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[Kitty-lover93]

((I'll join; I'm editing this post with my forms!))

[elfish]

[[Joining with two cats :3]]

[-Bacon]

{ Very sorry but please read my rules :c You are able to make her friends with Shattered though? And hopefully she may be one soon...? }
{ This is unless you'd prefer to just make her a full Medicine Cat of another Clan? }

[elfish]

[[Ah, I just went back, read it, and edited my post above xD I'll just join with her as a normal apprentice, and hope she'll become the medicine cat's apprentice~ On the side note, your siggy makes me giggle.]]

[Kitty-lover93]

((I'm going to have to make my forms later, but I do promise that I will make them! This role play sounds quite interesting, actually.

Haha, it's really off topic, but I agree!^^))

[-Bacon]

{ Ok, that'll be good! Sorry again! }
{ Mwuhahaha xD Why thank you :3 It makes me laugh as well... a lot... You should click on the picture, see what happens. }
{ Come on. }
{ I dare you. }
{ >:D }


{ Haha, ok xD I can't wait until they're done! And I'm glad you believe so c: Is it the Prologue, or just in general..? }

[elfish]

Current name ::
"Once known as Chubbi, I now go by the ridiculous name 'Frostedpaw.' Honestly, I don't know why I had to change my name. Apparently, it would be 'breaking tradition' to keep my original name. Idiots."
Warrior name ::
"Let me tell you what I don't want. Frodstedfur, Frostedpelt, Frostedclaw, White-what-have-yours. I want something pretty and elegant, like Frostedrose or Frostedrain. Ah, Frostedrose, that's it..."
Gender::
"I'm a male, of course. NO, I am a FEMALE. Hear me? Female!"
Clan::
"I belong to SunClan, though I feel out of place. No doubt the idiot Clan cats would just say, 'because you're used to your kittypet slop and putrid Twolegs.' Hmph."
Age:: (in moons)
"Well, this took me a while to get used to. My age was always counted in 'months.' Anyway, I am nine moons old."
Rank::
"Do I look like a warrior, mouse-brain? I am an apprentice! A warrior's apprentice, to be specific, but again, I feel out of place with my certain ranking. Explanation will come later, if you care."
Rank wanted::
"Honestly, I want to become the medicine cat's apprentice. That job would suit me much better than being a warrior."
Personality::
Her? She has a complex personality, I should tell you. Let me start off with first impressions. The cat you will see when you first meet her. At first, she comes off as a very cold, intimidating, uncaring cat. The kind of cat who couldn’t care less if you fell of a tree and broke your neck. Other kits tend to skirt away from her due to her cold looks and her mother named her the “ice queen” due to this. I don’t know what part it is of her, but she has this cold look. Maybe it’s her face? The way her face seems to be blank and her eyes look cold? Yeah, maybe that’s it. Her mother complains about how she looks cruel and uncaring, and Frostedpaw honestly doesn’t mind. If she had to be brutally honest, she couldn’t care less of what strangers thought of her. If you think she looks scary? Fantastic! Ask her if she cares. “…I don’t,” she would reply without a blink. Yeah, she’s that type of cat. The type who seems very, extremely boring and mean. The type who looks as if pouring salt on slugs was a form of entertainment. If you speak and say something stupid to her? Whitekit will be brutal. Not physically, of course. She’s not that strong. Brutal with her tongue. Blunt, rude, brash. Her mom mutters that she could make rocks cry with her sharp tongued ways. Cats that approach her at first attempt tend to throw away any other attempts of being her friend. No one wants to become friends with a cold, icy, rude she-cat, right? But, she’s not terribly rude. Rude, yes, but not as cruel as to hit low. She has pride, too, you know. She will never attempt at a low blow because, honestly, that’s not her style. Her style, if she really does hate you, is to expose you in all of your horrible-ness. Yeah, that’s how she plays the game. Okay, concentrate. First impressions. Let’s summarize. If you see her for the first time, you would (or should) immediately notice that she looks quite scary and mean. She’s a bit cold to new people and was dubbed “ice queen” by her mother.
Since we’re past first impressions, let’s look deeper into her. Let’s just say that you’ve become someone that she talks to often and trusts. Her friend. She transforms into someone that is quite intimidating and resembles a bully to someone who is actually quite nice and humorous in nature. You’d even note that she’s more of a victim than a bully! To her companions and loved ones, Frostedpaw is one who loves to crack jokes and make them smile. She’s kind to them and would even accompany them in life-threatening situations to make sure that they come back alive. This little cat will defend her loved ones with sharp words, and claws, if the situation calls for it. She’s actually quite silly, perhaps a little ditzy, to the ones who can get past her initial prickliness. Her closest friends use the words “silly, clumsy, humorous, clueless, and a bit stupid” to describe her. It’s actually quite a nice change from her first impression, right? She's sensitive, really, underneath the iciness. Frostedpaw gets lonely easily and enjoys having (though she won't show this) cats around her. Chester prevented her from being lonely, though. You might scoff at this, but Frostedpaw gets offended easily, having a sensitive pride. Of course, she won't show this, but you can tell that she's offended when her fur raises and her amber eyes narrow. She's a very realistic character and is a type of dream crusher, I suppose. Which causes her some trouble because she doesn't believe in StarClan like proper Clan cats should. Frostedpaw is actually quite the witty, snarky character. She's intelligent and clever, solving various puzzles and logic problems with particular ease. And her replies? Filled with snark.
Frostedpaw is the type to hold grudges. She holds grudges very well and her way of holding grudges is to make you regret turning against her. When angered, she tends to transform into this type of angry monster.
History::
"Not much, honestly. I was born in a quaint house with two Housefolk, a mother and a father, and alongside a brother. To be official, I'm older than Chester by about three minutes. I grew up with a mother; Perry was always so far. So close, but so far away. I saw him everyday, but our relationship never felt like a father-kit relationship. More like an acquaintanceship. In fact, I was told to call him 'Perry' and not 'Father' as soon as I opened my eyes. Why? Don't know. He didn't live with us, but visited frequently due to Elf's persistent begging. Every time he visited, he would wear a bored expression, but just the very sight of him would light up my mother's face. It was a little sad, you know, to see your mother pining after someone who didn't seem to return the same feelings. He treated Elf as if she were a minor annoyance. Minor being the key word. But Elf would stumble over her paws to make him happy...

