive a thorough tongue-lashing-- this includes those she hasn't met, although she is fairly kind to new Clansmembers unless they're accepted from another Clan. They instead are at the end of her wit around the clock, although she does let them know that if they are sick she will heal them "if she doesn't kill them first."
The anger within her grew and festered from hating her career as a Warrior, and although that has now changed, some of the bitterness still remains, largely due in part to the fact she carries a lot of self-blame for her mother’s death. It is due to this self-deprecation that she ensures that she does her best and all she can to never lose a cat in her den, regardless of bloodline or Clan heritage.
Frostheart is also a firm believer in StarClan, and is always open to seek out their advice. She can be sour if they tell her something she doesn’t want to hear, particularly if it goes against her personal opinion, as she is a very stubborn she-cat, but she understands if it is what is best for RiverClan or the Clans in general, it must be brought up. She is also respectful for any leader’s decisions regarding her advice, even if she may not always agree.
She is also very wary regarding her brother and her father’s grudges against ShadowClan. While she does mourn her mother, she does so in a different fashion, and is concerned that their hate will eat them alive like her own resentment for disliking the path of the Warrior did.
Additionally, she is very aware she is getting along in years, and knows she needs to find an apprentice, however, few kits and apprentices are willing to get close to the sharp-tongued Medicine Cat, but if they did, they would find she has a soft spot for younger Clan members, as due to part of her oath, she cannot have kits of her own. Besides—she has helped with the births of many of them anyway.
All in all, despite the coldness of Frostheart’s exterior, once a cat gets close to her, they can find that she is intelligent and can manage to be fairly pleasant.
The anger within her grew and festered from hating her career as a Warrior, and although that has now changed, some of the bitterness still remains, largely due in part to the fact she carries a lot of self-blame for her mother’s death. It is due to this self-deprecation that she ensures that she does her best and all she can to never lose a cat in her den, regardless of bloodline or Clan heritage.
Frostheart is also a firm believer in StarClan, and is always open to seek out their advice. She can be sour if they tell her something she doesn’t want to hear, particularly if it goes against her personal opinion, as she is a very stubborn she-cat, but she understands if it is what is best for RiverClan or the Clans in general, it must be brought up. She is also respectful for any leader’s decisions regarding her advice, even if she may not always agree.
She is also very wary regarding her brother and her father’s grudges against ShadowClan. While she does mourn her mother, she does so in a different fashion, and is concerned that their hate will eat them alive like her own resentment for disliking the path of the Warrior did.
Additionally, she is very aware she is getting along in years, and knows she needs to find an apprentice, however, few kits and apprentices are willing to get close to the sharp-tongued Medicine Cat, but if they did, they would find she has a soft spot for younger Clan members, as due to part of her oath, she cannot have kits of her own. Besides—she has helped with the births of many of them anyway.
All in all, despite the coldness of Frostheart’s exterior, once a cat gets close to her, they can find that she is intelligent and can manage to be fairly pleasant.
but the arms of the ocean delivered me
MOTHER: Lilactail - deceased
FATHER: Eaglefeather - alive, now a RiverClan elder
SIBLINGS: Tangledpelt - M - RiverClan Warrior, alive
OTHER FAMILY: n/a
MENTOR: As a warrior, Troutbelly - M - RiverClan Warrior, alive, as a Medicine Cat, Knottedfoot - M - RiverClan MC, now deceased.
HISTORY:
With her snarkiness and cold demeanor, one would think Frostheart had a rough kithood, but it was fairly normal. She was born to parents Lilactail and Eaglefeather, in a litter comprised of her and her brother, Tangledkit. They were both fairly large for cats, even as kits, in part due to the fact that their father, Eaglefeather, was a very large and burly tom, and his massive, thick pelt made him of monstrous size. Tangledkit in particular inherited his father’s scruffy fur—as did Frostkit, but she also ended up receiving blue eyes like her mother, earning her prefix. Their large size made them prime candidates as apprentices to be warriors, and Frostkit was no exception. As a kit she loved to play and splash in the water, both the saltier water and the freshwater from the sun-drown place and river rolling off her thick pelt. She was proudly taken in to be an apprentice by a warrior named Troutbelly, and was skilled at hunting, particularly diving for river and sea creatures—something Troutbelly taught her to be good at, as he was known for it as well.
Frostpaw, despite being an excellent student in terms of catching on quickly and learning her mentor’s methods in both hunting and fighting, had a mouth on her. She enjoyed diving a lot, but inexplicable anger grew within Frostpaw—she did not enjoy the path she had chosen. She turned cold towards her parents and her brother—particularly Tangledpaw, as although he was not as good as a hunter, he was an excellent fighter, and met every training session with joy. Sour through her entire training career and evaluation to become a warrior, Frostpaw was ironically given the name of Frostheart, and her brother named Tangledpelt alongside her.
It was not too long after this that Frostheart saw her first battle as a warrior. It was a border dispute between RiverClan and ShadowClan, over some prey that had run across the borders. Tangledpelt was itching for his first fight, but Frostheart was bitter, stating that there was more than enough prey in the water and they should stay out of this, lest they should risk lives over a mere squirrel. Her mutterings, of course, were paid no heed, and just taken as usual grumblings from Frostheart. Regardless, a fight broke out, and their mother, not as adept a fighter after having her kits, was killed in the fight. Her brother and father swore revenge, but Frostheart only blamed herself—despite the fact no leader, deputy, or senior warrior would listen to a newly made warrior, grump or not.
After the fight, many cats had injuries, and Frostheart made it out the battle relatively unscathed, spare her ragged fur being torn out in a few places. The medicine cat at the time—Knottedfoot—was looking into a new poultice method regarding river and sea plants, since woodland herbs could be hard to come by occasionally. However, Knottedfoot was old and crippled—hence his name—and could not gather his supplies as fast as he would have liked. Thus, he swallowed his pride and asked Frostheart, the resident diver, to help retrieve his plants, as he was too stubborn to recruit an eager kit to be his apprentice.
Knottedfoot and Frostheart made quite the pair—both of them having incredibly sharp tongues and even sharper wit. It was not long before Frostheart knew all the river, sea, and forest herbs by name, smell, and taste—and as she learned, while still keeping her exterior cold, her insides warmed. She was actually helping out her Clan in a way that she enjoyed. Frostheart had expected that she would soon return to her warrior post—patrolling the borders and diving for fish, but Knottedfoot surprised her and the entire Clan by asking if she would like to become his apprentice. Frostheart meowed with joy as she replied yes, and was named the RiverClan Medicine Cat apprentice.
Many moons passed, and Knottedfoot handed over his mantle to Frostheart before retiring to the Elder’s den along with her father. Knottedfoot eventually died in his sleep peacefully, and although deeply saddened, Frostheart knew StarClan gained a wise medicine cat. She serves RiverClan faithfully to this day.
Frostpaw, despite being an excellent student in terms of catching on quickly and learning her mentor’s methods in both hunting and fighting, had a mouth on her. She enjoyed diving a lot, but inexplicable anger grew within Frostpaw—she did not enjoy the path she had chosen. She turned cold towards her parents and her brother—particularly Tangledpaw, as although he was not as good as a hunter, he was an excellent fighter, and met every training session with joy. Sour through her entire training career and evaluation to become a warrior, Frostpaw was ironically given the name of Frostheart, and her brother named Tangledpelt alongside her.
It was not too long after this that Frostheart saw her first battle as a warrior. It was a border dispute between RiverClan and ShadowClan, over some prey that had run across the borders. Tangledpelt was itching for his first fight, but Frostheart was bitter, stating that there was more than enough prey in the water and they should stay out of this, lest they should risk lives over a mere squirrel. Her mutterings, of course, were paid no heed, and just taken as usual grumblings from Frostheart. Regardless, a fight broke out, and their mother, not as adept a fighter after having her kits, was killed in the fight. Her brother and father swore revenge, but Frostheart only blamed herself—despite the fact no leader, deputy, or senior warrior would listen to a newly made warrior, grump or not.
After the fight, many cats had injuries, and Frostheart made it out the battle relatively unscathed, spare her ragged fur being torn out in a few places. The medicine cat at the time—Knottedfoot—was looking into a new poultice method regarding river and sea plants, since woodland herbs could be hard to come by occasionally. However, Knottedfoot was old and crippled—hence his name—and could not gather his supplies as fast as he would have liked. Thus, he swallowed his pride and asked Frostheart, the resident diver, to help retrieve his plants, as he was too stubborn to recruit an eager kit to be his apprentice.
