Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 22:50:08 GMT -5
stoneCLAN
Warrior
39 MOONS
she-cat
Darkfrost
SHORT DESCRIPTION
A silver tabby she-cat with green eyes.
APPEARANCE
Darkfrost has an interesting coat of long fur, her head imitating a macrel tabby while her back and legs are marbled, all a dark gray in color. Some parts of her fur, namely around her belly, the insides of her limbs, face stripes, and tuffs of fur in her ears, are white in color. The rest is silver. Her tail has notably longer fur than the rest of her body, just like her sister's. She is built a bit stockier than her sister despite also having some of the shared sleekness, with the typical stronger hind legs of a StoneClan cat. Her eyes are a dull yellow-green that seems a few shades darker than Dawnblossom's.
PERSONALITY
At the surface she comes off as quiet, collected she-cat, with a serious but courteous demeanor. Darkfrost is viewed by her peers as the model of a perfect warrior; strictly disciplined and extremely rational, she rarely relaxes when on patrol and is usually tasked with keeping her those around her on track. She isn't above using a firm hand and even firmer tongue when those around her don't fulfill their given duties.
Truly she hates nothing more than wasted time when there is other things to be done. Time is something that one will never get back. Personally she abhors procrastination and laziness, though will occasionally tolerate it from others depending on the circumstances. Even among those who she is very close to she maintains a very disciplined air, always putting her work first and is almost never seen “dropping formalities."
Detached Fairly reticent, Darkfrost doesn't speak unnecessarily or express her feelings often through words, but reveals most of her thoughts through nonverbal communication, with trademark sharp looks and rare, subtle smiles. And those smiles sometimes are worth more than all of the empty affections in the world. As such, she is not prone to public displays of affection, preferring to show her feelings through more subtle ways. For those who can't read between the line, she comes off fairly detached and cold.
Sharp Humored Her humor doesn't aid the above judgement. Frankly it is rather coarse. When joking, it is usually using a a dry, acerbic sense of humor. Darkfrost is guilty of making short quips that can be easily misunderstood and sometimes even taken as a lack of compassion due to their timing. Her witty cold one-liners are not above showing their head in the midst of death, disease, or injury. She is the type of cat who would gaze blankly as a large gash in her self and calmed tell another cat a more bitter monotone version of "You should see the other guy."
Sometimes though, her words can be quite amusing as they will often take others off guard. Especially those who aren't around her all that often. Upon the first time hearing her joke, they may laugh out of startlement or outright cringe.
Compassionate Despite all that, she isn't completely heartless. Though from the outside she might seem strict, rigid, and even a little mean, Darkfrost is not as cold and distant as she may appear. Those close to her know that there is more to her than her no-nonsense attitude; beneath her professional aura is a kind soul who understands the difficulty of carrying a heavy burden. This is more obvious when interacting with younger cats, such as apprentices or kits.
All in all, Darkfrost seems the personification of "tough love," demanding excellence from those she respects or considers important. Her interactions with her sisters can be seen as a metaphor for all of her significant personal relationships—a stern hand and demanding nature tempered with genuine and deep affection.
As they grew, Darkkit shown to be darker than her sisters. The thought of fighting other cats, of actively protecting her clan with her own paws, thrilled Darkkit. Her sheer enjoyment was infectious, even managing to excite Dusk-kit into playfighting at least. On the other hand Dawnkit seemed almost frightened as she watched her siblings bat and jump at each other. When the three of them would play at making their own Clan, Darkkit would be Darkstar, but when she asked Dawnkit to be her deputy she always refused, saying she would be their Clan's medicine cat instead and that Duskkit should be deputy.
Therefore it was no surprise when Dawnpaw became medicine cat apprentice, while Darkkit and Duskkit became warrior apprentices. It was also no surprise that Duskpaw and Darkpaw became close due to proximity. While Darkpaw still tried to visit and maintain a relationship with Dawnpaw, there was no denying they weren't as close as they one were.
