Name: Frostpaw (Frostpetal)
Gender: She-cat/Female
Age: 7 moons
Ashclan, Emberclan, or Outsider: Ashclan
Looks: 
Frostpaw is a dainty she-cat, much smaller and leaner than most. For her age, she is a great deal smaller than her fellow apprentices, as she was the runt of her litter of four. Icy blue eyes are what gained her her name, as they are quite similar to the frost that coats the blades of grass on a leaf-bare morning. Her white fur has characteristic brown lynx-point markings, her cheeks and forehead with a subtle patch of brown fur and her legs and tail coated in the deep color. The markings on her leg and tail are rings and stripes, reminiscent of traditional tabby patterns. Large ears sit atop her head, oversized in comparison to the rest of her body. Wispy white hairs emerge from them. Long whiskers sprout from her muzzle.
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice (or Apprentice if not chosen)
Personality: Frostpaw has always been rather gentle, kind soul due to some abuse from her siblings in the past. Fighting has always frightened her, and she tries to avoid physical conflict in any way possible. However, if someone challenges her verbally, she will spit right back at them. She tries her hardest to be patient with her patients, but if someone rubs her the wrong way or won't listen, she can be even more stubborn than they and won't budge an inch.
Mate/Crush: None (may have crush until becomes healer)
Role-play Sample: The rainforest was already alive with activity by the time Frostpaw awoke from her nest. The birds were chirping throughout the jungle, and she found herself alone in the apprentice den.
"Oh, mousedung! I overslept!" she thought with a huff. Slowly standing and shaking the moss from her fur, the young she-cat padded through the den entrance, pushing the fronds of the ferns aside with her face. Already, the hunting patrol had just returned and brought a bounty of freshkill along. Her stomach growled in anticipation, but as she approached the pile, she was scolded by an older warrior that knew she had just risen from slumber. Bowing her head respectfully, Frostpaw backed away from the fresh-kill pile and turned to gaze out at the camp. Perhaps Mangoheart was busy sorting herbs already! Weaving through the cats that bustled throughout the clearing, Frostpaw arrived at the entrance to her mentor's den. With a hearty meow, she greeted her,
"Good morning, Mangohheart! What shall we do today?" her tailed twitching with anticipation. Becoming a healer was always her ambition, although she was sad to give up the things that normal warriors were able to experience, like finding a mate and having kits. However, she knew that Starclan had a larger plan for her than she even knew, and if this was the path she was destined to take, so be it. As Mangoheart instructed her, she nodded and set her eyes to the floor to gaze at her work, then began.
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