winter f r o s t

[*{ william]

*{ winter f r o s t }*

WINTERfrost
NINETEENmoons
WINDclan
MAle
WARRior

*{ gettoknow m e}*

well things are complicated. i'm a very quiet person generally. sometimes i'm known to be very excited, or even insane. i'm what you might call bi polar, a disorder that keeps me from having one set mood. i have splashed of depression and anger, times during which i am almost impossible to be around and impossible to understand. i have symptons of anger management issues that are directly related to my father and the way he treated me, my sister, and my brother. funny how those things work isn't it? how dreadful, some would say, that you experienced that. dreadful indeed! judement. hate. persecution. the three things that annoy me the most. how can they judge my attitude when they don't even know me? i get along well with everyone, though; i hide in something resembling a wall of insecurity.

stubborn, hardheaded, ignorant, they use these words and more to describe me. arrogant is the one term i'd use to sew it all together. i am arrogant. completely and totally. arrogance is all that's kept me alive through these long days, these cold nights. living is such an empty cowardly clan takes its toll on a boy. theres no adventure, no love, no lust to be better. it is rather dull and boring. i have longed to leave this torture chamber for so many years and have been unable to draw myself away from the moor that has always been my home.

why do the clans stay here? in this forest? on that river? on the moor? in the swamps? can't we find better? can't we organize ourselves better? i strive to be better in everything, every little thing i do i have to be better than the time before. i have to be the best i was a disappiontment to my parents, i won't be a disappiontment to my clan. there is nothing i can do to change my mental structure. i am not your normal cat, not at all, if you think that you can just walk into my life and be welcome i'm afraid your welcome. it won't matter to me whether you stay or go. i won't allow myself to grow close to another being. ever again. it's just another mistake on my part.

*{ paintaperfect p i c t u r e}*

i am a fox orange colour, i imagine you'd call me ginger, or "red." red and ginger such unoriginal terms to describe the true colour of my pelt. the pelt is what leads one to believe how the soul works, is it not? why would you describe such wonderful colours with one worded answers? to say such is an insult, not only to me, but to anyone who shares my colour. strange, you say, that i am called "winterfrost" and have not a spot of white on me. strange, yes, indeed. my mother was never one to name according to colour, my sister after all was deemed redpaw with the shade of black. i don't know what their methods were, but i am very pleased with my name.

back to the original topic. i am a russet coloured cat, with a large body structure like most my age. i stick out in a crowd because of my somali lineage, granting me medium length fur and soft shades that circle my eyes very gracefully. i have lengthy legs, like the others of my clan. they allow me a certain amount of speed that the other forest breds are not granted. a certain...mystery to my movements. windclan has been the proud bearer of my strange kind for generations, and i suppose it shall continue to be so until at last we turn on each other and interbreed with the others.

my orbs are a dark dark shade of honey amber. the centre, directly around the iris, is circle is slivers of green and even lighter and darker shades of the odd colour. there comes a time where one must talk about themselves, and i suppose going on and on in a description is the best way to do so. mostly brown, with perhaps just the slightest tint of red amber, my eyes remain the most beautiful part of my figure.

*{ foreverinthepagesof h i s t o r y }*

where to begin, where to begin. i was born in windclan, to parents unwanting. i don't mean simply parents unready for children, but parents unwanting. they did not want me, nor my sister. we were outcasts in my family even though we quickly showed potential. strange how that happens. i am a full blood, of course, but even still the clan treated me like a was some...outsider brought in from the outskirts. i have been "blessed" i was told by the medicine cat, to have survived my childhood and made it to my warriorship ceremony, even if i fear i shall not live to see the end of my warriorhood.

my kithood was marred by the death of my mother who was simply to...tired to continue this long life. my father, griefstrucken, blamed the only thing he could. his kids. the blame was put on my shoulders from the time i was born until now, i bore it so my sister would not have to. i was the oldest of the litter, it was my job to protect her from whatever they could throw at us. i was given a foster mother, firefrost, who in turn was no better than my father. she was not physically abusive as he was, but instead she chose a more subtle approach. she mentally taunted us, told us we were nothing.

apprenticeship was a relief for both of us. any way to get out of that nursery was welcome, not to mention we got more freedom. we often times did the other apprentices chores, taking care of the elders, helping the healer, anything we could. we dedicated ourselves to being the best we could be. and even still i developed an arrogance that cannot be explained. perhaps it is my mental walls of protection or something similiar. my sister was slow in her training and i saw the first traces of the fever before anyone else did. naturally no one listened to an apprentice.

she was admitted into the healers chambers shortly after. she was left crippled and blind and moved herself to the elder's den, changing her name to foreverpaw, because she would be forever lost in the dark. she was the only companion i had to talk to, the only one that was there to guide me through the darkness of apprenticeship and eventually the difficulties and stress of being a warrior.

my warrior name was granted to me shortly after i got over a bought of greencough that near killed me. i was left weaker than i had previously been, but not slowly or dumber. i had strengths in other places, though; few were willing to look for them. things haven't changed, and some things never will. creatures are ignorant, people deem us intelligent and time and time again we let them down. it is my goal to be better. better than this scum that call themselves clan cats and just inbreed, or leave, break the code. what is the point than? where is the loyalty?

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