Post by sherrehcat on Feb 4, 2014 1:38:58 GMT -5
Willowfrost
Willow - For the way her pelt blends into the bark of a willow tree
Willow - For the way her pelt blends into the bark of a willow tree
frost - For her cold response to those who treat her as if she cannot do anything
|Previous Names|
|Previous Names|
Willowkit, Willowpaw
|Gender|
|Gender|
She-cat
|Age|
|Age|
20 moons
|Breed|
|Breed|
Bicolor Munchkin Tabby
|Alliance|
|Alliance|
RiverClan
|Mother|
|Mother|
Aldercry
|Father|
|Father|
Pallidjaw
|Litter Mates|
|Litter Mates|
None
|Mate|
|Mate|
None
|Previous Mate(s)|
|Previous Mate(s)|
None
|Kits|
|Kits|
None
|Other Family|
|Other Family|
Unknown
|Rank|
|Rank|
Warrior
|Previous Rank(s)|
|Previous Rank(s)|
Kit, Apprentice
|Apprentice|
|Apprentice|
None
|Previous Apprentice(s)|
|Previous Apprentice(s)|
None
|Scent|
|Scent|
Willow bark and jasmine
|Present Injury(ies)|
|Present Injury(ies)|
None
|Old Injury(ies)|
|Old Injury(ies)|
Bite wound on back, ripped fur and cut hind paw
|Appearance|
|Appearance|
A short, petite she-cat with a tawny short haired pelt. Stripe patches coloring her back, tail and head resemble the dark color of Willow tree bark. Around her eyes are a dark color giving her a more wicked appearance. Her eyes are a icy blue with white like flecks in them. Her tail reaches about a foot from the base to tip and her whiskers are of a medium length.
Cry - Two Steps From Hell
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|Theme for Emotional Situations|
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|Theme for Emotional Situations|
Winterspell - Two Steps From Hell
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|Theme for Fighting|
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|Theme for Fighting|
The Fire in Her Eyes - Two Steps From Hell
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|Theme for Love|
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|Theme for Love|
Eria - Two Steps From Hell
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|Voice|
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|Voice|
Idina Menzel - Elsa from Frozen
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|Kit|
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|Kit|
In the confines of a clan known as WillowClan, Aldercry, a young bicolor tabby, was giving birth to her first litter of kits. She was scared but her mate Pallidjaw, a strong tuxedo cat, was there, comforting her the entire time. In time she'd finally delivered one healthy kit. When she'd lifted herself up to clean her kit, she at first couldn't find it. Frantically she searched the ground near a few willows in search of her kit. Eventually she noticed a little movement and a small cry drew her to her young. Surprised that her kit had blended in so well with the willow trees, Aldercry decided to name her Willowkit for her nearly willow colored fur. Willowkit was a rambunctious little creature but she had trouble with running. Her parents had noticed how stubbly her legs were but were sure that their kit wouldn't have trouble. Willowkit, however, didn't find any problem with her legs. Even though she was short she could still play with the other kits as she did it often. She was a fun loving kit until one day she overheard some of the kits talking about her. Willowkit was smart and camouflaged herself against a willow tree so she wouldn't be seen. "Her legs are so short," she heard one of them joke. "Yeah, that little squirt couldn't beat anyone in a race." At this point Willowkit realized it was her the kits were making fun of. "I bet she'll never become a warrior." At this last comment, the anger she felt was red hot inside her. She jumped out of her hiding spot and tackled the few of them that were there. Willowkit swiped and jumped around them, showing that she could do anything they could do. The few kits backed off but it was never the same between her and them. Willowkit decided to instead play with objects instead of other kits. She would show them what she could do.
