Post by wιтcн ⛥ on Aug 9, 2016 8:13:45 GMT
frostwave of windclan
frost- → a deposit of small white ice crystals formed on the ground or other surfaces when the temperature falls below freezing. her mother was unable to name her, and her father wanted nothing to do with her. her elder sister - who also acted as her mother - decided she would name her little sister. she looked down at the small kit, her pelt reminding her of the frost that collected on the branches of shrubs during leaf-bare, and so, she named her frostkit.
-wave → a long body of water curling into an arched form and breaking on the shore. her presence among her clanmates became overwhelmingly noticeable as she grew into the warrior she was meant to me. she had no shame, no filter, and emanated power wherever she placed her paws. these strong feelings, like waves crashing on the shores, urged tornstar to gift her with her warrior name, frostwave.
-wave → a long body of water curling into an arched form and breaking on the shore. her presence among her clanmates became overwhelmingly noticeable as she grew into the warrior she was meant to me. she had no shame, no filter, and emanated power wherever she placed her paws. these strong feelings, like waves crashing on the shores, urged tornstar to gift her with her warrior name, frostwave.
F A M I L Y
always and forever
always and forever
auburnflame, mother | died during birth
erminestrike, father | succumbed to injuries
hareheart, brother | killed by a monster
kestrelcall, brother | killed in battle
silverstone, sister | died of redcough
mousebelly, brother | fell to death
owleyes, brother | succumbs to injuries
rowanspots, ex-mate | killed in battle
rosekit, daughter | stillborn
russetkit, daughter | stillborn
yarrowkit, son | fading kit syndrome
H I S T O R Y
blame it on the tragedy
blame it on the tragedy
the silver-blue tabby glanced in the fretting tom's direction, worry etched on her face. he was wearing out the grass in front of the nursery with his pacing, growling in frustration every few minutes. have faith, erminestrike; riverstorm knows what she's doing. the solid cream warrior shot the queen a disbelieving look. he couldn't argue with her, for riverstorm was an experienced medicine cat, but his mate... she was old, weak, yet she'd been determined to bring this last kit into the world.
erminestrike? not so much.
silence enveloped the nursery - the entire camp, really - for all held their breath as they waited for riverstorm to appear. and when she finally poked her head from out of the nursery, her head bowed, erminestrike's heart dropped and blood turned to ice. no... he croaked, refusing to believe what he knew in his heart to be true. the silver-blue tabby rushed past the medicine cat, erminestrike shoulder past her as well.
a heartbroken mew escaped him as he collapsed in front of his mate, burying his face in her fur. the quiet mewlings of a single kit reached his ears and he picked his head up, moss green gaze pooling with anger as they rested on the small white kit that had taken his beloved auburnleaf away from him. back off, erminestrike, the silver-blue tabby snarled, tucking the little kit closer to her belly, preparing to fight off her father if his anger got the best of him.
his eyes narrowed to slits in light of his eldest daughter's actions. may that kit be cursed by the dark forest. she killed your mother, and you wish to protect her? to keep her alive? he snorted in disbelief, shaking his head in disapproval as she snarled at his words. i, for one, want nothing more to do with the monster. the silver-blue tabby gasped in shock at his words, watching as her father took her mother's body from the nursery.
she guided the little kit, wailing from hunger to her belly and smiled warmly as she latched on. it'll be okay, little sister, she mewed, lifting sorrowful blue eyes that gazed out of the nursery and into the clearing. i won't let anything happen to you, my little frostkit.
erminestrike and his mate, auburnflame, were senior warriors. their time for kits had passed... or so they thought. when auburnflame fell pregnant again, her mate begged her to get rid of it. despite already being weakened by age and sickness, she refused to do as erminestrike wished. she didn't mind risking her life to bring her kit into the world, which is exactly what she did.
their elder daughter, silverstone, took it upon herself to raise her younger sister. she'd recently had her own litter of kits, but none had survived. erminestrike was furious with his eldest daughter -- he didn't understand how she could want the very kit that killed her mother - his mate - alive. he vowed to have nothing to do with the newest addition to his family, called her a murderer, a monster, and became absent in his daughters' lives.
mousebelly and hareheart were the only two of her four elder brothers to be in her life. much like their father, kestrelcall and owleyes wanted nothing to do with their youngest sister.