Anyway, putting that subject aside, Chester and I grew up fairly normally. We used to cause lots of trouble in the household, shredding curtains, shattering vases, leaving fur all over the place, etc. Chester loved to nibble on our Housefolk's ears, something I found amusing, but they didn't. When I wasn't being annoyed by the little bugger, you would usually find my sitting outside in the herbal garden, just examining each one. It was quite interesting to study them, and I wanted to learn more, but never had the sources to. Life was normal. Perry continued with his weekly visits, Elf loved us, and Chester was as ditzy as ever.

It was when I turned eight months that my life turned upside down. My Housefolk vanished. Just...vanished. When I woke up the next morning, they were all gone. Mother had me and Chester follow her down the block to where Perry lived. He was reluctant, but decided to let us stay. Maybe because he knew how persistent Elf could get. Days later, Elf announced that she would be moving in with Perry; that his Housefolk seemingly approved. Chester and I resented, though, not wanting to live with a stranger, but what could we do? It wasn't as if we could simply just up and leave, stupid. We're kits! But when our new Housefolk took us on a trip in their strange, shiny, growling creature, I saw a chance to escape. They had stopped next to a beeping contraption and a nozzle was then placed into the creature's skin. The door was left open and my family was sleeping. It was then that I slipped out of the window and into the wild. The snow felt strange underneath my soft, pink pawpads. I've never seen something like it before, having live in a warm environment my while life. My paws sunk into the fluffy substance and I found it difficult to walk, but I still successfully escaped. Then, I stumbled across a group of cats. They smelled of the trees. Wild, feral. A tale Elf used to tell Chester and me in order to get us to sleep. They were huge and untamed, and I was terrified. But I tried not to look scared. After some arguing, they finally settled their minds and took me back to their camp."
Looks (written)::
First of all, I must address her build, height, and whatnot. Her bones are small, though not delicate. No, they're not as small as to crush underfoot so easily. Just small-boned, is all. You would wonder why she’s a small-looking thing, but all I can tell you is that she’s small-boned. Other cats tend to grow taller than her, but she doesn’t really mind. She’s grown used to having her height and build teased, so there’s nothing special there. Frostedpaw stands at a shorter height than a lot of kits. Do I need to put emphasis on her build again? Okay, here. A lot. She’s not incredibly short to be considered the tiniest kit in the nursery, but it’s enough to be considered one of the tiniest. If the Clan was to ask the kits to get in line from shortest in the front to taller in the back, Whitekit would immediately grumble indignantly and pad to the front of the line. It’s that simple. Small-boned and short. Small, too. A typical combination, right? But her smaller size allows her to wriggle through holes that most cannot and she has remarkable skill in flexibility. Her legs are average sized, if not short. Yeah, I bet you weren’t expecting that. Most small-boned cats have longer legs to assist them in the run, but I can tell you here that little Frostedpaw is not the same. Though she wishes to have longer legs and therefore be a faster, better runner, luck (and genetics) were not on her side when she was born. Instead, she was given slightly short legs. And all she can do to become a faster cat is to keep running. “This is unfair,” she would be saying just about now, “those long-legged cats have an advantage!” Yeah, yeah, she would often frown at her reflection due to her legs. It’s not only the height of her legs that she hates. It’s the way that they look. Her legs are slightly muscled, even for a kit’s, and therefore give her short legs a slight thick look. More than anything, she wants to be seen as a delicate, slender she-cat. So…yeah…she hates the trait.
