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frostfeather
basic information
NAME: Frostfeather Snowy Frostpaw Frostkit
AGE: 49 moons
CLAN: MistClan (once a kittypet)
RANK: Warrior
GENDER: She-cat (she/her)
INTERESTED IN: Any
MATE: Open
MENTOR: Open (previous)
APPRENTICE: Open
PREFIX: Frost-, for the mix of grays and whites in her coloring.
SUFFIX: -feather, for the softness and gentle striping of her fur.
AGE: 49 moons
CLAN: MistClan (once a kittypet)
RANK: Warrior
GENDER: She-cat (she/her)
INTERESTED IN: Any
MATE: Open
MENTOR: Open (previous)
APPRENTICE: Open
PREFIX: Frost-, for the mix of grays and whites in her coloring.
SUFFIX: -feather, for the softness and gentle striping of her fur.
appearance
With fur a mix of grays and whites, offset with just a touch of something warm, Frostfeather carries classic MistClan traits and shares the yellow-green eyes of her brother. While she's grown into a rather striking warrior, she was a bit of an awkward looking kit, with messy mottled fur - often disheveled from rough housing - and ears too big for her head. It was life as a kitty-pet that really smoothed her features, with much of her health taken care of by two-legs and little else to do but wander to the nearby homes and keep herself groomed.
Being a kittypet might have softened her some, but her will and energy never truly broke, nor did her desire to return home. She kept her hunting skill up as best she could on local pigeons and mice, though it was difficult to find a match for fighting practice among the kitty-pets. While this did mean she had a little bit of catching up to do upon her return to MistClan, it hasn't stopped her from growing into the warrior she would have been had she never been lost in the first place.
Being a kittypet might have softened her some, but her will and energy never truly broke, nor did her desire to return home. She kept her hunting skill up as best she could on local pigeons and mice, though it was difficult to find a match for fighting practice among the kitty-pets. While this did mean she had a little bit of catching up to do upon her return to MistClan, it hasn't stopped her from growing into the warrior she would have been had she never been lost in the first place.
description
Her earliest memory is of snow: the cold, impenetrable barrier that keeps herself, her brother, and the rest of the kits from exploring the camp they know exists beyond the nursery. She can't go out, but she still listens: quiet gossip filters in through the leaves, warriors discussing hunts, apprentices at play when they aren't being conscripted to do work around the camp or territory. She yearns to join them.
Her brother sees the icicles and to him they are beautiful. To her, they are symbolic of a prison until they can finally stretch their legs under the sun. The bottled up energy she carries is a nuisance to her mothers, until finally they allowed a brief visit into the camp. It's everything Frostkit has dreamed of, in that it's a space wide enough for her to run without immediately running into a barrier meant to keep her safe.
Frostkit wasn't really keen on safety. She wanted adventure. She wanted to see the blankest of fog roll out across the territory every morning and the stars slide into the sky at night.
She could satisfy herself with running around the camp, getting underfoot in the process, for the time being. Hailkit doesn't always join her - in fact, he's more likely to hide on the sidelines and pounce when she's least expecting it than join her in her games - but she still finds fun outdoors, alongside a new friend in Riverkit. She pretends they're a warrior already, hunting for and defending their clan... perhaps from sneaky, enemy warriors hiding around corners ready to leap at them, like Hailkit.
In retrospect, Frostfeather would agree that her mentor was exactly the sort of cat she needed, to temper her enthusiasm somewhat, or at least redirect her energy. But Frostpaw thought him quite a bore. So it's with less excitement than she wanted that she is named an apprentice alongside her brother, and her early moons as an apprentice are filled with less games and more training.
More training meant more border patrols. More border patrols meant more chances of coming across rival warriors - and apprentices. It meant, her mentor warns her often, that she might have to raise a paw to defend her clan's land, someday.
That's not what happens. What happens is that Frostpaw runs into Crowpaw, of PrairieClan. They are not likely friends.
But she keeps running into him. And she finds she wants to see him. She likes learning what life is like outside of her own clan, and she likes listening to the calm, self-assured way he speaks. Maybe, just maybe, she also likes the sense of danger: that she's making friends she shouldn't. Breaking the rules.
