WINTERFROST, deputy of thunderclan.

[Zeh Lion]

Name: Winterfrost
Age: 26 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Deputy
Personality:

My parents are both great warriors, Shadehawk, my father surely has high expectations for me and my dramatic sister. Sure, she feigns perfection, pretends to be an angel that wants to comfort everyone but really it is just a mask! She comforts them to comfort herself because she is to lost in self pity to make her own life better. "Be more like Splashpaw," if I had a mouse for everytime someone told me that i'd be a dead cat.

I am a doll, right? Just because my sister wants to think shes some... butterfly doesn't make me any less of a warrior! In truth I will always go further than her, I am not soft like her, Weak like her with her petty wish for happiness. Happiness is such a lame term for the docile and tamed. You know what? You want to be happy? Go out and make it happen. I am so sick of the world dwelling in this... darkness, this hell. I am a very bubbly and charasmic person. I am daring, bold, brave, Everything a mentor wants in an apprentice.

I am a fighter. I will stand up for my family, and for my friends no matter what the cost. Consequences don't phase me, Truthstar wants me to change? That's too bad. I will be far superior to her one day as it is anyway. I believe that my family is the dominant in Thunderclan and that I will never meet anyone we can't defeat. I feel independent, unlike the rest of them, they cling to each other like a spider on a web. Family is for the weak, and I won't allow them to hold me back. If I let them be my weakness they will surely be the death of me.

I believe strongly in Starclan and the Warrior code, and I shall never disobey either. No matter what. They made my life, paved the way, why should I show my appreciation in the form of carelessness? I do, yes, dream of one day having a happy family but I am much to open for anyone to love, and if I never find another, than I shall not dilly dally. Life doesn't always work like you want, and I shalt let it hold me back.

I fight the darkness in myself by providing a happy exterior... If only everyone could see my insides... Surely they would see the blackness I have been driven back into. I feel like I am a shame, but I won't let it show, I won't cry over spilt milk. I will simply try harder, mentally prepare myself for the inevitable, and train harder than any other apprentice. The comparasions others make of me and my sister hit me far worse than anyone seems to realize... Yes, maybe, just maybe, I should be like Splashpaw... And everyone else. But I am unique, and I prefer it to be so.

Description:

To describe myself in full could take moons... But I shall do what I can to provide you with a decent picture of my splashed features. My beautiful, bubbly, bright picture. Oh so golden snowy white, like a small peice of perfection, like an elegant painting. Like everything else about me I boast my apearance. I find myself to be full of intricate details that others either lack or simply don't make obvious. One thing I am proud of are my scars, scars from the numerous battles I've happened upon, Scars of my sisters games, Scars of my tumbles as a child.

I am but a child still, my body is small, but well built. I show a deep golden white pelt. My fur is of a typical short length, and like any other male it stays mostly ungroomed. Why clean it? It looks fine. The golden white color is often turned almost blue when hit by the sun, and a delicate silver pattern when the moon so much as breathes near it. Oh, yes, the moon breathes, don't you listen my dear? It is quite the trait... To be able to hear the moon sigh as a cloud blocks its view, or to hear the distinct shifting of the sun as it runs over the clouds.

Or to simply stumble upon the grace of a stream as it tumbles along pleasantly. Nothing can disturb natures course it seems, it's mother is far to protective over her children to allow them to be murderred viciously or easily. That tree the two-legs cut down is the same shade of brown my eyes are, and it angers me to see something of such beautiful tone to be destroyed, that was somethings home and food for my clan.

My eyes, flawless as they are, as mentioned are a deep brown. An elegant, perfect brown that is such a sight that I myself often get lost in their beauty. Im six feet from the edge, my love, and my appearance is what we are speaking of? It makes me feel quite low to speak of myself so highly but now that I've begun I fear that I must finish and tell you of all my physical traits, because after all, what is life without a little tinge of vainity?

In all my small structure, icy fur, and chocolate eyes are a very dashing thing. I am dead convinced I can do anything I want, Or get anyone I want, and perhaps thats just typical Thunderclan Optimism. My father and I are much alike in appearance, or so many tell me. I doubt it though, I am Lionpaw... He is... well... My sisters keeper. I am positive she is his favorite, Sure, I may someday be his pride and joy but she is his favorite, his little girl, and it is rather typical for a father to love his daughter...

Clan Page Description:

winterfrost; a white tom with dark brown eyes

History:

included in appearance and description