What’s the name of this sweet girl;;
Morningfrost.
At an interesting age of;;
23 moons, trying to be the best warrior she can be.
Family, my dear;;
Morningfrost's mother and father live comfortably in the elder's den, and she sees them often. She was an only kit at birth, so she has no siblings. No live interests at the moment, but she has thought about toms before.
What does she do, with all that time;;
She's often up at the break of dawn and asleep earlier than most. That gives her a lot of time. Even though, Morningfrost isn't an apprentice, neither a medicine cat, she likes to help collect herbs and change the moss for the elders. She loves to hear their stories, even if she has heard them all before. She would have liked to be a medicine cat, but it wasn't exactly optional at the time. Her disability makes it harder to do anything else, though. She at least tries. When she isn't in camp, she's out wandering around and exploring the territory. She does this because she wants to feel it over and over so she can be sure-footed later. She is absolutely horrible at fighting, but hunting is completely out the door of opportunity. She knows how to use her senses, but she still has a lot of trouble.
How does this one move with so many colors;;
Morningfrost was obviously named for her coat. Her coat is the color of a fresh snow, untouched by any amount of color. She makes it a goal to stay clean and obviously freshly groomed, but it's kind of hard to do, quite frankly. Her fur thin and her frame if light and lithe. She isn't strong, but she can move fast. Her ‘keen’ eyes aren't all that cracked up to be- she's a bit a blind. Completely blind. Such a beautiful pale blue, even if she is blind.
Foe, Fiend, Friend, or Follower;;
Morningfrost is a brave girl and a young warrior. She knows she won’t ever be as much use as others and she has accepted that completely. She’s tried as hard as possible and still is. It doesn’t quite faze her, though. She does what she does and doesn’t really think much about it. She never has. Morningfrost has always been a very bubbly girl, and tries to cheer everyone up around her. It may not work but…. Hey, who can fault her?
While she may be kind at times, she can be a little bit…. Vicious at others. When she thinks she is right, she will stand by her decisions and opinions until the very. Freaking. END. She won’t stop to think about it once her mind has been made. She, of course, will not admit that she is wrong, either.
A story still being told;;
Morningfrost was born to a loner named Mint. She never had a father and sadly, Mint never wanted to be a mother. She left her poor, defenseless kit on the border of that mysterious clan. Morningfrost barely survived that night and when it was over, she was severely sick. She was found by a border patrol and taken in, but it was almost too late She stayed in the medicine cat den for moons, but she got better. She lost her sight, though. While she’ll never see, at least she was saved. Once she was healthy enough to leave and be a kit, she was seven moons. She couldn’t be apprenticed because she was too small, etc. It took forever, but she was eventually apprenticed and taught the best she could be, but she’ll never be too much use in comparison to other cats of the clan.