It wasn't well thought out, really. And she isn't exactly trying to hide it, so it doesn't take long for it to be found out - not that she had a forbidden friend, but that she crossed the border into PrairieClan.
Her warrior naming ceremony is delayed.
Her brother's is not.
-
"How could you?" she asks, fur prickling in her anger. "We're siblings, Hailfall. We should have been named together."
"You shouldn't have crossed the border."
She's livid. But worse, she feels betrayal, hot under her skin. The things she says next she doesn't mean: things like, you only ever cared about yourself, and all you ever do is look down on me. It's her anger speaking, but she can't stop it, and Hailfall bites back, as siblings do.
-
She leaves at night.
-
She only means to be gone long enough to cool off for a bit. Maybe her naming would be delayed again, but does it really matter, now that Hailfall was named without her anyway? She doesn't think so. Maybe she would claim she got lost. Borders are obviously confusing for her, after all, she thinks with a roll of her eyes.
Except, she actually gets lost.
She was so close to being a warrior of MistClan, and she still managed to get lost? The absurdity isn't lost on her, but there's not much she can do about it except try to find her way back and hunt often enough that she doesn't go hungry. Smelling any clan at all would be a comfort, but it seems no matter how far she walks, there's not a trace of another cat.
It's lonely. After half a moon alone, wandering in what must be circles, she curls up under the base of a tree and cries. In her distraction, she doesn't realize she's being approached.
"Um, excuse me-"
Quickly, Frostpaw is standing and ready for a fight. "Who are you? What do you want?" The cat before her, a white she-cat with disarmingly kind eyes who smells nothing like a clan cat, looks appropriately intimidated by her threatening display, but doesn't back down.
"Luna. I only wondered if you were lost." She hesitates. Luna continues, "A silly question, maybe. You look as if you can take care of yourself."
"I can," she asserts with a flick of her trail. But then admits: "I am lost, though."
Luna smiles. "Maybe I can take you somewhere where you can spend the night."
-
One night becomes two, becomes three, becomes a neighbor two-leg's child coming across her in a shed and scooping her into his arms to take home.
-
Two-legs aren't so frightening, once she's used to them. They bring her food and water, and speak to her with high, sweet voices she doesn't understand and play with her with a bit of string. It's not the same as hunting, but it's something. She thinks they call her Snowy.
She wants to go home. But she doesn't know where that is.
-
"Why do you bother with the squirrels?" Luna asks, scrunching up her nose.
Snowy laughs in response. "I wonder why you don't. It tastes better than the dry stuff they give us, and besides, there's fun in the chase." To her surprise, Luna seems to consider it, glancing up in the branches where the ones that managed to escape before Snowy got to them ran off. "I'll never get home if I can't hunt, anyway," she adds.
"Tell me about home?" Luna asks.
Snowy complies.
-
She grows into a proper adult during the moons she remains with the two-legs. With age comes a sense of calm. Clarity, maybe, or as Luna puts it, maturity. It hasn't been so long since she's been home, but she worries at night that she can no longer imagine the smell of her territory. That she can't quite see it when she closes her eyes.
She remembers the snow, though.
-
Luna disappears on one of her walks. When she returns, Snowy isn't expecting her brother to be walking alongside her.
"Hailfall?" she asks, voice nearly a tremble.
"Frostpaw," he responds.
It's only when she hops down from the fence that she remembers she was mad at him. "What, abandoning the clan with the first pretty she-cat you see?" she asks, angling her head to Luna, standing only a pace behind him.
"Isn't that what you did?" he asks, not nearly as defensive as she would have thought. He aged, too. "I'm here to bring you back."
That's all she ever wanted. To go home.
-
"I didn't run off, you know. I got lost."
"You got lost?"
"Oh, hush."
-
She was used to her life now. But clan life still calls to her. So when Hailfall asks her home, she goes with him readily. Her two-legs will recover. They always do.
-
There really is nothing like being home. At long last, she's named a warrior: Frostfeather, on the condition that she keeps up some training, since she's been away for so long. A condition she happily agrees to, if it means she can return to her place among friends and family.
