Blackfrost
Gender: Tomcat
Clan: WindClan
Age: 16 moons
Clan position: warrior
Appearance: Eye color: ice blue
Fur color: short black
Any markings: he has a white like lions mane but short hair ofc.
Scars: (Does he/she have any scars?) he has some notches in his ears from his warrior life style. Additionally, he has a deep scar on his throat hidden by his fur. This gives him a whisper like, almost raspy voice
Personality: quiet, two faced, smart, unassuming, sly, cruel, cold hearted, adept at lying and presenting his false image.
Likes: kitty-pets, patrols, fighting, and any activity that makes him a better warrior.
Dislikes: clan cats, hunting for food, the warrior's code, and anything that holds back his progress as a warrior
Fears: anything that takes away his breath brings an intense fear.
Other: blackfrost is quiet most of the time on account of his poor voice. When he does speak often times it is in a rude, sly, or, cruel manner unless within the presence of a fellow clan mates or would be “associates”, where in he acts noble and wise. He is a two faced cat. In front of his clan mates and those he wishes to use he follows the warrior code without fail, he acts noble, brave, and wise. In truth he despises all clan cats and the warrior's code above all things.
He often breaks the code in private though he is careful to leave little or no evidence of his transgressions. He secretly hunts mentors and their apprentices roaming other territories for the pleasure of finding such a treat. His only purpose is to destroy the clans . He makes many allies, as many as he can, and holds no loyalty to anyone except on a whim and as serves his ultimate purpose. He prizes speed, silence, and in general stealth above all other skills. Thanks to his childhood he has a fascination with death and with StarClan. On his list of vengeance ThunderClan is foremost while WindClan resides as almost an after thought in last place.
SPECIALS Stats: Strength: 6
Paws:3
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 8
Leaping:3
Speed: 9
History: Blackfrost was born to a pair of rogue parents during leaf-bare. His mother and many of his siblings died during that brutal leaf-bare. He learned his skills from his father at least at the start of his life. He has two sisters who also survived, however, they became kitty-pets. He is therefore well disposed toward kitty-pets as a rule and sees no issue eating with his sisters when times are hard and food is scarce, though he keeps this a very deep secret.
When he was 5 moons old he was hunting with his father in ThunderClan territory. They were set upon by two fierce she-cat warriors. During the struggle his father was killed and he sustained a grievous wound to his throat. He struggled until he blacked out trying in vain to avenge his father. When he awoke he found himself with WindClan's medicine cat. He had been rescued by a passing warrior who had also been skulking about in enemy territories. Seeing blackfrost's bravery the tom brought him home. From that day forward he became a member of WindClan. he worked hard for the clan in order to become strong and to take revenge on those who had killed his father and maimed him so cruelly. Yet, his time with the WindClan only showed him that all clans are cut from the same cold cruel cloth and yet there is safety within the clans that is not afforded in other life styles.
Sample RP segment: Blackfrost was heading toward the river near to the riverclan camp hoping to chance upon a RiverClan cat to banish his boredom. He was supposed to be out hunting but he had not found much and so had slunk away for a more pleasurable pursuit. He dart from one small bit of cover to the next as was his habit. His paw steps barely making a whisper as he darted toward his destination. He kept his ears perked and eyes alert for trouble. Every now and then he would pause to take a deep breath searching the wilderness scent for it's denizens. The nearer he drew the more cautious he became.
Then, at last he picked it out, the scent of another cat. He cocked his head curiously at the scent, it was not just riverclan, it was also fear. He stalked ever closer until at last the keening fear filled wails reached his ears. He swiveled his ears slightly homing in on the noise.
It was a call for help. He carefully made his way to the river bank hiding withing the scrub brush and rushes. There struggling with all it's might was a kit. He could not tell from which clan the kit had come from though he assumed it must be riverclan. He lay hidden watching in amusement as the kit struggled to reach the shoreline and life. He wondered if any other cats had heard the kit as it pleaded in vain for help. He wondered if the fear scent had reached the riverclan camp. He watched and he waited hoping for perhaps a queen to make her way out to the river's edge. He would set upon the queen in a fury of shard claws he thought in cruel delight. Yet as time passed no one came, and the kit was growing weary. He rose slowly and quietly. He knew the warriors code demanded that he save this kit, but he had no intention of fooling around in such a way.
If starclan wanted this kit they could have it, after all it was one less he would need to deal with in the future. He carefully checked his surrounding to be sure he was not being watched before stepping slightly out of cover. Finding no one , certain of their solitude he made as loud a hiss as he could trying to draw the kits attention. The kit struggled to swim oblivious to this new addition to it's surroundings. Mentally Blackfrost cursed his weak voice and laying down once more he watched the last of the kits struggle in annoyance. He had wanted to add to the fear, to present hope that would be cruelly taken away at the last moment. Now he simply watched as the kit finally sank into the running water. What a waste of time he thought as he slunk away returning once more to the boredom of the hunt.
(Acceptance)