The drifted apart even further when Dawnpaw decided to give up the position she always wanted simply for a chance to mate. Darkpaw couldn't bring herself to approve the decision and it was all she could do to keep a shard of respect for her sister. Duskpaw seemed to have an easier time of it though, less infuriated by the mistake that Dawnpaw made. For all Darkpaw's maturity she couldn't wrap her mind around her sister's decision to become a warrior just so she could have a chance to play around with a tom.
It was many moons later when she began to understand to some extent how powerful love was. While Dawnblossom dove straight into queen life and began to face the heartbreak that comes with it, Darkfrost was busy going through some things of her own. She was unable to comfort her sister like Duskflower could, her attention drawn by her own problems.
Darkfrost herself came to fall in love with a warrior named Thornfang. The only problem was Thornfang was a warrior for Lightningclan. As most know, inter-clan relationships always fail in one way or another. This was no exception to the rule. Despite all her loyalty, Darkfrost couldn't change how she felt, keeping her relationship secret from her sisters and clanmates in both embarrassment and defiance. Logic told her to just give it up, it wouldn't work out, but that didn't change her time with Thornfang. Each moment with the tom brought her pure enjoyment.
Naturally, despite it just being a fling as both parties told themselves, the love was real. So when it came time for both to face one another during a board skirmish, the sheer heartbreak couldn't be ignored as they fought. It was during that time, due to the distraction, that Darkfrost forgot to pull her punches and Thornfang misstepped. The tom slipped, tumbling down the stones they were perched upon, Darkfrost knocking him off it. She tried to catch him as she realized her mistake, but Thornfang refused to let her, cuffing her muzzle to force her to let go. Thornfang died from his injuries that day and Darkfrost couldn't mourn, lest she risk revealing her taboo relationship.
To make matter's worse, she found out that she was pregnant, the only cat who could have possibly been the father was Thornfang whom she had been praised for killing despite her desire not to do so. She gave birth do a single kit, a tom. Despite her secret, she didn't want to deprive him of his heritage completely. While she couldn't truly name him after his father, she could name him something else, a clever little word play. Therefore she named her first and only kit Thunderkit.
After that point, any frost in her heart that had thawed came back full force. She threw herself almost wildly into her warrior work, blotting out everything to an almost unhealthy point. Despite mending her relationship with both sisters, she refuses to reveal what happened that leaf-fall to make her grow so cold. Darkfrost simply will keep giving it her to be the best in the clan, without care for any consequences that may arise. Her one remaining definite soft spot (other than her sisters, which even then wasn't comparable) was her son, whom she lived for just as much as she lived for her clan.
Truly she hates nothing more than wasted time when there is other things to be done. Time is something that one will never get back. Personally she abhors procrastination and laziness, though will occasionally tolerate it from others depending on the circumstances. Even among those who she is very close to she maintains a very disciplined air, always putting her work first and is almost never seen “dropping formalities."
Detached Fairly reticent, Darkfrost doesn't speak unnecessarily or express her feelings often through words, but reveals most of her thoughts through nonverbal communication, with trademark sharp looks and rare, subtle smiles. And those smiles sometimes are worth more than all of the empty affections in the world. As such, she is not prone to public displays of affection, preferring to show her feelings through more subtle ways. For those who can't read between the line, she comes off fairly detached and cold.
Sharp Humored Her humor doesn't aid the above judgement. Frankly it is rather coarse. When joking, it is usually using a a dry, acerbic sense of humor. Darkfrost is guilty of making short quips that can be easily misunderstood and sometimes even taken as a lack of compassion due to their timing. Her witty cold one-liners are not above showing their head in the midst of death, disease, or injury. She is the type of cat who would gaze blankly as a large gash in her self and calmed tell another cat a more bitter monotone version of "You should see the other guy."
Sometimes though, her words can be quite amusing as they will often take others off guard. Especially those who aren't around her all that often. Upon the first time hearing her joke, they may laugh out of startlement or outright cringe.
Compassionate Despite all that, she isn't completely heartless. Though from the outside she might seem strict, rigid, and even a little mean, Darkfrost is not as cold and distant as she may appear. Those close to her know that there is more to her than her no-nonsense attitude; beneath her professional aura is a kind soul who understands the difficulty of carrying a heavy burden. This is more obvious when interacting with younger cats, such as apprentices or kits.