their elder daughter, silverstone, took it upon herself to raise her younger sister. she'd recently had her own litter of kits, but none had survived. erminestrike was furious with his eldest daughter -- he didn't understand how she could want the very kit that killed her mother - his mate - alive. he vowed to have nothing to do with the newest addition to his family, called her a murderer, a monster, and became absent in his daughters' lives.
mousebelly and hareheart were the only two of her four elder brothers to be in her life. much like their father, kestrelcall and owleyes wanted nothing to do with their youngest sister.
the sharp pains in her side had woken her up moments ago, but she was desperately trying to ignore them. frostpaw, her mentor whined, prodding at her side again,wake up, furball. but she didn't want to wake up. she'd been dreading this day ever since the brown tabby had told her about it, and she absolutely refused to move a muscle. i don't wanna', the white apprentice grumbled, covering her face with her dust brown tail. her mentor sighed, pawing her apprentice's tail out of her face and rolling her honey amber eyes.
you're being a big kit, frostpaw. the apprentice mewled, ice blue eyes sparkling with mischief. the older brown tabby glared down at her apprentice, rising to her paws before getting behind her apprentice and promptly shoving her out of her nest. the white she-cat let out a surprised squeak, rolling onto her paws and resting her angered gaze on her mentor. i'm not going, briaflame; i'm not. the brown tabby stalked over to her apprentice until they were nose to nose and still, the little white cat refused to back down. you're such a stubborn cat, frostpaw. who's the mentor around here, huh? i told him we were going and we're going, got that?
realizing her mentor was serious this time, the she-cat's face crumbled. she was no longer the commanding presence her mentor knew her to be. no, the cat standing before here replicated a frightened kit, with her eyes pleading and her tail tucked between her leg. please, briarflame. he only organized this training session so he could torment me; you know that. please... moments passed, but finally briarflame's gaze softened.
there would be no training session with frostpaw's father today.
growing up, frostkit only had silverstone, mousebelly, and hareheart to play with. all of the other kits in the nursery either disinterested little frostkit or were unwilling to get to know her. she was a social butterfly at her, but she just didn't think they were worth her time -- not everyone deserved to be talked to.
and so, while the other kits were playing games and tackling one another like they were enemies, frostkit was learning the basic hunting and fighting techniques from her uncles. silverstone didn't approve, often shooed her brothers away when she felt they were going too far -- she wanted her little sister to enjoy being a kit while it lasted.
she would never miss the disapproving glare of her father from across the clearing. froskit had the sort of personality where she felt as though she was on top of the world, that she could do anything, but looking into her father's eyes - those deep, golden pools of pure, unadulterated hatred - made her shrink back like the tiny kit she was.
he was the only cat who ever made her feel inferior.
when she finally reached her sixth moon, she couldn't have been more excited. she reveled in the clan roaring her name, silverstone being the loudest of them all -- she was so proud. brindleflame was to be her mentor, a fierce brown tabby with honey amber eyes pooling with wisdom. and although frostpaw was brought up to respect her elders, brindleflame still had to put up with her apprentice's stubborn personality and sarcastic remarks.
the two had a long journey together.
and so, while the other kits were playing games and tackling one another like they were enemies, frostkit was learning the basic hunting and fighting techniques from her uncles. silverstone didn't approve, often shooed her brothers away when she felt they were going too far -- she wanted her little sister to enjoy being a kit while it lasted.
she would never miss the disapproving glare of her father from across the clearing. froskit had the sort of personality where she felt as though she was on top of the world, that she could do anything, but looking into her father's eyes - those deep, golden pools of pure, unadulterated hatred - made her shrink back like the tiny kit she was.
he was the only cat who ever made her feel inferior.
when she finally reached her sixth moon, she couldn't have been more excited. she reveled in the clan roaring her name, silverstone being the loudest of them all -- she was so proud. brindleflame was to be her mentor, a fierce brown tabby with honey amber eyes pooling with wisdom. and although frostpaw was brought up to respect her elders, brindleflame still had to put up with her apprentice's stubborn personality and sarcastic remarks.
the two had a long journey together.
ears twitched at the sound of her father's bellowing. his outrage was directed towards a skinny, long-legged, ink black warrior who'd come bearing unsettling news: rowanpaw, her father's apprentice, was missing. the she-cat leaped to her paws, her own heart dropping at the news. how could you be so irresponsible? and you have a responsibility to him -- he's your brother! as her father preached to the young warrior about the importance of blood, she couldn't help the disbelieving scoff that pushed its way past her lips.