Some cats are not so quick to welcome her back. She privately thinks their own arguments against her would be much better if they could challenge the skill that she possesses even after such a length of time spent away from home. But she's not interested in starting fights: she's not the rebellious, reckless cat she used to be. She is stubborn though. Stubborn enough to try to prove them all wrong.
-
The best part about returning home isn't the hunting, the fighting, the camaraderie, or any of that. It's having a friend in her brother again. She delights in catching up with him, hearing about his apprentices and the doings of the clan in the time she's been gone. She's more reluctant to talk about like with the two-legs, but she warms up to him quickly - he becomes her closest confidant, and she likes to think she's his too.
Which is why she notices when Luna returns. She notices that their bond is a little too strong. And she hates to condemn it, but she knows it will cause trouble.
"Luna wasn't born to this life," she says, desperate for her brother to see reason. "I know she is kind. I know what you feel for her. But you can't bring her into this world. You know that. Who would accept her, when the clan barely accepts me at times?"
"You know that's not true," he says, but relents with a dip of his head. "You're right that our lives are too different. I appreciate you haven't told anyone."
She scoffs. "You know I never would."
"I know. I still appreciate it."
She almost feels guilty when he goes to send her away. But she knows Luna, and she knows him, and it doesn't seem fair to either of them to continue a relationship that can't last. Not unless Hailfall has a desire for a life outside of the clan that he's never expressed.
To her relief, it doesn't ruin their friendship.
-
Hailfall becomes Hailstar - a life changing event that never could have occurred were he with Luna.
Frostfeather comforts herself in being right.
-
Her clan accepts her back fully, for the most part, when she throws herself into battle alongside them, holding the RidgeClan warriors at bay as best as she can until - StarClan willing - PrairieClan comes to their aid. It helps that she's furious, that RidgeClan's superiority complex has gotten so out of hand that they'd dare invade like this, that they'd threaten her brother and her friends. But that fury doesn't prevent her from being knocked unconscious before help arrives, spending most of the fight pulled to the sidelines by an alarmed apprentice.
When she wakes up, the battle is over. But she's not convinced that RidgeClan won't ever come back.
Her brother sees the icicles and to him they are beautiful. To her, they are symbolic of a prison until they can finally stretch their legs under the sun. The bottled up energy she carries is a nuisance to her mothers, until finally they allowed a brief visit into the camp. It's everything Frostkit has dreamed of, in that it's a space wide enough for her to run without immediately running into a barrier meant to keep her safe.
Frostkit wasn't really keen on safety. She wanted adventure. She wanted to see the blankest of fog roll out across the territory every morning and the stars slide into the sky at night.
She could satisfy herself with running around the camp, getting underfoot in the process, for the time being. Hailkit doesn't always join her - in fact, he's more likely to hide on the sidelines and pounce when she's least expecting it than join her in her games - but she still finds fun outdoors, alongside a new friend in Riverkit. She pretends they're a warrior already, hunting for and defending their clan... perhaps from sneaky, enemy warriors hiding around corners ready to leap at them, like Hailkit.
In retrospect, Frostfeather would agree that her mentor was exactly the sort of cat she needed, to temper her enthusiasm somewhat, or at least redirect her energy. But Frostpaw thought him quite a bore. So it's with less excitement than she wanted that she is named an apprentice alongside her brother, and her early moons as an apprentice are filled with less games and more training.
More training meant more border patrols. More border patrols meant more chances of coming across rival warriors - and apprentices. It meant, her mentor warns her often, that she might have to raise a paw to defend her clan's land, someday.
That's not what happens. What happens is that Frostpaw runs into Crowpaw, of PrairieClan. They are not likely friends.
But she keeps running into him. And she finds she wants to see him. She likes learning what life is like outside of her own clan, and she likes listening to the calm, self-assured way he speaks. Maybe, just maybe, she also likes the sense of danger: that she's making friends she shouldn't. Breaking the rules.
It wasn't well thought out, really. And she isn't exactly trying to hide it, so it doesn't take long for it to be found out - not that she had a forbidden friend, but that she crossed the border into PrairieClan.
Her warrior naming ceremony is delayed.
Her brother's is not.
-
"How could you?" she asks, fur prickling in her anger. "We're siblings, Hailfall. We should have been named together."
"You shouldn't have crossed the border."
