Post by frostpool on Dec 29, 2007 1:41:22 GMT -5
Another interesting trait of Frostpool’s is that she never truly shows her feelings. She is very reserved, once you really get to know her, and so her thoughts and feelings are often blocked. Since most of her littermates died before she could get to know them, she isn’t use to confiding in others and so whenever one wants her to confide in them she usually snaps at them to go away, even though deep inside she’s dying to do so. She doesn’t understand friendship, in a way, since most of her life she was always training to become a medicine cat . She is shy actually, when it comes to her inner being, but she will never admit that to anyone. She is very strong at heart, even though she is shy deep down, and will always stand up for what she believes in. She’s good with her clan when they are in need of her help, but when it comes to friendship, she shies away like a deer caught in headlights. Another thing about Frostpool is that with her words, she tends to sound cruel, but she is only trying to get her clan mates to understand. If she hurts you with her words, she probably most of the time didn’t mean it. She is not a heartless cat like many often think, and those who do think that are the ones that barely really know her. Just remember this: she loves all of her clan mates. What kind of medicine cat would she be if she didn’t?
History:
[Kittenhood]
Frostkit was born into ShadowClan by her mother, Gypsyheart, and her father, Dragontail. Both were extremely loyal warriors, and they loved Frostkit dearly. Most of the reason of why they did was because she turned out to be the only kit in their litter. The other three died of whitecough, a common leaf-bare disease. It tore both of them apart, knowing that they would only have one little kitten from now on. So they took care of her with as much heart as they had left…but one day, one cold foggy morning, both of them died bravely in battle. Many did not expect it because they were both talented warriors, skilled at both fighting and hunting. But it was time that they joined the ranks of StarClan, and nobody understood why. Nobody, especially Frostkit. She was forced to take the milk of another queen, and not her mothers. It was hard for the little kit, but she grew to be loved by her and by many.
[Apprenticeship]
So Frostpaw grew up knowing she had no parents. It wasn’t really hard for her, like most had thought it would be. She grew up with the idea, and it wasn’t like she had known her parents well when she had been just a kit. Many took pity on her, but Frostpaw wouldn’t dare let them once she knew. She didn’t want to be pitied, she wanted to be respected. And so after little thought, she decided that she wanted to be a medicine cat for her clan. She became the medicine cat apprentice and learned all that she needed. But mostly, she learned all that she wanted. She wanted to show her clan that she didn’t need parents to be just as good as them. She would prove to her clan that just because she grew up with no family, it didn’t make her weak. In fact, it only made Frostpaw stronger. She didn’t need a family or friends at all. In fact, she learned quickly that she was better off without them. She learned her herbs and poultices quickly, and she wouldn’t let anything stand in her way of becoming ShadowClan’s next medicine cat.
[Dutyship]
And soon, Frostpaw became Frostpool. Her mentor had been like an elder, so when she died to join the ranks of StarClan, ShadowClan didn’t hesitate to make Frostpool the next medicine cat for the clan. The clan knew that she had it in her and they didn’t doubt that she would be great at her job. She had proved well in her apprenticeship, and it is now her time to serve her clan fully and completely. At first, the clan was wary of their medicine cat's new ways. She had a sharp tongue and an odd way of acknowledging things, but after awhile they soon began to respect her. And honestly, that was what Frostpool wanted all along. This is why she became a medicine cat.
RP Sample:
"And what happens when you stick your head in a bee hive?" snapped Frostpool, her small dappled ears flattened peculiarly against her head. She was sitting down next to her patient, a mischevious little apprentice lying in a nest, with her long black spotted tail resting over her two front paws. The apprentice had been stung by many bees after climbing up a tree to poke his whole in a bee hive. Who knew apprentices could be so foolish? His curiousity had obviously gotten the better of him.
"I o-only wanted t-to know w-what it was." the apprentice mewed feebly, his eyes squinted shut. Frostpool snorted in dissapproval and opened the apprentice's mouth slightly with her paw to dip some poppy seeds in it. "Swallow." Frostpool demanded, narrowing her eyes. "It will help with the shock." Frostpool had already given him coltsfoot, a flowering plant that helps shortness of breath, and have also gaven him the white liquid inside a dandelion stem, which cured bee stings. But if the stings started to swell, she would have to get stinging nettle to drive away the posion. She now only had to wait until the apprentice healed properly to be sent back to the apprentice's den.
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