Finally, we’re onto her fur colorings and whatnot. A relief, is it not? You see, it’s quite difficult to explain this little cat due to her size. So far, you know that she is small-boned, shorter than most, and quite insecure of her slightly short yet also slightly muscled legs. Her fur is long. Quite long, I must admit. It’s a questionable thing of why Whitestar didn’t name her “Cloudpaw” instead. Perhaps he was more captivated by Whitekit’s snowy fur? Let’s get one thing here out of the way. Frostedpaw is not a Persian cat. She, as far as she knows, does not carry a Persian cat anywhere in her bloodline. So before you go telling me that Frostedpaw is a Persian, you’d best read this whole section. She. Is. Not. A. Persian. Anyway, continuing on. Her fur is long, we know. It’s also remarkably soft to touch. If humans should touch it, they would be compelled to hold her to their chest and snuggle her because she resembles a soft, fluffy, warm pillow. Except that pillows don’t have claws, but that’s beside the point. Her fur is feathered outwards at her ears, elbows, and tail. It gives her more of this “royal,” look, I suppose, though she doesn’t think much of it. Though her fur looks thick thanks to the fluffiness, it’s actually pretty thin. It makes her have a less chance of drowning, since heavier-pelted cats would obviously drown faster. But during the leaf-bare, she is often found trying to conserve heat in some manner. I guess I should mention that Frostedpaw takes a very long time to heat up, huh? Even in the scorching green-leaf, this white she-cat doesn’t get hot very easily. Her definition of hot may be your definition of burning-my-flesh-off-while-I’m-alive hot. Maybe it’s her white fur? You know, because lighter colors tend to resist heat better than darker colors? Maybe it’s due to the thickness (or lack thereof) of her fur? Who knows? If you ask her, she’d simply shrug and mew, “It’s luck that I’m not burning to a pile of ashes like you guys.” With that smug smile of hers, of course. Whitekit’s fur, surprise, surprise, is white. It’s not just any white. It’s the color of freshly fallen snow; the freshest it could get. There are no other shades on her body. No other color to taint the pureness of her pelt. And lucky for this she-cat, her eyes are not blue. Blue-eyed white cats tend to be blind, remember? Instead, her eyes are an amber color. Solid amber that descends into a darker color as it zeroes in on the black slit of a pupil.
Looks (shortened ver.):: Well, there's no mistake in saying that Frostedpaw is small. She's the shortest, smallest apprentice in SunClan. One look at her and you'd think that she was perhaps a bigger kit, due to her size. Bones light, but not delicate, Frostedpaw is sure that she won't make a good warrior. The best she would be able to do is squirm free from her opponents. Anyway, Frostedpaw is a long-haired, pure white she-cat with feathered ears, cheeks, and tail. And that's it; she's just plain white. A boring shade, is it not? Her eyes are light amber, bordering a yellow.
Crush::
"Ha, even if I had one, why in the world would I tell you? But if I have to answer your stupid question, then no, I don't like anybody."
Mate::
"The 'stupidest question of the week' award goes to you! No, you thistle-brain, I don't have a mate."
Kin::
"You're a nosy, impolite, rude character, you know? I'll tell you, though, little creep. I have a mother named Elf, father named Perry, and brother called Chester."
Kits::
"Good news, your array of stupid questions will allow you to keep the award. My body is ready to have kits, yes, but why would I want one? They're such a hassle."
Other::
"Nothing else, unless the next question is going to be 'how big are your ears?'"

