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maplefrost
basic information
NAME: Maplefrost, Maplepaw, Maplekit.
AGE: 37 moons
CLAN: Prairieclan
RANK: Medicine Cat, Warrior, Apprentice, Kit
GENDER: Tom (amab; he/him)
INTERESTED IN: She-cats (heteroromantic demi-heterosexual)
MATE: Closed.
MENTOR: Shrikeberry* ♰ (MC), Sliverstripe (W)
*While Shrikeberry was not his formal mentor, Maplefrost learned all that he knows from her.
APPRENTICE: Vulturepaw (MC), Quietshade (W)
PREFIX: Maple - for his deep, orange fur
SUFFIX: Frost - for his sharp perception and bitter temperment
AGE: 37 moons
CLAN: Prairieclan
RANK: Medicine Cat, Warrior, Apprentice, Kit
GENDER: Tom (amab; he/him)
INTERESTED IN: She-cats (heteroromantic demi-heterosexual)
MATE: Closed.
MENTOR: Shrikeberry* ♰ (MC), Sliverstripe (W)
*While Shrikeberry was not his formal mentor, Maplefrost learned all that he knows from her.
APPRENTICE: Vulturepaw (MC), Quietshade (W)
PREFIX: Maple - for his deep, orange fur
SUFFIX: Frost - for his sharp perception and bitter temperment
appearance
a massive, ginger-red tabby tom with long fur and amber eyes
Maplefrost is not like other Prairieclan cats. Really, he's not like any other clan cat. It's unknown where he received his characteristic of being a tall, large brute, but he liked to use it to his advantages. Likely, it is due to his half-clan origins, being born to a native RidgeClan cat and a native PrairieClan cat. Cats tend to shun away from him due to his size, without really getting to know the inner works of the medicine cat's mind. Even while retiring from the role of a warrior for now, he still has large, defined muscles that cover his body from his extensive training to be the best fighter he can. In addition, his paws are large, which aided him greatly when in the heat of battle to strike his opponent in a larger targeted zone.
Maplefrost is a bright ginger-red, resembling the falling leaves from the trees during leaf-fall. Along his coat, he has deep-red tabby markings that highlight his form. On his chest and belly, he has some white patches. He has many battle scars that are on his form, due to his time as a warrior. Notable scars are one on his right cheek and his left haunches. He has bright green eyes. His fur is long and thick, resembling the coat of a seasoned RidgeClan cat. It impedes his ability to run along the moors of PrairieClan during the summer, due to the heat, but he can run circles around the other cats during the winter when his coat flares out against the cold. His voice is commanding, deep, and booms when he speaks.
description
"The stripped and shapely
Maple grieves
The ghosts of her
Departed leaves."
- John Updike, November
[kithood - zero to six moons]
Maple grieves
The ghosts of her
Departed leaves."
- John Updike, November
[kithood - zero to six moons]
When you were born, you knew instantly that you would never be alone. From that moment, there was so much warmth surrounding you from your very own family. You had your mother, Littlethorn. You had your father, Redthorn. You had two siblings, Basilkit and Thornkit. All you knew is that you were safe with them.
You began to toddle at a young age, being the oldest of the litter. You remember how your mother's eyes would always beam at you with such pride.
From your toddles, it became walking. And with walking, it quickly became a run. As soon as you were able to escape from the nursery, you were a mischeivous one. Littlethorn would have to get onto you often, but your kitten eyes were hard for her to punish. You were always wrestling with your brother, or playing moss ball with your sister. But, your favorite part of the day was coming home and being cuddled up to everyone in your family. It seemed like all your hearts would beat as one when the night fell upon the camp.
You were closer to your brother, Basilkit, than your sister Thornkit. You complimented each other like the sun and the moon.
Everyday was the same fun. Until...
"Hey, half-clan!" You knew the voice was pointed toward you, as you turned to see who spoke. A fiery kit, who shared the same name as your father. Redkit. They were born to a large litter, but only he remained. This resulted in his mother and father looming over him and giving him everything he ever wanted. The best prey in the pile, the smoothest moss ball...
"Are you talking to me?" you reply, quickly looking behind you to see if there was anyone else that he could be talking to.
"Yeah, you, mousebrain! Has your mom really not told you that you are half-clan? Ha! That's hilarious! She wants to be a full-blooded PrairieClan cat so bad that she didn't even tell her kits the truth!" As the red kit's laughter filled the area, you felt a new feeling in your stomach. Not butterflies, like when you jumped off a boulder for the first time. It burned, burned with an intensity to where you couldn't think straight.
You lunged at the kit, both of you becoming tangled in a fight that caught the attention of most of the camp. Both Littlethorn and Redkit's mother heard the commotion and tore you two apart, with hisses still spewing from your teeth.
You talked to Basilkit about what Redkit said, but he told you to ignore it. You wanted to so badly, even tell your mom about what happened. But you kept your feelings to yourself, no matter how much it made your stomach hurt.
All of you were named, with your parents beaming with pride behind you. You all were now Maplepaw, Basilpaw, and Thornpaw. Your mentor was announced to be Silverstripe, a warrior you really didn't know much about. Of course, you really, really hoped it would be Littlethorn, but you knew deep-down they would never let a kit be mentored by their mother.
