Post by .frozen; emotionless; cold. on Dec 30, 2007 20:45:47 GMT -5
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He was born to his mother Jackal. As a kit he only remembered a passing though that he even had a father. His father ignored his mother a lot, and Frozen didn't know much about his father. He had a slight remembrence from when he couldn't open his eyes yet, it was an angry voice yelling at his mother. Frozen had one brother, and one sister, which he ignored most of the time. He considered them to be whiny brats. He heard them complaining a lot about if it was too cold, or hot.
One day he heard his father and mother arguing. He stayed where he was, but had heard there angry yowls and was listening carefully. The angry sounds ended with a ripping sound and a strangled-sounding gasp. He hadn't thought much about it, and rolled over and went back to sleep.
In the morning he found out what happened when his sister, brother, and him were given to another queen to nurse. His brother and sister died of malnutrition. Although Frozen lived, he believes that if he had gotten more food when he was little he would have better fur.
When Frozen was an apprentice, he got lost in the woods, after staying there for two months he discovered it was easier to live by himself. Since then, he has been a happy loner.
Role Play Example:
Frozen stalked through the forest, his pads lightly touching the freezing ground. There was a skift of snow covering the ground, and he leaned down to lick up a bit of it. It was a good way to avoid the lake for a couple days, so he loved it when it snowed. He took another mouthful of snow and eagerly gulped it down. It was cold, and satisfying to his taste buds. He raised his head, the snow had numbed his mouth, but he could smell a mouse nearby. He crept forward, his careful muscles working swiftly. He jumped into action and made the mouse tumble. It emitted a startled sqeak and he smacked it with his paw again. It rolled one more time and he leapt down and gave it the fatal bite. The warm prey gave one last final squek and it died.
He gave a mrow of pleasure and he carried it over to the river, and drew his claws over a rotten log, peeling back the bark. He set the mouse in the crevice and watched as maggots started crawling over it. He loved doing this, the clans thought it was a message from Starclan. Starclan wasn't real, he knew that. He crept into teh woods again, this time carrying the mouse by it's head. He carefully went into a clans camp and tossed the mouse on the pile. He shot out of the camp like a rocket. This was so much fun!
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Frozen
Age:
36 Moons
Rank:
Loner
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N/A
Physical Description:
Frozen has very thin fur, which is so thin that you can see the pink of his skin beneath it. He has a slim build, with little to no fat on it. He isn't very muscular, but he is very sneaky! His build doesn't make him win his battles, it's his mind. He looks a bit like his father, Silence, taking after his yellow eyes.
Frozen is ashamed of his thin coat and is always trying to cover it with feathers. He has become very good at glueing feathers onto his body. Although, on his tail, he doesn't really have to glue feathers. Considering it has enough fur to cover the pink skin. Sometimes though, he attaches a needle to the tip of it, or glues a feather on the side so the end of it pokes over his tail. That way he can also poke people with his tail. His ears are the thinnest area of fur that he has. So he sometimes shreds feathers, coats his ears in tree sap, then drops the shredded feathers on his ears.
He usually uses treesap to coat the feathers in, then he'll stick them on his body. He is one of the best in the clan at decorations, because he's been doing it for a long time. He if often called Feathercat because sometimes feathers coat his whole entire body except for his tail, lower legs, belly and around his eyes. He constantly tries slapping people with his claws if they insult him. He does it without warning, and causes a lot of cats pain.
He has been trying to find a way to make his claws incredibly sharp and, thankfully, has had little success. He had ideas about attaching the ends of feathers to his claws during battles with other cats. When he realized he poked himself in the pads when doing that wrong he gave it up, and is now trying to find rock shards and needles off bushes.
His brand new experiment is using berries to give himself purple or red splotches.
Frozen is ashamed of his thin coat and is always trying to cover it with feathers. He has become very good at glueing feathers onto his body. Although, on his tail, he doesn't really have to glue feathers. Considering it has enough fur to cover the pink skin. Sometimes though, he attaches a needle to the tip of it, or glues a feather on the side so the end of it pokes over his tail. That way he can also poke people with his tail. His ears are the thinnest area of fur that he has. So he sometimes shreds feathers, coats his ears in tree sap, then drops the shredded feathers on his ears.
