Post by owlhoot on Jan 1, 2019 19:45:43 GMT
| Frostnose | 56 Moons | Warrior | Nightclan | Male |
LOOKS Frostnose is a tom with a smaller build and short silver tabby fur. He has white fur starting on his muzzle and running down his underbelly all the way down to his tail-tip. He has white socks on all four of his paws. The tom has large ears, a trait that seems to run in his family, and striking yellow green eyes. Although he may be small, Frostnose is muscular where he lacks height. | ||||
| PERSONALITY Silence. Frostnose shrouds himself within silence and prefers not to include himself in small talk, solely because he thinks conversing is a waste of energy and time. When he does talk with others, he tries, in vain, to follow the patterns of conversation that he senses around himself. This often turns into simple, awkward, and unemotional moments between the tom and any clan mate. It’s not that he doesn’t care about those around him, but the fact that he never learned to truly connect with other cats. Lacking these social skills, the tom became more and more frustrated with himself and his clanmates that he slowly began to pull away from everyone. He tried to connect with his sister, but she only got a mate, without consulting him. Frostnose was hurt, alone, and frustrated. He’s resorted to not attempting to have conversations, and to just be the loyal tom he has always wanted to be. Within himself, he desires to be friendly, but he also wants to serve his clan better than anyone before him. Frostnose is in constant turmoil between the two. Underlying it all, the tom is quite determined to always be correct. He wants to know everything and experience everything he can. These experiences should improve his reputation within the clan, something he has always strived for. Jealousy is the final, and most painful flaw Frostnose has. He, as previously established, wishes to be social and have a great reputation. His sister has both of these things. She never fails to have a good time, and somehow she became deputy. In a way, Aspensky is everything Frostnose wants to be. She is the cat he looks up to most, but at the same time, the cat he most despises. His compassion for her never died, but it has become buried under moons of anger and jealousy. | ||||
| HISTORY Frostnose was originally Frostkit, born alongside Aspenkit to she-cat Blossomwing and tom Whitesky. From a young age, he felt different from his sister, who easily played and enjoyed the company of all her peers. The tom struggled to attempt conversation, for he always became too nervous in the presence of others. Instead of facing these fears, he confided and resorted to his parents, the two cats he trusted most. They taught him the ease of conversation, how simple it was to speak and ask others. Both of them volunteered reasons to keep talk short and brief, and their beliefs would stick with young Frostkit for many moons. As an apprentice, the tom tried relentlessly to use these forms of conversation as his parents taught him. His original friend, his only true friend, Aspenpaw, seemed frustrated by his simple format, and they drifted further apart as time went by. His mentor was silent and rather uninterested in his apprentice's affairs, leaving Frostpaw with no one but himself. He learned to train in silence, the only noise being the heavy breathing of himself and the occasional mutter of correction from his mentor. In this form of training, the tom began to excel in most everything he did, even as the effects of being truly alone began to wear him down. Finally, the tom and his sister attempted a final patching of his family. Whitesky, his father, offered to come along on their hunting expedition. It was ill-fated. For the moons to come, Frostpaw would blame himself for not sensing the fox, but most of all, for not using his training to stop the death of his father. He grieved greatly afterward, and refused to accept help from anyone. He was terrified of letting everyone else down. He was remorseful because he would never get to have that chance to understand his father. The male forgot about his sister, only focusing on trying to force out his own emotions. Every time she approached him, he turned her away. He was scared that if they began to bond again, he would hurt her. He began to believe that all of his personal attempts to hold conversations were foolish and would all end badly. He couldn't talk. He had lost the ability when he had asked his parents for advice all those moons ago. Watching his sister, jealousy became a sinister friend. She moved and made friends with ease. Her conversations were fluid and her intentions nothing but kind. Everytime he reached out to speak with her, or anyone else, the conversation was short and awkward. He never knew what to talk about, so he resorted to not talking once more. He let jealousy rule his life. He watched, envious, as his sister gained friends where he lost them. Becoming a warrior was nothing exciting for Frostnose. He remained the same cat, wishing for a better life. Moments came and went, but a bitter moment stuck out like a dead bush. The cat he was most envious of had completely betrayed him. It shouldn't have mattered, but for some reason, it did. The tom noticed the love families were supposed to share, and compared it to the lack of communication he saw from his sister and himself. He constantly reminded himself why it had to be that way, yet he was still upset when Aspensky announced she had a mate without bothering to consult him. It wasn't even the fact that she was with a she-cat. That didn't faze him. It was the idea that she did not trust him enough to tell him who she loved and the status of her relationship. Oddly, the tom blamed himself. He was the one who cut off their communications, and it was ultimately his fault that no attempt had been taken by Aspensky to consult him. But life continued. An apprentice came his way, and left. Aspensky became even more loved, and eventually became deputy. Frostnose continued to ponder whether to ask help from his sister, or continue his unemotional ways. Time and time again, he chose the latter. | ||||
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