miss frostrose, will winter ever end?

[sincerely, remmi.]

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r o l e p l a y e r : REMMi
c h a r a c t e r s : CROSSBLADE
e - m a i l : N/A

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she was branchclan's beloved frostkit.
and then the girl started to bloom as frostpaw.
after 19 moons she's a warrior, blessed as frostrose.

P E R S O N A : There are so many words to describe the young she-cat, but yet, she never heard any words that described herself fully, through her shallow ends and deep moments, it was either this or that. But she didn't work like that, Frostrose was a swirl of emotions, she had always been a little bit of a brat, a bit of a sweetheart, a bit of a strong warrior, and a bit of a softly-spoken maiden in nursery tales. She was always just that girl named Frost.

Her personality, however, depended much on her appearance, not the other way around with most cats. First and foremost, Frostrose is an actress. She acts out herself, Frostrose who had any toms she wanted drooling at her paws with the right look and movements, Frostrose who could excuse herself from bothering tasks with her acting and brilliant excuses, Frostrose who could take down a tom using her head, and if needed, her charm. But underneath all that, all those acting, she's still Frostrose, this one just a lonely ice princess who cares deeply for all her siblings but wouldn't be caught dead actually showing it due to her infamous pride.

It would appear that she's just a fake but no. She's not playing around the role of some stranger, she's playing out herself, from the bad to the good. It's all her.

The she-cat is, if you haven't noticed already, quite bright. Frostrose isn't just a pretty face, she's thoughtful, not in the sympathetic and understanding way, but the cunning and strategistical kind of way. She's intelligent, not widely known for her brains as her sibling Lightfall is, but for the small witty remarks and tactical planning that makes her the beloved Frostrose.

No one ever doubted of her capability to rule the world, why, with her looks and her brains, she could cause some real damage. But the thing is, Frostrose doesn't bother with troublesome matters. She's not lazy persay, it's just that when you have resources, why bother with things like getting herself some lunch while she could have someone else get it for her and ecetera. And giving orders and trying to have everything together would be very much bothersome. Besides, the chose to follow the warrior code and Frostrose keeps her promises or she doesn't make them at all. Which is rather odd because being an actor she is, you'd think she'd lie all the time.

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ivory white she-cat with light gray flecks
and dark coral orange eyes.

A P P E A L : She's everything any she-cat would want for a figure. Slender body, graceful legs, bold facial features, lean muscles under a lush and tightly wrapped pelt, she's the definition of a beauty. She has the looks that brings out the best and the worst in cats, makes them whisper in envy, makes them stop and look twice, makes them unable to help themselves from staring. She's has that special kind of wonder.

Her built is a pleasant petite, not tiny, but a built that makes her look charming and vulnerable in a quite alluring perspective. Frostrose has curves and she makes them useful with her sharp and direct movements, every step with her confident air and her chin held high has cats drop their jaws when she arrives to a scene.

She has a gentle white fur, not the bleached and blinding but gentle, just like snow. She has a medium length fur, a tad longer in leaf-bare, but other than that, her fur length doesn't vary much. As Frostrose got older, some pale flecks across her flank appeared, barely noticeable, but undeniably there.

Her facial features are, to say simply, interesting. She has sharp, triangle ears, smooth curves for a jawline and small, charming lips that knows exactly when to open. Her eyes would stand out the most, not blue as some cats might think but the opposite, a bright shade of a dark coral orange. It's a shade lighter and friendlier than a ominous shade of red although if she was granted with an absolutely horrible mood her eyes could become rather frightening.

Frostrose has admirers drooling at her heels without breaking a sweat and she can't help but enjoy the attention. Surely, she did deserve this fame, right?

T A T T O O : Flowers are pretty things, but they're also vain. Roses are also pretty, probably more vain if they had personalities but they have something other flowers don't. They have thorns, just like Frostrose has a protective, icy barriers that makes others hard to approach her. Her tattoo represents that aspect of Frostrose.

It's not a rose. That's what most cats see, or to be precise, don't in the tangled web of rose vines. Just vines and thorns and occasional leaf mingled in. There's no flowers, but yet, her tattoo is still beautiful with the complex strands weaving around her right back leg.

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H i S T O R Y : Softcloud must have known what she was doing, after all, this was her third litter. Frostrose's mother had already mated with two different toms in the past, there was no scandal or anything of that sort about the matter, Softcloud was just never very obliged into relationships and neither was her partners. But then, she met Riftchasm. He was someone she felt a deep connection to, not just someone who would give her kits -- she loved him and he loved her back.

When Frostkit was born, her sweet appearance charmed the clan including her half-brother Lightfall instantly. She was named Frostkit after her pale white pelt adorned with faint gray specks across her flank, giving the impression of a morning snowfall. The name fit her, in more ways than one.

Her kithood passed blissfully with her sister, Riverkit and her not actual blood-siblings, Flowerkit and Bramblekit, but she loved them all as if they were. Frostkit did not show any special talents for hunting like her sister Riverkit who excelled at pouncing and capturing, neither was she exceptionally strong like her older half-brother Stormclaw. Instead, she proved to be very convincing, using her sweet childish face to make her siblings and her littermates play with her to her heart's content. By the time she became a warrior, Frost could have brainwashed any tom in the forest that clouds were black and voles cloud fly.

There was more than a few average aspects of the kit, for instance, she loved nursery tales. Frostkit absolutely adored when Softcloud spun tales of beautiful maidens swept by handsome deputies before the queen lulled Riverkit and herself to sleep. It was a guilty pleasure, really, when no one was looking, she'd pretend she was the damsel, curtsying to invisible knights and loyal peasants. Then, she became an apprentice and stopped her childish acts.

She became Lightfall's apprentice on her sixth moon while Riverpaw was apprentice to Talltree. Her apprentice training was, to be blunt, rather easy. Frostpaw was bright and intelligent, just like her mentor. She'd analyze her targets and prey efficiently before carrying out a tactic and often succeeding. When she didn't, she'd find a different approach to a 'problem' and sooner or later (often sooner,) she'd have her victory.

Things were blissful to Frostpaw in her first weeks of her apprentice-hood, she was still cute and still so very lovable. But only a moon or two later, the accident happened.
And she wasn't there.

The moment she came back to camp, she rushed towards the medicine cats den after seeing her family crowded around the den, the mothers crying and the fathers grim-faced. Flowerpaw - no, Flowerpelt, was dead. The only emotion she could register that moment was how odd it all was. No one in her large family had died before. After then she couldn't feel anything between cats' sobs and soft mummers.

Frostpaw never expressed any sadness, instead she perfected her acting skills. This time, not playing stupid princesses like she did as a child, but the role of herself, someone who could be the best.

While her training was going brilliantly the next few moons, her social status was going berserk. Toms started to stare and she-cats started to talk as Frostpaw shed from her cute, harmless, and childish look to a quite pretty young female. She was quite aware of the back talking that went on around her but she pretended not to notice. After all, she was good at pretending.

Frostpaw became Frostrose in a blink of an eye, her name clearly stating her beauty. The next three moons passed even quicker. Not long after her warrior ceremony, her father died while protecting her and Riverrush. She was there, unlike the incident with Flowerpelt but she couldn't do anything about keeping her father alive either.

It was undeniable, she became prettier and smarter and she used cats to her heart's content. Frostrose was recognized in BranchClan as the cunning and heartless maiden, a she-cat who had cats eating out of her paws, a cat either you loved or hated.

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R P - E X A M P L E : see crossblade's bio.

[⋆ -- fALLEN __ [s t a r]]

so pretty. <3

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