She's livid. But worse, she feels betrayal, hot under her skin. The things she says next she doesn't mean: things like, you only ever cared about yourself, and all you ever do is look down on me. It's her anger speaking, but she can't stop it, and Hailfall bites back, as siblings do.
-
She leaves at night.
-
She only means to be gone long enough to cool off for a bit. Maybe her naming would be delayed again, but does it really matter, now that Hailfall was named without her anyway? She doesn't think so. Maybe she would claim she got lost. Borders are obviously confusing for her, after all, she thinks with a roll of her eyes.
Except, she actually gets lost.
She was so close to being a warrior of MistClan, and she still managed to get lost? The absurdity isn't lost on her, but there's not much she can do about it except try to find her way back and hunt often enough that she doesn't go hungry. Smelling any clan at all would be a comfort, but it seems no matter how far she walks, there's not a trace of another cat.
It's lonely. After half a moon alone, wandering in what must be circles, she curls up under the base of a tree and cries. In her distraction, she doesn't realize she's being approached.
"Um, excuse me-"
Quickly, Frostpaw is standing and ready for a fight. "Who are you? What do you want?" The cat before her, a white she-cat with disarmingly kind eyes who smells nothing like a clan cat, looks appropriately intimidated by her threatening display, but doesn't back down.
"Luna. I only wondered if you were lost." She hesitates. Luna continues, "A silly question, maybe. You look as if you can take care of yourself."
"I can," she asserts with a flick of her trail. But then admits: "I am lost, though."
Luna smiles. "Maybe I can take you somewhere where you can spend the night."
-
One night becomes two, becomes three, becomes a neighbor two-leg's child coming across her in a shed and scooping her into his arms to take home.
-
Two-legs aren't so frightening, once she's used to them. They bring her food and water, and speak to her with high, sweet voices she doesn't understand and play with her with a bit of string. It's not the same as hunting, but it's something. She thinks they call her Snowy.
She wants to go home. But she doesn't know where that is.
-
"Why do you bother with the squirrels?" Luna asks, scrunching up her nose.
Snowy laughs in response. "I wonder why you don't. It tastes better than the dry stuff they give us, and besides, there's fun in the chase." To her surprise, Luna seems to consider it, glancing up in the branches where the ones that managed to escape before Snowy got to them ran off. "I'll never get home if I can't hunt, anyway," she adds.
"Tell me about home?" Luna asks.
Snowy complies.
-
She grows into a proper adult during the moons she remains with the two-legs. With age comes a sense of calm. Clarity, maybe, or as Luna puts it, maturity. It hasn't been so long since she's been home, but she worries at night that she can no longer imagine the smell of her territory. That she can't quite see it when she closes her eyes.
She remembers the snow, though.
-
Luna disappears on one of her walks. When she returns, Snowy isn't expecting her brother to be walking alongside her.
"Hailfall?" she asks, voice nearly a tremble.
"Frostpaw," he responds.
It's only when she hops down from the fence that she remembers she was mad at him. "What, abandoning the clan with the first pretty she-cat you see?" she asks, angling her head to Luna, standing only a pace behind him.
"Isn't that what you did?" he asks, not nearly as defensive as she would have thought. He aged, too. "I'm here to bring you back."
That's all she ever wanted. To go home.
-
"I didn't run off, you know. I got lost."
"You got lost?"
"Oh, hush."
-
She was used to her life now. But clan life still calls to her. So when Hailfall asks her home, she goes with him readily. Her two-legs will recover. They always do.
-
There really is nothing like being home. At long last, she's named a warrior: Frostfeather, on the condition that she keeps up some training, since she's been away for so long. A condition she happily agrees to, if it means she can return to her place among friends and family.
Some cats are not so quick to welcome her back. She privately thinks their own arguments against her would be much better if they could challenge the skill that she possesses even after such a length of time spent away from home. But she's not interested in starting fights: she's not the rebellious, reckless cat she used to be. She is stubborn though. Stubborn enough to try to prove them all wrong.
-
The best part about returning home isn't the hunting, the fighting, the camaraderie, or any of that. It's having a friend in her brother again. She delights in catching up with him, hearing about his apprentices and the doings of the clan in the time she's been gone. She's more reluctant to talk about like with the two-legs, but she warms up to him quickly - he becomes her closest confidant, and she likes to think she's his too.