|Apprentice|
|Apprentice|
Because the leader was concerned about Willowkit's stubby legs, she postponed her apprentice ceremony for an extra moon. Infuriated by this injustice, Willowkit never let them see her falter with her short legs. When her seventh moon came around, she was finally named Willowpaw. However, she was still a bit upset by her mentor choice. She was given a mentor by the name of Softsong. The she-cat was a gentle creature of white. Willowpaw didn't understand why this was her mentor at first. Then as Softsong started training her, she realized that she was being coddled like a kit. This irritated her and instead of letting her mentor coddle her and treat her like she couldn't do anything, Willowpaw insisted to be trained more and more. Softsong didn't object and she taught her apprentice well. Willowpaw was confident in her skills, though running was still one of her least favorite of skills. She discovered that she was a very cunning and swift cat, able to dart in and strike while the enemy wasn't looking. But her favorite of all skills was climbing. Her short stubby legs helped her to climb high into the branches of a willow tree at a high rate of speed and because she was much smaller than the other cats, Willowpaw could reach the highest of branches. She loved to be up high in the trees where she could look down at everything. It was a nice change to having to look up at everyone, even the other apprentices. Eventually, after about 6 moons, Softsong was teaching repetitively. Willowpaw was frustrated at learning things that had already been taught and suspected there was a catch to her becoming a warrior. So one day she followed after her mentor and found she was going to speak with the leader. She hid herself well, like she had as a kit, and listened carefully to the conversation. "How is Willowpaw doing?" the leader, Palestar, asked right away. "She has completed all the training. Her skills are well developed, especially in climbing trees. Willowpaw is ready to become a warrior," Softsong had said. Willowpaw felt her heart soar at the praise from her mentor, but Palestar wasn't so sure. "Are you sure she is ready?" "Yes, she is more than ready to become a warrior." "But she is so small. She's barely grown in the last 6 moons." There was a pause and Willowpaw had to restrain herself from launching herself out at them already. "I want you to go over the training more, Softsong," was the final say of Palestar. "But, Willowpaw is smart. She already suspects that I have nothing more to train her. I'm telling you Palestar, she is quite capable of becoming a warrior." Willowpaw was surprised by how insightful Softsong had been. She hadn't realized how much she was paying attention to her. Her ears perked for Palestar's response, hoping she would give in. "I will not make Willowpaw a warrior just on your word. You WILL continue to train her." With that, Willowpaw finally stepped out into the open, her tail lashing back and forth in irritation. "So, because I'm small I cannot be named warrior like any other apprentice? Because my legs are short I am not fit to become a warrior when I have completed the training?" "Willopaw, go back-" "No, Softsong, I cannot stand by while my leader criticizes my small size and tells me I am not ready." Willowpaw eyed the two she-cats as they stared at her. "I am tired of being treated like a kit all the time. I have been trained and I am more than capable of being a warrior. I don't want to hear that you don't want me to get hurt or you don't think I can handle it. I can fight as well as any other warrior in this clan. The longer you wait to make me a warrior, the more of a hassle I will be," she hissed, glaring daggers at the leader. Palestar seemed surprised by the words, but then something clicked and she smiled. "I will name you warrior Willowpaw, I see now that I was wrong in treating you like a kit rather than an apprentice. We shall hold your ceremony tonight." Willowpaw was thankful that her words finally got through to the she-cat but she just turned and walked away.
|Warrior|
|Warrior|
Late in the evening, Willowpaw was finally called forth and given her warrior name. Willowfrost, for her cool attitude that pushed her on regardless of what others thought. When she was given her name, she knew that it was given for her cold exterior to those who thought she would fail and she agreed, thinking it very befitting. Willowfrost was glad to be named warrior and took her place to watch over the clan. Unfortunately, some still didn't trust her as a warrior. While she sat silently watching, a couple of the new warriors, a couple which had teased her when she was a kit, sat watch with her, as if she could not handle it alone. She snorted but let them stay. While she watched, her eyes caught sight of a creature outside the camp. With her keen eyesight, she determined the creature to be a wolf. Willowfrost didn't hesitate. She jumped from her perch, surprising the other two cats that had stayed up with her, and darted out of camp. Her claws were unsheathed as she got closer to the wolf. It was heading towards WillowClan with a purpose and when it saw her, it bared it's fangs. Willowfrost also bared her own fangs back at the wolf. After a minute, the wolf seemed to shrug her off as not a threat. Again, her size was in question. Willowfrost darted forward and clawed savagely at the wolf's muzzle. It yelped in surprise and stepped back several paces. After it got over the initial pain, the wolf glared hard at her. She stood her ground, arching her back and puffing up to look bigger. Willowfrost could see the blood from her attack on the wolf, but it wasn't enough. The wolf charged at her and she charged back, needing to make another strike so the wolf knew that she was not to be messed with. As they neared one another, the wolf's jaws opened wide while she was going for a strike