Both you and Silverstripe struggled to get along at first. Never had the older warrior had a kit as headstrong and fiery as she was. It took a lot of time to find the awkward balance between you too, but Redpaw's antics really didn't help the cause.
"I want to fight the half-clan! I bet that you could never face a true PrairieClan cat in battle!" You heard the red apprentice screech, as both you and your sister, Thornpaw, and the other warriors turned toward him. "I bet that you could never face a true PrairieClan cat in battle! None of your family could ever dream to become noble cats of our clan!" Redpaw was already walking toward you at this point, but all you could feel was the fury building up in your belly. How dare he say that, you would show him! Suddenly, all you could see was dirt and fur as you managed to grab onto any part of Redpaw that you could with your teeth or claws. Granted, you both were immature and untrained, so it really looked like some kit tussling. Then, your mentors pulled you apart.
After your fight, Silverstripe obviously told Littlethorn, who came clean about you and your siblings being half-clan. The news still shocked you and sent you into a spiraling panic. Were you ever going to be good enough for the clan?
You began to toddle at a young age, being the oldest of the litter. You remember how your mother's eyes would always beam at you with such pride.
From your toddles, it became walking. And with walking, it quickly became a run. As soon as you were able to escape from the nursery, you were a mischeivous one. Littlethorn would have to get onto you often, but your kitten eyes were hard for her to punish. You were always wrestling with your brother, or playing moss ball with your sister. But, your favorite part of the day was coming home and being cuddled up to everyone in your family. It seemed like all your hearts would beat as one when the night fell upon the camp.
You were closer to your brother, Basilkit, than your sister Thornkit. You complimented each other like the sun and the moon.
Everyday was the same fun. Until...
"Hey, half-clan!" You knew the voice was pointed toward you, as you turned to see who spoke. A fiery kit, who shared the same name as your father. Redkit. They were born to a large litter, but only he remained. This resulted in his mother and father looming over him and giving him everything he ever wanted. The best prey in the pile, the smoothest moss ball...
"Are you talking to me?" you reply, quickly looking behind you to see if there was anyone else that he could be talking to.
"Yeah, you, mousebrain! Has your mom really not told you that you are half-clan? Ha! That's hilarious! She wants to be a full-blooded PrairieClan cat so bad that she didn't even tell her kits the truth!" As the red kit's laughter filled the area, you felt a new feeling in your stomach. Not butterflies, like when you jumped off a boulder for the first time. It burned, burned with an intensity to where you couldn't think straight.
You lunged at the kit, both of you becoming tangled in a fight that caught the attention of most of the camp. Both Littlethorn and Redkit's mother heard the commotion and tore you two apart, with hisses still spewing from your teeth.
You talked to Basilkit about what Redkit said, but he told you to ignore it. You wanted to so badly, even tell your mom about what happened. But you kept your feelings to yourself, no matter how much it made your stomach hurt.
[apprenticeship - six to twelve moons]
You and your siblings were so excited to become apprentices finally. Not even Redkit's taunts could cause you to mess up during the ceremony. All of you were named, with your parents beaming with pride behind you. You all were now Maplepaw, Basilpaw, and Thornpaw. Your mentor was announced to be Silverstripe, a warrior you really didn't know much about. Of course, you really, really hoped it would be Littlethorn, but you knew deep-down they would never let a kit be mentored by their mother.
Both you and Silverstripe struggled to get along at first. Never had the older warrior had a kit as headstrong and fiery as she was. It took a lot of time to find the awkward balance between you too, but Redpaw's antics really didn't help the cause.
"I want to fight the half-clan! I bet that you could never face a true PrairieClan cat in battle!" You heard the red apprentice screech, as both you and your sister, Thornpaw, and the other warriors turned toward him. "I bet that you could never face a true PrairieClan cat in battle! None of your family could ever dream to become noble cats of our clan!" Redpaw was already walking toward you at this point, but all you could feel was the fury building up in your belly. How dare he say that, you would show him! Suddenly, all you could see was dirt and fur as you managed to grab onto any part of Redpaw that you could with your teeth or claws. Granted, you both were immature and untrained, so it really looked like some kit tussling. Then, your mentors pulled you apart.
After your fight, Silverstripe obviously told Littlethorn, who came clean about you and your siblings being half-clan. The news still shocked you and sent you into a spiraling panic. Were you ever going to be good enough for the clan?
personality
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relations
Pre-Plotting: Maplefrost was an adoptable from both the canon adoptables and from Rosethorn's adoption page, where the skies are blue.
In the Prairieclan plot view, he is aligned with the Amaryllis point-of-view. Despite being half-clan, Maplefrost is patriotic about his clan and will stand up to make sure that Prairieclan is making themselves seem strong and easily independent of the other clans.
In the Prairieclan plot view, he is aligned with the Amaryllis point-of-view. Despite being half-clan, Maplefrost is patriotic about his clan and will stand up to make sure that Prairieclan is making themselves seem strong and easily independent of the other clans.
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