FROST-TALON, Thunderclan warrior

Welcome, visitor. Welcome to a forest where four Clans reside in constant competition, where loners and rogues struggle on the sidelines, where the strong are outmaneuvered by the weak and the brave make their own way through will alone. Welcome to a forest where StarClan does not speak, and no cat knows the reason for their silence. In a forest where nothing is certain, the only constant is the will of individuals to survive because every breath could be their last.

When the ancestors they vaunted went silent, there was confusion at first. Then there was panic and fear, unrest and blame. Moons passed without a word from the Clans' starry ancestors, and tensions rose until at last a bloodbath at Fourtrees put an end to the Gathering tradition. Thus began a period of silence between all the Clans of the forest—one which continues to stretch on with no end in sight.

Now StarClan has been silent for a full year, and chaos still reigns. ThunderClan and RiverClan are on the verge of war, and conflict within ShadowClan has split the Clan into two factions—the believers and the rebels. No cat hears from WindClan any more, as they keep to themselves and their so-called prophet, worshipping her in lieu of the ancestors who no-longer offer their guidance. As falling leaves herald the leaf-bare that is on its way, no cat knows what the coming moons will hold for the forest's four Clans.

FROST-TALON, Thunderclan warrior Dec 17, 2014 12:34:12 GMT -5

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Post by oilspill on Dec 17, 2014 12:34:12 GMT -5

Frost-talon

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»clan: Thunderclan

» age: 16 in moons.

» gender: female

» rank: warrior

» status: mama be healthy

» mentor/apprentice: n/a

» description: A slick and slender black tortoiseshell point with dim dark blue eyes. [/ul]

deeper

[/b]Body as white as leaf-bare’s snow, Frost-talon’s face, ears, forelegs and tail seem to be oddly smudged by soot. Though frost effects this ice creature easily with her fine coat and scarce undercoat. No scars yet adorn the cat’s body, leaving the fur simply untouched, until you reach the tail length. An inch is missing, thanks to a battle Frost-talon will never forget. The cold seeps through the eyes of this warrior, a deep blue like a softly iced over river. Her bodice surely runs like one too, the grace of a fish in water, each step looking practiced. On the ground she moves with grace, but journeys up high could send frosty fiend crashing. This is where her grace ends. It’s not always a sure promise she’ll land on her feet again, but she knows to not venture too high. For being so slender, the she-cat is proportioned. Frost-talon isn't the tallest cat, one might even say she was the shortest. Yet she was no slouch, she used her size to her advantage to get around larger targets, it was how she survived with only an inch taken off.

» personality: Gentle – introverted – containment – counter-balance

On a quiet night or a dark day, one wouldn’t be sure she was there. People usually see her sister, Flamefang, the big one, the expressive one. Not many mind the coal smudged face at the firebrand’s shoulder. This Frost-talon is perfectly happy with, and just as satisfied to see her sister’s smile. The two were inseparable for a while after the last gathering. The whole event changed them, for better or for worse, they aren’t sure. Frost-talon thinks of the negative effect, though. Our frosty fiend is completely satisfied to fill in where the kindling left. For while Flamefang is stoic with grand emotion, Frost-talon is gentle for quiet concern. While Flamefang is bursting with enthusiasm to show her worth, Frost-talon is satisfied with being a simple observer and know her silent place. For her power comes in the containment, the restrain of emotion, the cool while there is a blue fire behind those two solid eyes. Those eyes bear the emotion she had to lock for stability. This she-cat is surer to hide a small secret then to bubble out every detail. She’ll look but she won’t touch. The ice fiend refuses to leap before thinking.

» background: Twistedleap was an odd quirky tom, while Fawnsplash was a jovial and caring she-cat. The two fit rather well, matching each other with odd jokes and weird humor. The two were good warriors, considering Twistedleap was once a medicine cat apprentice and Fawnsplash did a great deal of her power to try avoid a fight. The two made great looking kits though. A dark brown pointed tom and two tortoiseshell pointed she-cats. Dusk-kit with his father’s weird walk, Flamekit with her mother’s colorings and Frostkit with her mother’s care. The three made it into apprenticeship rather easily, given mentors who would help them use what they have to defend their clan.

Then everything changed when the battle at the gathering happened. That tom who’d crack jokes was silent. The she-cat who wanted to help out the queens more than the other warriors didn’t come back to the den. And finally, the tom who was barely a moon out of kit hood didn’t walk beside his father on any more patrols. Flamepaw fought, scratched and clawed to defend her brother is hopes he would last just one night at a time. That night Frostpaw lost that inch on her tail that would never grow back defending her sister from a sneak attack.

The two grew after that, Frostpaw stuck beside her sister, like an overprotective queen. No one blamed her though. Flamepaw was rather shook up after that, and Frostpaw only tried to keep her from hurting herself. So, they trained together, patrolled together. Yet slowly Frostpaw, becoming Frost-talon, knew she wasn’t becoming needed. Flamepaw, now Flamefang was growing and became more confident. She didn’t need her big sister anymore.

Frost-talon then gradually started to dissolve into the distance. She’d done her job. Now all she needed to do was to protect her clan like she protected Flamefang.

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immediate kin

[/b] naaaaaaah

» sons: noooooooo

» daughters: baby nooooooo[/ul]

extended kin

[/b] ~~Twistedleap~~

» mother: ~~Fawnsplash~~

» brothers: ~~Duskpaw~~

» sisters: Flamefang

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