Post by icy on Mar 3, 2012 15:51:50 GMT -5
s n o w f l o w e r
t h e . b a s i c s
» age: forty-six moons
» gender: female
» rank: queen
» status: healthy
» mentor/apprentice: redstorm ; former mentor
» description: medium haired flame-point she-cat with blue eyes.
t h e . e x t e n d e d
to be honest, she's quite a beautiful cat overall. from her lean muscle to her lithe, delicate appearing body, to her dainty paws, she can be described as a porcelain doll with breathtaking features. she isn't on the small or large size for females, being a deciding middle ground in terms of height, along with a somewhat long body, similar to a serpent. her nose is a little more pointed and narrow, and her tail is long and plumy.
not to mention, only certain parts of her body are graced with a pale flame point, including her nose and paws. otherwise, her fur is medium length, with some patches longer than others, and a very powdery white coloration. while she does get dirty often, she will be grooming herself more often than not, giving her a very vain appearance. lastly, her wide, blue eyes show a wide variety of emotions, and it leaves her with a very gorgeous look. scars and fighting aren't her forte, so her body is clear and pristine with no marks to see.
in all, she really is a gorgeous cat, and her beauty is certainly not going to waste with her offspring, either. as long as she's alive, she'll be having many more pretty felines for thunderclan.
» personality: in short, snowflower is someone who does not deserve such a delicate and feminine name.
from day one, the molly held her chin high with determination and kept her eyes laced with venom, hatred, and jealousy toward those not involved in her inner circle. as far as who is in said circle, she cannot give a definite answer herself, though she will not hesitate to spread rumors and gossip about those she dislikes.
overall, she is the queen bitch of thunderclan, and she won't give up the title that easily. even though her apprentice and early warrior days were spent wooing toms, her bite is far worse than her bark, or hiss, being quite able to defend herself with tooth and claw, or if she started the attack herself.
however mighty and hostile she may be, there is the softer shell snowflower keeps hidden under sharp and blunt words. she is a motherly individual, with a protective streak and obvious defending of her darling kits and mate. she does not take kindly to insult of her close relations, and the molly will draw blood if they tell her about something being wrong.
she's a queen bitch, captain of the metaphorical cheerleaders, and she's not about to give up the title.
» background: before snowflower and her siblings were even born, her parents met as young warriors. swanheart was just recently a warrior, icestorm around three moons her senior, though they were a true match. one day, they decided to have kits and be together for as long as they can.
then, the kits were conceived, and soon enough, born on an early leaf-bare morning. it would certainly be a memorable day for the couple, since near the end of sunhigh, there were three healthy, squirming kits by the mother's stomach. two girls and one boy. hailkit, snowkit, and sleetkit. all with a strong majority of white on them.
while they definitely loved each other, the triad of kits couldn't be any more different in personality. sleetkit was aiming for the stars, his sights set upon becoming the deputy, with hailkit dreaming of becoming a medicine cat, and snowkit knowing from day one about becoming a mother to much of thunderclan. the brother and sister laughed at her dreams, saying she needed to find a tom before she could ever have kits of her own.
and that was exactly what she did.
during the six moons of being snowpaw, her eyes were set upon her mentor, a deep ginger tom by the name of redstorm. it was quite apparent that the small, but very pretty, girl was intoxicated with him- though it was only by faking it. eventually getting through to her warrior name wasn't too difficult, and once she became snowflower, her target was locked, and she was going in.
a moon later, she was pregnant, and redstorm was the obvious father. she was overjoyed, ecstatic, and ready to mother her first litter of kits- except, well.
her only kit from the litter died a moon after kitting. poor sandkit.
her mourning lasted for only a few days before it turned into absolute rage, directed specifically at the ginger tom. it was clearly his fault for having the wrong genes, the weak link, so on and so forth. from then on, she turned her back to him, and instead, searched for another tom willing enough to be with her. she seemed desperate, alone albit her family, until the answer came in the form of her former mate's brother: tigereye.
the tabby was exactly what she deserved, and without a beat, the molly courted the tom, and was pregnant yet again within the moon. she was nineteen moons by this time, and by twenty-one, she had her first successful litter of three.
however, the first tom would not pass his first moon as an apprentice before drowning in the riverclan border, a tragedy on her part. on the other hand, her remaining son and daughter lived on to become warriors.
since then, she had two more litters with tigereye, one currently apprentice aged and the other at five moons. however, with the silence of starclan, and the unnecessary harshness (in her eyes) of foxstar's no-half clan warriors allowed, she has been looking toward the other clans, metaphorically, and, hoping, wondering, if anything would turn out for the better.
i m m e d i a t e . k i n
» daughters: laurelstorm .
e x t e n d e d . k i n
» brothers: sleetfoot
» sisters: