FROTHPAW ~ WINDCLAN

[twi]

Frothpaw of WindClan

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Name:
frothpaw.

Age:
seven moons.

Gender:
tom.

Clan:
windclan.

Rank:
apprentice.

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Reason For Name:

Froth for his green-blue eyes, like the ocean, and the white patches like the foam on the edges of the sea.
-paw for his apprentice status.

Previous Names:

frothkit / frothpaw

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One Sentence Description:
ginger and white tom with blue-green eyes.

Appearance:

Generally, this tom is... Tall. And not only tall, but rather skinny to boot. It's an odd combo that makes this tom either look lanky or awkward with the length of his legs. This, however, is one of his best attributes; it gives the tom speed and agility in the battle field, or while hunting. He walks with long strides that carries him confidently.

Ginger and white tabby fur is what tgraces this tom's lean muscles, hardened by the training he's gone through and will harden even still with the training he's yet to recieve. He has white paws, small flashes of snow-white color as he runs. The color stays with him, too, starting around his muzzle and stretching down his chest, across his underbelly, and finally ending mid-way down his abdomen. The rest of this cat is fiery ginger fur, a stark contrast to the pallid colorations undertoning his features.

Frothpaw's eyes are possibly the most beautiful thing he has to offer. Sea green and sky blue, all mized into one. When meeting eyes with this tom, it's hard to break eye contact. Some may not think of it this way, others may, but whatever the case, they truly are beautiful.

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Personality:

This little tom's got a rather complex personality, most of it being just what predicament he's found himself in that will really bring out what he's made of.

First off, he's a fiesty little thing. He'll freely run his mouth off to any one feline, no matter who the individual is, if he's got enough reason to do so, or he just absolutely thinks that whatever the one he's addressing is completely wrong. Frothpaw seems to have no filter on his mouth at all with the way he freely speaks, though obviously knows his rank and feels respect to his elders. Still, if he's passionate about whatever the subject is, it won't stop this tom from running his tongue and more than likely getting himself in trouble.

Frothpaw is also unconditionally loyal. At least... When it comes to territory. This firey tom will defend his home with tooth and claw, afraid not of who his opponents are or how much strength they posess over him. Frothpaw thinks himself a lot bigger than he actually is, and that gets him into trouble quite a bit. He's not hostile in the least to other Clan cats; he treats them just as he would anyone else. In fact, he simply doesn't see why all the Clan's can't just get along. But when it comes to enforcing borders, Frothpaw is very strict about it. He's territorial and will defend his land with all he's got, which isn't much, really, but he's get enough stamina and spirit to make him look big.

Don't get me wrong; Frothpaw isn't exactly weak. Just, being a young apprentice, he's obviously not polished his fighting moves yet, though showes enough potential to be a great warrior some day.

Frothpaw is... Well, a daredevil, to informally describe the tom. He's brave, or at least thinks himself to be, and sticks up for anything and everything he believes in or loves dearly. This means many ugly confrontations with others that may or may not end up badly. He thinks of himself as much older than he actually is, though this isn't the case; he's immature. He hasn't grown up yet, and is mistaking his reckless behavior for bravery and wisdom. He believes he does the right thing by barreling head first into a horde of enemies to protect his home, instead of thinking things out and acting on strategy instead. He simply needs guidance, is all, to pry him away from this crazy path.

However, he's not all tongue and personality. There's an underlying calm, loving, compassionate side of him in there as well. He just simply wants to appear older and wiser than he actually is, more than likely looking up to his brother for that trait, and doesn't let it out hardly at all, unless he's got some real reason for him to act this way. Important matters are one of these reasons; if it's important enough, Frothpaw will sit quietly and listen intently to other's opinions before thinking about running his mouth. He's rather calculative and smart, but he acts more on impulse than anything else and snuffs out his smarter side of thinking.

If really needed to act respectable, Frothpaw can do this very well. He truly is a kind tom, he just thinks its better for him to act rambunctious than anything else.

Frothpaw is one for idols, one of his main ones being his brother, Elmfrost. The ginger and white tom looks up to his brother with all he has, and will follow him around whenever he can to be more like him, or to perhaps make himself seem bigger in his brother's eyes. Frothpaw wants to be seen as an important someone, not just a shadow on the wall. He wants to be known, not sit out and be left to pass by.

Likes:

• Training
  
• Imitating his brother
  
• Hunting, sparring; anything physical
  
• Feeling like he's a part of something

Dislikes:

• Being put down
  
• feeling insignificant
  
• Being left out
  
• Fighting; real, true fighting either physical or verbal
  
• Tresspassors

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History:

I apologise for the tiny history... They aren't my strong point at all. ;.; I can try to make it longer for you, though, if you want. <3

Before we embark on the partially-average life of Frothpaw, we first need to address the rest of his family. Moreso being his parents.

Cragfoot and Shellfeather, their names were, and truly in love were the two of them. Together they bore their first litter, consisting of two living kits. Elmkit and Rockkit, these two kits were, and they couldn't have been born to a more loving environment. The two parents were the ideal caretakers any one kit could ever wish for.

It wasn't until the two kits grew up to become warriors that Shellfeather's second pregnancy was announced. Elmfrost seemed to be overjoyed with this news, but his brother Rocktalon was the exact opposite, and distanced himself from the family when the kits were born.

When the time came for the new arrivals, something went horribly, terribly wrong in the process. Through a massive amount of blood loss, Shellfeather lost her life giving birth to her precious kits, which left Cragfoot broken and depressed in its wake. Luckily enough for everyone, however, there was another queen in the nursery that had enough room to nurse two more kits. This is who Frothkit and Birchkit came to know as their mother.

It was around this time, too, that Rocktalon finally broke off from the Clan completely. though Frothpaw never knew him, he loathes the older cat for abandoning his family like that, and though both Elmfrost and Cragfoot searched the borders thuroughly, they found no sign of Rocktalon.

IC Example:

I’m tearing away… Pieces are falling; I can’t seem to make them stay.

It was almost blissful, this darkness was. At least to another cat who hadn’t been born with this… This curse like he had been would think so. Some cats misunderstood him. They didn’t see his blindness as that much of a burden, really; just a nuisance. But what did they know? None of them could even fathom how much his blindness truly defined this cat, how much of a problem it really and truly was. Silvergaze was an outcast. No one truly knew him. None of them even bothered. Though, in reality it could be the simple fact that he distanced himself from others, pushing them away to seclude himself. Although, to the tom, they were all against him. No matter how nice they may seem to be, trying to talk to him and start conversations, to him, they all hated the tom. Besides Hawkwing, of course. His sister seemed to be the only cat who ever truly talked to him. Oh how he loved her… His beloved sister; the only cat in his life besides Auroraflower.

Brown tabby paws dragged themselves on the sandy beaches of FrothClan’s territory. The thought of his two sisters made him come to a brief halt, memories flooding him. Not of images, of course… He’d no idea what either of them looked like. Heck, he had no clue what he himself looked like. No, not images. But voices. Mainly of Hawkwing’s soft yet stern voice, back when the two were apprentices. Poor Harestep, his mentor at the time, had been shown up many times and again by Hawkpaw. Little caring Hawkpaw who worked her heart out to train her blind brother, Harestep doing all he could from the sidelines. That was more than likely the most significant part of his apprenticeship. It was definitely the biggest and most dominant part he could remember. Sighing softly, the tom continued again, going no where in particular. It was well past nighttime, only in the early morning hours when most of the Clan were only just now getting up. Silvergaze himself had been out for a long while now, enjoying being out at night by himself with no one to judge him.

Silvergaze wasn’t completely useless, however. If you were to think that, you’d be sorely mistaken. Despite his “curse,” or so he called it, Silvergaze was a very good fighter. He just didn’t see himself that way. No pun intended. He perceived himself as a weakling who would never, ever be accepted into the Clan as a full warrior. He was pretty sure StarClan had looked down and pitied him, giving him his warrior name. That made a distasteful scowl appear on the long hair’s brown maw, before he wiped it clean. StarClan did nothing wrong. He was just an outcast, born and raised as such. Flashbacks of his brother tormenting him made the tom sulk even lower to the ground, head and tail hanging low. Those were definitely not good memories.

Warmth radiated from above, the sun just beginning to appear over the horizon. It caressed his back, and the tom slowly came to a stop. Right in the middle of the beach, he must look rather odd, but he welcomed the warmth. Settling himself into a sitting position, a soft sigh escaped before his milky brown eyes lifted upward. As if they had a mind of their own, his eyes scanned the skies above, wishing more than anything that he could see the sunrise… Just one time. He’d heard a few cats here and there talk about how beautiful the early morning daylight hours were, and oh how he longed to see such beauty. Some even tried to explain it to him, but he understood not what the color “purple” or “blue” was, so it was simply a trivial matter. He couldn’t even imagine what it looked like.

A frown toyed with the edges of his lips as his head was moved downward again, poisoned eyes searching the ground before him vainly. Water lapped at his paws, loosening the sand around them. He sunk slightly, but shifted positions so he wouldn’t be buried up to the knee. Carefully lifting one paw, the tom toyed with the gentle waves that rolled ashore and pulled back out to sea again. It felt cool and wet against his paws, something that was also welcome. Paired with the warmth of the golden morning sun, the coolness of the water was a strange contradiction. Even still, he enjoyed absentmindedly playing with the water as it rhythmatically rolled ashore.

He could hear the call of seagulls overhead. Deafening they were. To him, at least. Having been born blind, his other senses were heightened to help him survive, which came in handy when hunting or fighting. He could scent and hear a prey item well before anyone else could, and that also went with dangerous scents. He was truly an asset to have, yet apparently didn’t see that in himself, and instead saw a useless lump of fur that was hated everywhere he went. Yet still, he pretended he was happy with who he was.

What’s wrong with me? Why am I the only one that’s cursed? Why can no one else feel my pain, see my suffering?

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