Frostbite - ShadowClan warrior

Frostbite is a sheer white tom with long glossy fur. He is known for his bright white pelt, that stands out among any clan cat. He always wears a dangerous expression on his face. He has smoky dark blue eyes, that are so dark they almost meet the color black. When light shines on his face, you might see light blue flecks in his eyes, but they are mainly just dark. Unlike most white cats, Frostbite has black tabby stripes that cover his back, his legs, his tail – the stripes on his tail might be considered the pattern of a raccoons, and on the top of his forehead. The tip of his ear’s are as black as coal. Compared to other tom cat’s, Frostbite is fairly normal sized. His muscles are more lean and long, so he gives off a weaker tom cat, while he’s really covered in muscles. He has long legs that are good for running and jumping. His stomach is speckled in black as well. His nose is black and his whiskers bright white. He is a very contrasting cat in appearance. His eyes are usually averted to the ground in camp, but out hunting he keeps his head up. Frostbite has several scars on his back and flanks, but his face remains untouched. He tends to usually have a few ribs showing, but he's never sickly skinny.

Many cats in ShadowClan wonder why Frostbite never talks about his past, or where he grew up. He was born in RiverClan, out of camp with only his father, his mother, and his older sister. At birth, Frostbite was smaller than his sister. His father was ashamed, so he pretended that he was dead, and left him in the woods, hidden in the hollow of a tree trunk. Only Frostbite's hungry mews kept him alive. A rouge found him, with two young kits of her own, and she raised him like her son. But Frostbite knew that he wasn't meant to be a rouge, he was meant to be something greater. He didn't want to have to look in trash cans for food and sometimes have nothing more than berries to eat in a day. He left them without a look back, meaning to make his way on his own. That was a bit harder than he expected. The rouge had done her best to teach him the little knowledge she had about hunting, but it didn't help him much. On many occasions he was close to starving and on the brink of death, but he figured it could be worse. Until he met another rouge. The other rouge was large and had black pelt. His eyes were hard flints of amber, and he always carried a strong look. Frostbite was very scared of him, but admired him at the same time. The rouge forced him to work for both of them, and when he didn't behave well enough, he received punishment, most of which fell to his back. At this point. Frostbite was sick of being treated badly. He gave the rouge deathberries, glad that the rouge he had grown up with had taught him about it, and went on his path. The experience changed Frostbite forever, giving him the desperate and dangerous look he has now. But once again, without a good amount of knowledge at hunting, Frostbite went off and on with food. His strange eating habits were caused by this time period. He's scared to be hungry, so sometimes he eats a lot, or nothing at all. It's sort of a punishment he inflicts on himself. -- So then, Frostbite decided he wanted to join a clan. He was a full-blooded RiverClan cat, so at first he decided to go there, but he realized he didn't want to know his sister, or his mother, and especially not his father. Frostbite studied the clan's and figured out instantly, that ShadowClan had all of his strengths. He knew he was fast and had long legs, so he joined. Most of the cats distrusted him from the start, but in a slow long process, he started to receive their respect. As Frostbite was the age of a warrior, he became a warrior. He had to learn to hunt through hunting patrols. He never asked once for help from anyone. As for fighting, he watched his clan mates to learn about that, whether it was kits tussling, or playful warriors. His hatred towards kits was stirred from his father's terrible deed to him. Frostbite had always called himself 'Frost' as a rouge, because he liked the appearance of frost on the grass during winter. The bite part of the name came from the strong appearance he gave off, and the scars from bites on his back.

Frostbite is tough. His appearance might give him a freaky appearance, but any cat willing to mess with him will have their paw’s full. Anyone who might mistake the dark look in his eyes as fake strength, is foolish. The scars on the back of his pelt are hard to miss, so any cat could guess he’d been through a lot of fights in his lifetime. Frostbite tends to be cold and harsh to strangers, one of the main reasons he rarely ever gets to go to Gatherings. He could care less for the other clan’s, and wouldn’t think twice about stealing a kit or killing a warrior a step out of their boundaries. He doesn’t care much for rouges or loners either, making him a strong enemy of TwilightClan. Frostbite’s ran into some fights with some rouges that he started, so when a rouge catches him around, he doesn’t get let off easily.

Frostbite hates kits as well. Everytime he sees one, he tends to get a nasty look on his face, usually revolving around a curled lip and a protruding fang. No one understands his un-natural hatred towards kits, because most cats find them adorable. Frostbite doesn’t really find anything adorable, but that doesn’t make him uncapable of feeling emotions. The main reason for the cold and harsh behavior he tends to have around everyone, is due to the fact he's used to keeping his most secretive thoughts hidden from view. He doesn't trust anyone, just like his sister. Frostbite tends to also be extremely proud. He hates being proven wrong and is furious when a fellow warrior underestimates his abilities. He is so stubborn and rash, that he tends to make stupid decisions. Frostbite is one of those cats that would take a dare whether it could be life threatening or not. He wouldn’t be able to handle the remorse for not doing it later, because he would always wonder if he had been able to do it. He doesn’t want to be shown up, so that is a reason for his aggressive nature. As he doesn’t appear the strongest of cats, he feels like he has to work harder to make himself appear unstoppable or untouchable.

Frostbite has a total of no friends, for a good reason. He’s never had an extremely close relationship with anyone, because it always seems like to him that he lets up on his part. He tends to be very critical of himself, and frequently contradicts himself inside his head, because he’s self-conscious of himself. Frostbite’s strengths revolve around fighting and speed. For many moons of his lifetime he’s lived in the forests of ShadowClan, making him have long and lean muscles from time. He is one of the fastest cat’s on the clan, because he’s very quick on his feet He’s not as good as long distance running, however, because he tires after time. Frostbite’s good at hunting mostly in winter because of his pelt color, but he’s good at hunting as well in the wide open because of his long legs and speed. He had a much harder time hunting in dense brush.

--check nightclaw.