Which is why she notices when Luna returns. She notices that their bond is a little too strong. And she hates to condemn it, but she knows it will cause trouble.
"Luna wasn't born to this life," she says, desperate for her brother to see reason. "I know she is kind. I know what you feel for her. But you can't bring her into this world. You know that. Who would accept her, when the clan barely accepts me at times?"
"You know that's not true," he says, but relents with a dip of his head. "You're right that our lives are too different. I appreciate you haven't told anyone."
She scoffs. "You know I never would."
"I know. I still appreciate it."
She almost feels guilty when he goes to send her away. But she knows Luna, and she knows him, and it doesn't seem fair to either of them to continue a relationship that can't last. Not unless Hailfall has a desire for a life outside of the clan that he's never expressed.
To her relief, it doesn't ruin their friendship.
-
Hailfall becomes Hailstar - a life changing event that never could have occurred were he with Luna.
Frostfeather comforts herself in being right.
-
Her clan accepts her back fully, for the most part, when she throws herself into battle alongside them, holding the RidgeClan warriors at bay as best as she can until - StarClan willing - PrairieClan comes to their aid. It helps that she's furious, that RidgeClan's superiority complex has gotten so out of hand that they'd dare invade like this, that they'd threaten her brother and her friends. But that fury doesn't prevent her from being knocked unconscious before help arrives, spending most of the fight pulled to the sidelines by an alarmed apprentice.
When she wakes up, the battle is over. But she's not convinced that RidgeClan won't ever come back.
personality
Positives
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appearance
Pre-Plotting: Frostfeather fills the role of Hailstar's sister in his wanted ad. She's also friendly with Riversong and Luna.
From the MistClan plot, she prefers not to stick to a single view on the direction MistClan should take, but does tend to lean toward the roots and bark perspectives, despite feeling sympathy for cats without a clan after living the same life herself.
Plotter | Tracker
Family: Especially after losing them for a time, family is deeply important to Frostfeather. She loves her brother and wants to support him as her leader not only because she is a loyal warrior of the clan, but because he is family. She's desired raising kits of her own, like her mothers did, but has never had the opportunity.
Friends: It's not easy being Frostfeather's friend if you aren't her brother. Frostfeather is distant and reserved, though not impolite or lacking warmth. It's difficult to get her to open up about anything deeper than surface level opinions. She requires friends who either don't mind her taking her time with them, or are fine pushing their way into her life whether she's initially receptive or not.
Romance: Like friendships, romance is difficult for Frostfeather in that she struggles to be particularly close to others emotionally. Sometimes, she worries she might have had feelings for Luna, but she's confident that's not the reason she warned Hailstar to end things with her.
Rivals: Frostfeather greets rivals with a roll of her eyes. She's not invested in being anyone's rival, particularly not her clan mates, but she can't help it if they've taken it upon themselves to be a problem.
From the MistClan plot, she prefers not to stick to a single view on the direction MistClan should take, but does tend to lean toward the roots and bark perspectives, despite feeling sympathy for cats without a clan after living the same life herself.
Plotter | Tracker
Family: Especially after losing them for a time, family is deeply important to Frostfeather. She loves her brother and wants to support him as her leader not only because she is a loyal warrior of the clan, but because he is family. She's desired raising kits of her own, like her mothers did, but has never had the opportunity.
Friends: It's not easy being Frostfeather's friend if you aren't her brother. Frostfeather is distant and reserved, though not impolite or lacking warmth. It's difficult to get her to open up about anything deeper than surface level opinions. She requires friends who either don't mind her taking her time with them, or are fine pushing their way into her life whether she's initially receptive or not.
Romance: Like friendships, romance is difficult for Frostfeather in that she struggles to be particularly close to others emotionally. Sometimes, she worries she might have had feelings for Luna, but she's confident that's not the reason she warned Hailstar to end things with her.
Rivals: Frostfeather greets rivals with a roll of her eyes. She's not invested in being anyone's rival, particularly not her clan mates, but she can't help it if they've taken it upon themselves to be a problem.