All in all, Darkfrost seems the personification of "tough love," demanding excellence from those she respects or considers important. Her interactions with her sisters can be seen as a metaphor for all of her significant personal relationships—a stern hand and demanding nature tempered with genuine and deep affection.
HISTORY
Darkfrost was born as Darkkit with two sisters named Duskkit and Dawnkit. While right away she was known to be a quiet and relatively easy-to-handle kit, her sister's where quiet different, namely Duskkit. Despite their differences they were as close as any sisters could hope to be. Darkkit was serious and ambitious, dreaming of one day becoming the best warriors StoneClan had ever known, while Duskkit was more bubbly and carefree, happy to go where life took her and maintaining a free spirit refusing to be tied down by anything. As they grew, Darkkit shown to be darker than her sisters. The thought of fighting other cats, of actively protecting her clan with her own paws, thrilled Darkkit. Her sheer enjoyment was infectious, even managing to excite Dusk-kit into playfighting at least. On the other hand Dawnkit seemed almost frightened as she watched her siblings bat and jump at each other. When the three of them would play at making their own Clan, Darkkit would be Darkstar, but when she asked Dawnkit to be her deputy she always refused, saying she would be their Clan's medicine cat instead and that Duskkit should be deputy.
Therefore it was no surprise when Dawnpaw became medicine cat apprentice, while Darkkit and Duskkit became warrior apprentices. It was also no surprise that Duskpaw and Darkpaw became close due to proximity. While Darkpaw still tried to visit and maintain a relationship with Dawnpaw, there was no denying they weren't as close as they one were.
The drifted apart even further when Dawnpaw decided to give up the position she always wanted simply for a chance to mate. Darkpaw couldn't bring herself to approve the decision and it was all she could do to keep a shard of respect for her sister. Duskpaw seemed to have an easier time of it though, less infuriated by the mistake that Dawnpaw made. For all Darkpaw's maturity she couldn't wrap her mind around her sister's decision to become a warrior just so she could have a chance to play around with a tom.
It was many moons later when she began to understand to some extent how powerful love was. While Dawnblossom dove straight into queen life and began to face the heartbreak that comes with it, Darkfrost was busy going through some things of her own. She was unable to comfort her sister like Duskflower could, her attention drawn by her own problems.
Darkfrost herself came to fall in love with a warrior named Thornfang. The only problem was Thornfang was a warrior for Lightningclan. As most know, inter-clan relationships always fail in one way or another. This was no exception to the rule. Despite all her loyalty, Darkfrost couldn't change how she felt, keeping her relationship secret from her sisters and clanmates in both embarrassment and defiance. Logic told her to just give it up, it wouldn't work out, but that didn't change her time with Thornfang. Each moment with the tom brought her pure enjoyment.
Naturally, despite it just being a fling as both parties told themselves, the love was real. So when it came time for both to face one another during a board skirmish, the sheer heartbreak couldn't be ignored as they fought. It was during that time, due to the distraction, that Darkfrost forgot to pull her punches and Thornfang misstepped. The tom slipped, tumbling down the stones they were perched upon, Darkfrost knocking him off it. She tried to catch him as she realized her mistake, but Thornfang refused to let her, cuffing her muzzle to force her to let go. Thornfang died from his injuries that day and Darkfrost couldn't mourn, lest she risk revealing her taboo relationship.
To make matter's worse, she found out that she was pregnant, the only cat who could have possibly been the father was Thornfang whom she had been praised for killing despite her desire not to do so. She gave birth do a single kit, a tom. Despite her secret, she didn't want to deprive him of his heritage completely. While she couldn't truly name him after his father, she could name him something else, a clever little word play. Therefore she named her first and only kit Thunderkit.
After that point, any frost in her heart that had thawed came back full force. She threw herself almost wildly into her warrior work, blotting out everything to an almost unhealthy point. Despite mending her relationship with both sisters, she refuses to reveal what happened that leaf-fall to make her grow so cold. Darkfrost simply will keep giving it her to be the best in the clan, without care for any consequences that may arise. Her one remaining definite soft spot (other than her sisters, which even then wasn't comparable) was her son, whom she lived for just as much as she lived for her clan.
OTHER
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