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Current name ::
"I was once known as Timberwolf, but I now go by Timberstar. Don't call me anything else."
Gender::
"Hah! Perhaps I should claw your face off for such questions! But if you are ever so curious, I am a male."
Clan::
"TwilightClan -- the strongest of all Clans."
Age:: (in moons)
"I believe that I am forty-five moons old."
Rank::
"Are you serious? Obviously, you have spent way too much time with the kittypets...I am the leader, you mousebrain! Hear me?"
Personality::
Emotionless, it seems, and only
History::
"Not much to it."
Timberstar was kitted by Bramblefrost in the nursery, like all kits were born. His father, however, was a rogue (or, at least it was rumored so) who hadn't bothered to show up ever since the birth of Timberkit. As a kit, Bramblefrost noticed that her kit was different. He was always the dominant one in games and often caused a lot of accidents. He was not afraid to snark off in front of authority and seemed to carry authority himself, despite being a kit! And during plays, he would often times injure the other kits, which made a majority of the queens dislike him. But nevertheless, he grew up normally and achieved deputy status. After the last leader, Nightstar, died, Timberwolf went to go retrieve his leader name and is now known as Timberstar.
Looks (written)::
A tall, muscled, yet lithe tomcat with a brown and black coat. He's got tabby markings on his face and flank, but across his spine there is a thick streak of black. His fur itself is short and rough, not in the slightest bit smooth and soft to touch, and his eyes are unlike most of TwilightClan. Instead of being dark brown, they are yellow in color.
Crush::
"Obviously not."
Mate::
"You're humorous. Your stupidity makes you humorous; if it weren't so funny, I might have your ears by now."
Kin::
"[url=http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HC_iJORcmts/TD94F2f3JYI/AAAAAAAABAQ/jar0SPupTdQ/s1600/fawnflower.jpg]Bramblefrost was the name of my mother, and my father is unknown. Many seem to think that he's a rogue, however, but I haven't bothered to find out. As far as I know, I am the only kit to her only litter."
Kits::
"I don't have time for such trivial things."
Other::
{ Answer Here }

[-Bacon]

{ This is... great o.o Puts my life to shame... lol xD But is there anyway that you might be able to add a shortened version of her appearance? I'm not saying to replace it, it is just that I need to put it on the front page, and I believe that it may be a bit too much... Sorry D: }

[elfish]

[[Sorry xD I'll add a shortened version~ Should be coming up soon.

EDITED: 'Kay, I've added a shortened version c:]]

[-Bacon]

{ Sorry again! D: But thanks anyway! :3 }
{ Once we get maybe, three or four more members? We can start c: }
{ So, your mission is... }
{ SPREAD THE WORD MINION! SPREAD THE WOOOOOORD }