how could he act so high and mighty about such a topic when he ignored his youngest daughter?
classic move, dad. with a roll of crystalline blue eyes, the apprentice rose to her paws and eased out of the den, watching as warriors, both young and old, gathered around her father to hear this news. tornthroat immediately organized patrols to search for the young tom and, with all the commotion going on within the camp, the white apprentice found it rather easy to slip out of camp and onto the open moors of her homeland.
the glory of finding him didn't appeal to her much -- she was genuinely concerned for the tom and his well-being.
she was one of the best trackers in the clan, so it took no time at all to pick up her fellow apprentice's scent -- he smelled of the wind that brushed the moors and the rabbits they chased.
he smelled like the very essence of windclan.
she came to a dip in the moors, eyes squinting in the coming nightfall. she latched on to the reddish-brown shape of her fellow apprentice, pacing back and forth in front of what appeared to be... wait, was that a hole? tilting her head, she called out to the tom before swiftly coming to his side, tail lashing behind her as she peered into the depths of the hole, eyes alight with curiosity.
there was a faint outline of a scrawny shape and piercing, yellow-green eyes peering at them through the darkness. casting a questioning gaze in rowanpaw's direction, the tom explained the situation as quickly as he could: while out with his brother, he'd heard this kit's cries for help. he'd aimed to save it, but had no clue how to do so.
The gears began to turn in the she-cat's brain and she sent her denmate off to find something that would help. in his absence, the she-cat herself dropped down into the hole, murmuring words of comfort to the frightened kit and awaiting rowanpaw's return.
frostpaw's first moon as an apprentice was rather... eventful, to say the least. she'd brought rowanpaw back, alongside a malnutritioned, terrified kit. her father was not pleased - but when was he ever when it came to her - that she'd brought something so impure back to camp, but the queens flocked to her defense, spitting at erminestrike and saying that any cat with a heart would've done the same. frostpaw was praised for her quick thinking and resourcefulness when it came to saving the kit, but both she and rowanpaw received a moon of searching the elders for ticks and fleas as punishment: rowanpaw, for disappearing from his elder brother's presence without a word, and frostpaw for easing her way out of camp and going on a solo rescue mission.
in her tenth moon, tragedy struck her little family. during a border skirmish with riverclan, her father was fatally wounded. he was brought back to camp on the verge of death and, their differences forgotten, the white she-cat raced over to her father. and as she begged for him to hang on just a little longer, told him that riverstorm was going to make him all better, he begged for her forgiveness in the same breath. but there was nothing to forgive and as he took his last breath, a heart-wrenching wail broke from the young apprentice, a cry for the father that she never really knew.
the apprentice threw herself into training after that -- it was nonstop hunting, nonstop battle training, and rowanpaw (who'd grown close to her over the moons), was concerned that she would work herself to death. still bitter about the death of her beloved father, she spat at rowanpaw, told him to worry about himself instead of hovering over her as though she were a kit.
but he wasn't completely wrong in his concerns, for the she-cat collapsed during battle training, right on the cusp of her warrior ceremony. much to her dismay, stormstar pushed her warrior ceremony back until she made a complete recovery.
in her tenth moon, tragedy struck her little family. during a border skirmish with riverclan, her father was fatally wounded. he was brought back to camp on the verge of death and, their differences forgotten, the white she-cat raced over to her father. and as she begged for him to hang on just a little longer, told him that riverstorm was going to make him all better, he begged for her forgiveness in the same breath. but there was nothing to forgive and as he took his last breath, a heart-wrenching wail broke from the young apprentice, a cry for the father that she never really knew.
the apprentice threw herself into training after that -- it was nonstop hunting, nonstop battle training, and rowanpaw (who'd grown close to her over the moons), was concerned that she would work herself to death. still bitter about the death of her beloved father, she spat at rowanpaw, told him to worry about himself instead of hovering over her as though she were a kit.
but he wasn't completely wrong in his concerns, for the she-cat collapsed during battle training, right on the cusp of her warrior ceremony. much to her dismay, stormstar pushed her warrior ceremony back until she made a complete recovery.
she-cat • senior warrior • 69 moons • biromantic heterosexual
