Posts by frostbrooke

Cat's Name: Frostbrook
Cat's Age: 20 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: Riverclan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: <blockquote>Frostbrook is a very lean she-cat. She has a long body and a thin tail which bushes a little toward the end. Her pelt was originally solid black, but has a white frosted sort of pattern on her back, which creates a graduation of colour. There are faint gray tabby lines along her back but other than that she has no markings. Frostbrook has no visible scars, but if you were to look under her pelt you would see three long claw marks along her left flank - memoirs from her apprenticeship.
Her eyes are a deep and relatively dark blue, with a small ring of paler ice blue which makes her eyes look even more stunning.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Frostbrook is a reserved and strong-willed character. She likes to do things her own way and aspires to become Clan leader in her later moons. She prefers to be left alone and despises the idea of mentoring an apprentice or becoming a queen. Frostbrook has basically been exiled from the nursery by the queens and is happy that is it like that – she hates kits and apprentices, and has often refused to hunt or go on patrol with a young cat around. Is good friends with one or two of the warriors but finds the she-cats to be superficial and prefers the toms. She has a quick wit and sharp tongue, she does not hold back to let her opinion be know.
Frostbrook, since kithood, has had a problem with controlling her anger. As an apprentice she got into a fight with another apprentice and incidentally wounded the other so she could not become a warrior.
The other cats respect her privacy and often fear her strength and temper. However, she is completely loyal to her Clan and fiercely protective of the ones she loves. </blockquote>History: <blockquote>Frostbrook was born at fourtrees to a black and white tom and a white RiverClan she-cat . There was another kit born but he died within a few hours of life – her mother came to fourtrees to say goodbye to her mate as he felt the need to leave the Clan but her kits were born beneath highrock. Frostbrook’s mother, Stormtail, and her father, Ivorymask, looked after the kits for almost a moon at fourtrees but were discovered at a gathering. Her mother then took her to RiverClan, although she often took Frostbrook to see her father.
Frostbrook grew up in RiverClan but holds the general personality of a ShadowClan cat. Frostbrook's mother died when she was only four moons old and she was adopted by another queen. Frostbrook was apprenticed early, but found it had to trust her mentor - a pale chestnut tabby she-cat named Firetabby. She was an expert hunter and had good tracking skills, but her anger and frustration made her a clumsy and impulsive fighter. As an apprentice she was teased by the others because she was easy to beat in play-fights, and also that she had no parents (her mother dead and her father a loner - far out of Clan territories) - this was where her anger began. Frostbrook's anger and rage became even worse when both her father and her mentor died following an acciedent on the thunderpath.
After the tradgedy of loosing Firetabby - whom she had only just begun to trust and also her father who she became close to at the gatherings, Frostbrook left RiverClan, and for a short time became a loner. Later to return to RiverClan. Early in the moons of being a loner she met another cat called Riverreed – he was formerly a Clan cat but had left for unknown reasons. Frostbrook took Riverreed as her mate and kitted a she-cat and a tom called Grasskit and Willowkit. The kits were barely two weeks old when they were discovered by a WindClan patrol and killed, Riverreed was badly injured in the struggle for the kits and Frostbrook tried her hardest but was knocked down by the WindClan cats. Frostbrook distanced herself from Riverreed and the pair grew apart. She blamed herself for the death of her kits and vowed never to fall in love again and to keep herself away for kits as they remided her too much of Grasskit and Willowkit.
She was accepted back into RiverClan soon after but the other cats kept a distance - Frostbrook had grown into a fierce and formidable cat and several cats believed that she forced the leader to give her a warrior name and let her rejoin the Clan. Nevertheless, Frostbrook is fiercely loyal to the Clan and would fight to the death with any cat who tries to hurt her family.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote>Frostbrook looked around the clearing warily and took a small step out into the open. She sniffed the air and snorted in disgust as she smelt ThunderClan across the river. "Redclaw!" She meowed, not caring if she was heard, and a small yet well-built ginger tom followed her to the riverbank.
"Yes, Frostbrook." He replied tartly, flicking his tail. Regretting volunteering for patrol – not knowing it was with Frostbrook.
“I want sunningrocks back.” She meowed, thrashing her tail as she looked across the sheet of the river. “How can ThunderClan keep it? We are far stronger.”
Redclaw flattened his ears and crept back a bit. “I don’t like it here.” He ignored Frostbrook’s comment but he could smell a ThunderClan patrol. “I think we should leave.” He turned tail to leave.
“Mouse-brain!” She spat and bit his tail.
Redclaw whipped around and snarled at her.
She snarled back and her tail fluffed out in anger as Redclaw dropped into the fighting crouch. “You don’t want to fight me!” She warned, anger gleaming in her eyes.
However, Redclaw didn’t reply. He looked past her, and then muttered “no, but they do.”
She jumped around to see three huge ThunderClan cats crouched barely a tail-length away, ready to attack.</blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote><img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/rh4m7t.jpg"></blockquote>