Knottedfoot and Frostheart made quite the pair—both of them having incredibly sharp tongues and even sharper wit. It was not long before Frostheart knew all the river, sea, and forest herbs by name, smell, and taste—and as she learned, while still keeping her exterior cold, her insides warmed. She was actually helping out her Clan in a way that she enjoyed. Frostheart had expected that she would soon return to her warrior post—patrolling the borders and diving for fish, but Knottedfoot surprised her and the entire Clan by asking if she would like to become his apprentice. Frostheart meowed with joy as she replied yes, and was named the RiverClan Medicine Cat apprentice.
Many moons passed, and Knottedfoot handed over his mantle to Frostheart before retiring to the Elder’s den along with her father. Knottedfoot eventually died in his sleep peacefully, and although deeply saddened, Frostheart knew StarClan gained a wise medicine cat. She serves RiverClan faithfully to this day.
never let me go, never let me go
ROLE-PLAYER: Aqua!
WRITING SAMPLE:
Many Medicine Cats had different ways of describing what it felt like to share tongues with StarClan—some say it was like walking on clouds to the heavens to reach them, other said it felt like flying with the wings of a dove, but Frostheart always thought it felt like taking a dive into the water. Not just the cool, fresh water of the Moonstream or the stream in RiverClan territory either, no, it was more like diving into the tumultuous, salty waters of the sun-drown place. Cool, refreshing, as if everything was being washed away, but the salt stung like the harsh tales and memories of the past—the deaths and the heartbreak experienced by many of the cats who could only now walk the night sky.
The realm of StarClan became clear to her as murky visions became clear, like approaching the surface of water before finally breaching. Frostheart sat patiently for one of the past Clansmembers to be her guide on this Medicine Cat gathering, and her icy eyes widened at the cat who stepped lightly to meet her. Even the celestial cats of the past kept their attributes, and this was not the walk or the smell of her mentor Knottedfoot. No, these steps were swift, but light, the smell warm and kind.
“Frostheart,” Lilactail meowed, closing her eyes slowly as she came to rest before her daughter, “it is good to see you. You’ve grown so much—you look so much like your father.”
Frostheart clenched her teeth—there was so much she could say in return, perhaps a deep apology for not being a better Warrior when her clan needed her, maybe that would have prevented her mother’s death… Maybe she could joke along, saying that Tangledpelt with his ratty fur looked more like his elderly father than she. Instead, she took the route easiest to her, per usual, her sharp tongue and blunt attitude. “It’s usually Knottedfoot who talks to me when I share tongues with StarClan. What’s different this time, mother? What’s going on here?” It came out a little more accusatory than she would have liked, as Lilactail looked at her paws before looking at her daughter, much older than she when she died.
Blue eyes met blue as Lilactail spoke softly. “There is something wrong with the Clans, Frostheart—“
“—You didn’t have to tell me that, a kit could have told me that—“
“—something,” Lilactail said reproachfully as if she was scolding a kit or an apprentice, “that will change the course of the Clans forever. You have noticed, then, that the prey is becoming scarce. Fights are breaking out. You also have surely noticed that the ground quakes with a wrath StarClan has never seen before.”
Frostheart grew silent. Even she did not know what to make of the earth-shakes. It was like nothing she had ever seen, felt, or heard, and no cat knew what to make of it. She had first taken it to be a sign that she could not interpret, but they grew frequent, and all Clans felt them, and now a StarClan cat had admitted to not knowing what they were. “Of course I have noticed,” she murmured, looking at her mother, “how could I not? How could any cat not? Even the smallest kit and the oldest elder have felt the quakes. I thought they could be a sign.”
“They are not.”
A raspy voice interrupted the conversation, and an old tabby tom hobbled into the clearing where Lilactail and Frostheart sat. “I think this is the first time I have managed to sneak up on any cat, with this paw.” Knottedfoot whacked Frostheart in the face with his tail, an amusing gesture between old friends, mentor and apprentice. “Your mom beat me to the conversation for once, eh? Lilactail, were you blowing sunshine up her bu—“
“—Knottedfoot, please.” Lilactail insisted as Frostheart smirked, but then frowned as she knew that seeing two cats of StarClan meant serious business. She was not here for a reunion.