He usually uses treesap to coat the feathers in, then he'll stick them on his body. He is one of the best in the clan at decorations, because he's been doing it for a long time. He if often called Feathercat because sometimes feathers coat his whole entire body except for his tail, lower legs, belly and around his eyes. He constantly tries slapping people with his claws if they insult him. He does it without warning, and causes a lot of cats pain.
He has been trying to find a way to make his claws incredibly sharp and, thankfully, has had little success. He had ideas about attaching the ends of feathers to his claws during battles with other cats. When he realized he poked himself in the pads when doing that wrong he gave it up, and is now trying to find rock shards and needles off bushes.
His brand new experiment is using berries to give himself purple or red splotches.
Personality:
He doesn't have the nicest personality, and he doesn't have the meanest! He'll flirt with the female cats with little success, considering most cats think he's ugly. He's still trying to find a mate and is considerably nicer to the girls then the males of the clan. He hopes that his unique skill with feathers and other objects that you can attach to fur will attract a girl to him.
If someone calls him hairless or makes a comment about his fur, he'll fly into a rage. He has a fiery temper that most sane cats try to avoid. Although, he does have a nice side that very few cats see. Sometimes he will show his nice side once a month or so. He brags a lot about his ability to attach feathers to his fur and many cats just want to slap him in the face.
He is also, very creative! Which is what makes him a good fur decorator. He's been extending to items that other cats haven't thought of using yet, he has tried using berries and stuff to make himself look exotic. He is very proud of some of the colorations he has made. A few cats find his new colorations very wierd. Some cats try to tell him they look ugly, but he nearly bites there noses off.
If someone calls him hairless or makes a comment about his fur, he'll fly into a rage. He has a fiery temper that most sane cats try to avoid. Although, he does have a nice side that very few cats see. Sometimes he will show his nice side once a month or so. He brags a lot about his ability to attach feathers to his fur and many cats just want to slap him in the face.
He is also, very creative! Which is what makes him a good fur decorator. He's been extending to items that other cats haven't thought of using yet, he has tried using berries and stuff to make himself look exotic. He is very proud of some of the colorations he has made. A few cats find his new colorations very wierd. Some cats try to tell him they look ugly, but he nearly bites there noses off.
History:
He was born to his mother Jackal. As a kit he only remembered a passing though that he even had a father. His father ignored his mother a lot, and Frozen didn't know much about his father. He had a slight remembrence from when he couldn't open his eyes yet, it was an angry voice yelling at his mother. Frozen had one brother, and one sister, which he ignored most of the time. He considered them to be whiny brats. He heard them complaining a lot about if it was too cold, or hot.
One day he heard his father and mother arguing. He stayed where he was, but had heard there angry yowls and was listening carefully. The angry sounds ended with a ripping sound and a strangled-sounding gasp. He hadn't thought much about it, and rolled over and went back to sleep.
In the morning he found out what happened when his sister, brother, and him were given to another queen to nurse. His brother and sister died of malnutrition. Although Frozen lived, he believes that if he had gotten more food when he was little he would have better fur.
When Frozen was an apprentice, he got lost in the woods, after staying there for two months he discovered it was easier to live by himself. Since then, he has been a happy loner.
Role Play Example:
Frozen stalked through the forest, his pads lightly touching the freezing ground. There was a skift of snow covering the ground, and he leaned down to lick up a bit of it. It was a good way to avoid the lake for a couple days, so he loved it when it snowed. He took another mouthful of snow and eagerly gulped it down. It was cold, and satisfying to his taste buds. He raised his head, the snow had numbed his mouth, but he could smell a mouse nearby. He crept forward, his careful muscles working swiftly. He jumped into action and made the mouse tumble. It emitted a startled sqeak and he smacked it with his paw again. It rolled one more time and he leapt down and gave it the fatal bite. The warm prey gave one last final squek and it died.
He gave a mrow of pleasure and he carried it over to the river, and drew his claws over a rotten log, peeling back the bark. He set the mouse in the crevice and watched as maggots started crawling over it. He loved doing this, the clans thought it was a message from Starclan. Starclan wasn't real, he knew that. He crept into teh woods again, this time carrying the mouse by it's head. He carefully went into a clans camp and tossed the mouse on the pile. He shot out of the camp like a rocket. This was so much fun!
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