in the shoulder. Willowfrost knew that she was done for if she continued as she was so she let herself drop. Instead of the wolf snapping around her sides, it only snapped its jaws on the top of her back, only catching the skin. She yowled in pain as the wolf's teeth broke skin, but it wasn't a serious injury. Willowfrost took this moment to wiggle around and she caught her claw into the wolf's neck. Immediately she was dropped. It was then that the two cats that had been standing guard with her came to back her up. They stood big beside her, showing the wolf they meant business. When the wolf noticed them, it back off and finally ran. Willowfrost looked to her clanmates and thanked them for their help. They, in return, apologized for thinking she could not handle herself. She shrugged it off and looked at her back, to assess the severity of the wound. When the two noticed the blood, they cringed and immediately took her to the medicine cat. The black tom was kind when he brought her into the den. He was meticulous about the wound, but determined it to be minor, as Willowfrost had also thought. She informed the tom, known as Poppysky, that the wolf would have gotten her around the sides had she have not stopped her strike. He was surprised by this news, finding it interesting that Willowfrost was able to see where the attack was going to hit. She shrugged and let him tend to her wound. When Poppysky was finished with his work on her, he told her that there was a possibility that the wolves would come back. Willowfrost was surprised but fear was not there. She agreed that she would deal with the threat when it came. But when it came, she was less then prepared. Willowfrost, at the age of 16 moons, had been out hunting by herself, cause few would go with her because she spent most of her time in the trees. That was where she was good at hunting. She was about to strike down a bird when she heard a commotion coming from the camp. Willowfrost thought nothing of it at first, but then she heard the shrill cries of cats dying. Forgetting about the bird prey, she nimbly jumped from tree to tree until she was back at the camp. As fast as her stubby legs could take her, Willowfrost made it back inside the camp. Her eyes were wide as she saw her clan mates die at the wolves onslaught. Every single one of them was taken down and blood spilled all over the ground. It wasn't long before the wolves noticed her. She stared back at them, feeling fear for the first time in her life. Willowfrost couldn't take this many wolves on at once. So she fled, though the wolves pursued her. She could hear them getting closer since she wasn't that great of a runner. Her eyes moved to the trees and she took herself up, knowing the wolves wouldn't be able to follow her up. As she started up, one of the wolves caught her hind paw. Willowfrost yelped at the pain but clung to the tree. As the wolf pulled at her paw, she pushed herself higher and higher until she felt the ripping and tearing around her foot. She cried out in pain as fur was ripped from her paw and the wolf's teeth ripped savage wounds into her. Willowfrost was aware of the pain but kept herself going up into the trees away from the wolves. For now, she was safe. At this point she looked at her paw and saw the blood gush from where the fur had been ripped off and where the wolf's teeth had left their marks. She was thankful that that was the worst of it and did what she could to clean up the wound. Then, when she felt comfortable, Willowfrost went in search of a clan. It took her a couple moons to stumble across SkyClan cats. They were suspicious of her at first, but eventually her stature and size were taken into consideration and she was deemed not a threat. Had she have been in a better state, she would have been infuriated by this. But as it were, she needed help and she needed a home. Willowfrost was thankful to the leader for letting her in and soon grew accustomed to the life of SkyClan. The many trees in the clan helped her to get used to it. Several moons passed as she dwelled in SkyClan, but eventually the threat of a badger got to be more than the cats their could handle. Willowfrost herself had been involved in a confrontation with the black and white creature. However, Aspenfang had been there to keep the badger at bay while she'd scaled the trees. It was after this that the clan moved out of the forest and towards the rivers. Rosestar changed the name of the clan to RiverClan and though Willowfrost was not used to the openness of the watery areas, she went along anyway, getting used to the new territory just as she had the first time.
|Activity Skills|
|Activity Skills|
Hunting: 8/10
Fighting: 8/10
Speaking: 6/10
Leading: 6/10
Swimming: 5/10
|General Skills|
|General Skills|
Loyalty: 9/10
Speed: 4/10
Agility: 9/10
Balance: 7/10
Strength: 8/10
Stamina: 5/10
Cunning: 10/10
|Relationships|
|Relationships|
Love
Crush
Respect
Best Friend
Friend
Family
Like/Should Get To Know More
Neutral
Uncertain
Dislike
Hate
Aspenfang - You are one of the cats I enjoy the company of. But jeez do you need to learn to get over your boredom. I mean I know there's nothing interesting to do but maybe you could instigate a spar on some of the other cats. I didn't have the pleasure of being part of your last sparring session but perhaps we could have another one eh?
Loudhiss - If it hadn't been that comment about me being short, I wouldn't have any feelings of displeasure. Granted I should be used to them, but they do bother me. I'll give you another chance though. We still need to have our spar, right?
Rosestar - I think you are a great leader. You are very smart and kind, but I kind of felt disregarded when Aspenfang, Sparrowpelt and I had returned from our patrol. We had all been affected by the event, but you only focused on Aspenfang. This doesn't change my opinion of you and I see great things from you.