Frostheart used her intimidating icy gaze to sit and wait for her mentor and mother to calm down before asking them some questions. “If the quakes are not a sign, and StarClan doesn’t know what they are… then what should RiverClan do? What should all the Clans do?”
Knottedfoot frowned as Lilactail became quiet, unable to give the devastating and harsh news to her daughter. “You will leave the land of the sun-drown place.”
It was like drowning and coming up for air all at once, the moment she broke contact with StarClan and awoke at the Moonstream. Those words alone were enough to shake her out of her trance, her deep slumber. Frostheart looked to the sky to see the countless stars that graced the night, each one to her representing a member of StarClan. “Foxdung, Knottedfoot.” She swore under her breath as to not awaken the other Medicine Cats and their apprentices, “the Clans aren’t gonna like this news.”
The realm of StarClan became clear to her as murky visions became clear, like approaching the surface of water before finally breaching. Frostheart sat patiently for one of the past Clansmembers to be her guide on this Medicine Cat gathering, and her icy eyes widened at the cat who stepped lightly to meet her. Even the celestial cats of the past kept their attributes, and this was not the walk or the smell of her mentor Knottedfoot. No, these steps were swift, but light, the smell warm and kind.
“Frostheart,” Lilactail meowed, closing her eyes slowly as she came to rest before her daughter, “it is good to see you. You’ve grown so much—you look so much like your father.”
Frostheart clenched her teeth—there was so much she could say in return, perhaps a deep apology for not being a better Warrior when her clan needed her, maybe that would have prevented her mother’s death… Maybe she could joke along, saying that Tangledpelt with his ratty fur looked more like his elderly father than she. Instead, she took the route easiest to her, per usual, her sharp tongue and blunt attitude. “It’s usually Knottedfoot who talks to me when I share tongues with StarClan. What’s different this time, mother? What’s going on here?” It came out a little more accusatory than she would have liked, as Lilactail looked at her paws before looking at her daughter, much older than she when she died.
Blue eyes met blue as Lilactail spoke softly. “There is something wrong with the Clans, Frostheart—“
“—You didn’t have to tell me that, a kit could have told me that—“
“—something,” Lilactail said reproachfully as if she was scolding a kit or an apprentice, “that will change the course of the Clans forever. You have noticed, then, that the prey is becoming scarce. Fights are breaking out. You also have surely noticed that the ground quakes with a wrath StarClan has never seen before.”
Frostheart grew silent. Even she did not know what to make of the earth-shakes. It was like nothing she had ever seen, felt, or heard, and no cat knew what to make of it. She had first taken it to be a sign that she could not interpret, but they grew frequent, and all Clans felt them, and now a StarClan cat had admitted to not knowing what they were. “Of course I have noticed,” she murmured, looking at her mother, “how could I not? How could any cat not? Even the smallest kit and the oldest elder have felt the quakes. I thought they could be a sign.”
“They are not.”
A raspy voice interrupted the conversation, and an old tabby tom hobbled into the clearing where Lilactail and Frostheart sat. “I think this is the first time I have managed to sneak up on any cat, with this paw.” Knottedfoot whacked Frostheart in the face with his tail, an amusing gesture between old friends, mentor and apprentice. “Your mom beat me to the conversation for once, eh? Lilactail, were you blowing sunshine up her bu—“
“—Knottedfoot, please.” Lilactail insisted as Frostheart smirked, but then frowned as she knew that seeing two cats of StarClan meant serious business. She was not here for a reunion.
Frostheart used her intimidating icy gaze to sit and wait for her mentor and mother to calm down before asking them some questions. “If the quakes are not a sign, and StarClan doesn’t know what they are… then what should RiverClan do? What should all the Clans do?”
Knottedfoot frowned as Lilactail became quiet, unable to give the devastating and harsh news to her daughter. “You will leave the land of the sun-drown place.”
It was like drowning and coming up for air all at once, the moment she broke contact with StarClan and awoke at the Moonstream. Those words alone were enough to shake her out of her trance, her deep slumber. Frostheart looked to the sky to see the countless stars that graced the night, each one to her representing a member of StarClan. “Foxdung, Knottedfoot.” She swore under her breath as to not awaken the other Medicine Cats and their apprentices, “the Clans aren’t gonna like this news.”
Lyrics: Never Let Me Go by Florence + the Machine
I accept her as a warrior. Her accepting as a medicine cat will be separate. :3
