Description Summary: A large, fluffy white she-cat with pale green eyes and deaf ears.
Description: Fluffy as dandelion fuzz and sharing the same hue, Frozensong is the spitting image of both her parents. Not that it's difficult, being born of two snow white cats. Her snowy fur is long and thick, requiring meticulous grooming to keep it in order and to prevent matting and tangling. She's learned long ago that grooming need to be done at least twice a day, after she wakes and before she sleeps, and more often than not, throughout the day as well.
Underneath her thick fur, Frozensong isn't tiny. She's grown into a solid cat, sturdy and strong. Not overly muscled and powerful, just of a stockier build. Her fur makes her appear even larger than she is, but not all of her size is fluff. She's a large she-cat, but not completely graceless.
Fitting in with her pale complexion, her eyes are a frosty pale green, full of energy and life. She lives with eyes wide open, taking in everything around her. Due to her deafness, her other senses are stronger, and she's learned to use them to her advantage.
Personality: Given the natures of her parents, Frozensong couldn't be expected to be anything less than a monster. After all, her father was a cold-hearted pyschopath and her mother a bloodthirsty cannibal. Their almost demonic genes failed to pass on to at least one of their spawn, for which most cats should be thankful for, whether they know it or not.
Frozensong is a gentle soul, one not built for violence or anger. Anger isn't a feeling she personally has knowledge of, though she's seen it in others, and instead is usually filled with a simple happiness no matter the situation. She cares deeply about those around her, and is highly sensitive to the feelings of others. She picks up on things others don't, and unconsciously reflects those feelings back outward. It's stronger with those she's closest to, namely the small family she's made for herself.
The dominating factor in Frozensong's life, the factor that affects her entire being, is her deafness. She was born deaf, a side effect of being the child of two albinos. Her deafness shelters her from the harsh words of those who condemn her and her family to the darkest parts of the Dark Forest, thus allowing her to live a life in relative peace.
Unable to hear, she is unable to speak, though when she needs to make herself known, a squeak or a squeal is sure to bring a set of eyes and ears to her direction. With the help of her mentor, she's developed a sort of language, and it's possible for her to communicate with others who know her language as well. It's impossibly easy to sneak up on her, as long as a cat stays out of her line of sight. Whenever she gets scared or someone startles her, she cries out loudly in fear, usually too loudly. It's an automatic response to sudden fright, and it's not something that can ever be trained out of her, given how easy it is to startle her.
History: They were an abomination, creatures that should have never been conceived, much less grow to term and be brought into the valley alive and healthy. A flirt with death across borders, a dangerous dance that went too far, had come to this, four little kits into RainClan's nursery. White and bright and kitten-soft, with tiny bodies and too-big eyes and too-big ears and too-big paws, they squirmed and lived, oblivious to the true malevolence of their existence.
Born as one of the daughters to two of the valley's darkest demons, Frozensong grew up knowing nothing of the circumstances surrounding her birth. While her siblings grew and learned and understood the reasons and reactions of the other cats, Frozensong remained oblivious, sheltered from the hate and disgust and fear, thanks to her two deaf ears. She stuck close to her mother as a kit, the only presence she'd ever known, and took solace in her company. As an apprentice, her time became split between her mother and her mentor, Rushwhisker, and she found another whom she could take comfort in.
Rushwhisker was calm and patient with her, more sensitive to her deafness than perhaps most cats would have been, having grown up with a brother with the same condition. It took longer than a regular apprenticeship, but Frozensong needed the extra time and attention Rushwhisker was happy to give. He trained her in the ways of a warrior, and when his sister returned from the mountains, expanded her family.
When her sister, Lilacpaw, starved to death one harsh winter, Frozenpaw was confused and scared. She couldn't understand why her sister no longer had a heartbeat, and why she wouldn't wake up no matter how hard she tried. She had wailed, loudly, pitifully, until Rushwhisker came to her and offered her his warmth and support. When her mother, Redsplash, decided RainClan could no longer be her home and left, abandoning her two remaining kits, Frozenpaw was yet again scared and confused. There was no dismissal, no fanfare, no goodbye. She was there one day, and the next...gone. Frozenpaw spent several days wandering the camp, peeking into the warriors' den and calling out, searching for her mother. Once again, Rushwhisker was there, offering his endless support. She still didn't understand, but she carried on, clinging to Rushwhisker or Coldrush, when her brother would tolerate it.
Several moons past her twelfth, Frozenpaw, now much larger than her tiny kit stage, stood next to her mentor, Rushwhisker, as she finally earned her warrior name. Frozensong, Rushwhisker had suggested, in honor of the TreeClan cat, Silentsong, who had befriended her and then helped teach Frozenpaw and Rushwhisker new ways to communicate. Not that she knew exactly what was going on, just that the Clan had gathered, she had been ushered to the front, and Rushwhisker was close by looking immensely proud. The leader spoke, and when there seemed to be a break, she glanced to her mentor, who gave an encouraging flick of his tail and opened his mouth, before pointing his tail at her. Speak. She turned back to the leader, and as strongly as she could, gave a loud meow, which seemed to please him. He spoke again, and then the crowd around her started cheering, and the energy in the air was exciting and infectious. Afterwards, Rushwhisker managed to communicate that she was to stay in the camp, rather than return to her den, and she did so. The next morning, she was led to the warrior's den and an empty nest, just for her.
Ever since, Frozensong's been living as a fully fledged warrior, going on patrols and hunting, both with and without her mentor. It's still difficult occassionally, when she encounters a cat who just doesn't know how to handle her deafness, but for the most part, she's integrated well into her position and her Clan.
Other: Frozensong has a habit of pressing her ear against a cat's chest to 'hear' their heartbeat. She can't actually hear it, but she can feel the pounding of the heart through the physical contact. Basically used as a greeting or expression of high emotion.