Yeh, ok

Ok, anything else I need to change?
Frostbrooke's appearance is now in my signature

Alright, name fixed - anything else??

Frostbrook paced around the camp on heavy paws. She licked her muzzle and flicked her tail as she felt the dampness in the air and slowed to a standstill directly in front of the nursery.
It had been only a few moons since she had returned to RiverClan and felt even more alone than she had after her mother had died all that time ago.
Frostbrook chanced a look into the nursery but moved on swiftly as she heard a queen stir inside. She bounded around the camp again, this time stopping outside the warriors den. She crept in slowly and settled herself in the bedding.
Just as the moon began to set, Frostbrook was awoken. She looked up, the entrance to the den was blocked by the form of a cat.
"Hello?" She asked, wondering who the cat was and what they wanted.

Frostbrook's ears flickered, she narrowed her eyes a little. Judging if these cats were some of the many of the Clan who hated her for returning, or if she may finally find someone to accept her. "I'm Frostbrook." She replied sharply, licking her chest a little as she felt the eyes of the others pass over her.

"Oh, sorry." Frostbrook stood up, thrasing her tail, and walked into a corner where there wasn't a nest already made. She licked her paw timidly as the tom looked at her. "I was born here, but left when I was an apprentice. I found a mate but our kits were killed. I came back here a few moons ago." She mewed nervously. Avoiding eye-contact with the other cats.

Frostbrook's ears flattened, "I don't want your charity or your compassion, i can take care of myself thankyou!" She meowed, but gasped as she realised she had just said her thoughts out loud. "I'm sorry. I- I'm- I'm just used to fending for myself. It's strange to have another cat be so nice." Frostbrook looked at Darklove and gave a half smile.

Frostbrook took a step towards the bedding and finished it herself. Sitting in it she looked at the other cats, tilting her head, trying to place them in her mind - she could remember these cats from somewhere.
Frostbrook snorted at the comment. "I returned here and the Clan leader gave me my name. Some cats think I forced him to give me my name," she spat, "mouse-brained." Frostbrook added. "I think he just needed more warriors."

Frostbrook nodded. "Other cats think I shouldn't be here because I was a loner and only came back because my kits were dead. I have just as much right to be here as any cat! I am RiverClan born! I trained here for StarClan's sake!" She yowled, dropping her head onto her paws, "times as an apprentice were so much easier."

Frostbrook nodded absentmindedly. Thinking of the simpler days as an apprentice.

Frostbrook laughed quietly, kneading the bedding with her paws. "So Desolatestar. Any good as leader?"

"Riverfern!" Frostbrook meowed abruptly as she recognised the she-cat, suddenly realising how much she had changed in the moons she had been away

Frostbrook flicked her tail, wondering how much Riverfern remembered of her

Frostbrook watched Frogstep through curious eyes. He reminded her a little of Riverreed. She smiled.

OOC: Riverreed was her mate when frosty was a loner, the dad of her dead kits - they arn't together anymore (info on Frosty ?topic=29147)

Frostbrook looked at Riverfern and smiled, nodding her head. They were similar - both had short tempers. She wondered if they could become friends like they were as apprentices

Once did. Frostbrook thought. Tilting her head as she looked at Frogstep as he tried to impress the other she-cats

Frostbrook flattened her ears at Darklove's tone and shuffled in her bedding. Looking back for Frogstep's reaction

"I'm guessing you don't have a mate?" Frostbrook asked Frogstep, looking him softly in the eyes, swishing her tail as she sat up.

"I know how you feel." Frostbrook meowed, moving a little closer to Frogstep, he seemed a lot nicer than a lot of the toms she had met recently

Frostbrook flashed Frogstep a lingering and admiring glance, but looked away. She couldn't bare to take another mate, not after loosing her kits...