Frostmoon

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Name: Frostmoon

Gender: Tomcat

Clan: DreadClan

Rank: Leader

Age: 46 Moons

Cat Description:
In Depth//
Looking down at the frost of leaf bare, clinging hard to a tree, swirling in depths of white and silver, so fragile but so cold. The tree only claims a thin length of it's grey brown tint, the rest devoured by the heartless killer frost is. Still life forms as two sightless blue wings of a butterfly shift around on the trunk, as if looking blindly to watch the forest.

Colour and Pelt//
Frostmoon's pelt is simple, elegant, and brings his bulk for shown as lithe, for it is sleek and shines even in the constant shadowy bogs of DreadClan, glowing it's fine powdery white and gleaming silver, swirled perfectly about his strong limbed body. Only his tail breaks the glow that can be hidden so well in the forests in which he lives, for it is a musty dead brown, hued with greys and blacks. Still he is hansom, save for his few scars.

Eyes//
Frostmoon's eyes are deep crystal blue, beautiful, and sightless. They constantly shift as if he can see, is if he does know what's going on, and he does, but only with his nose and ears. He also has a tendency to feel for vibrations, making it easier to calculate distances. But his blindness doesn't stop him from leading, and being the strongest and most skilled in his Clan.

Build//
Though the sleekness and lithe form of his pelt makes him seem more wiry, his muscles are thick and strong, making him an intimidating force to reckon with. And his blindness has never held him back from that either, for since a kit he always trained as if there were no tomorrow.

Frame//
Though his pelt molds him to look lithe and wiry, he is still well muscled and brute like, somewhat being a disadvantage in battle but otherwise not.

Faults//
He does not have any that supersede his blindness, and that he does not consider a fault for he can sense things just as good as any Clan cat can see them.

Personality:
//As a Leader
When it comes to leading his Clan he is not one to be doubted. Sure he is blind, but it does not falter the loyalty he has engraved in his followers. His cold hateful heart is filled with tactics and knowledge, that as great as Dreadmoon herself.

//As a Fighter
Frostmoon has no mercy when it comes to fighting, being the natural born killer that he is. He enjoys the screams for mercy and doesn't let his enemies get away without a slow and painless death. But he sees no fault in his lust to kill in torcher, for does not MoonClan want the cats to fight and kill?

//His Loyalties
Frostmoon has a strict loyalty to his Clan, and would do nothing to show friendships in another. He believes that his Clan should be independent, and secretive among themselves. But then again DreadClan has always been like this, so he is just keeping tradition. Either way he would not have himself alienate with any other Clan unless in a major battle, and even in that he would make sure he is the one in control.

//His Friendships
Frostmoon doesn't have many friendships except for the few in his Clan, but still those are not in depth. As for love, well that can be forgotten. His blindness usually deters she-cats who do not want blind kits, and the ones that aren't deterred by that he just can't find a connection with.

History:
Parents//
Brackenclaw was one of the finest deputies of his time, one that could grow up to be a great leader, and this brought admiration to Whitemoth, his mate. So they became mates, and soon had a litter of kits. Brackenclaw was proud of his litter, but could not see them grow up because of a war between clans he had lost greatly.

Kithood//
Raised only by his mother, and shunned by his litter mates for being blind, Frostkit grew up to be cold and alone. None though he would survive the world, but he was determined to prove to them he was greater than all of them, and set out of the den. He already had the camps features memorized by smell, touch, hearing, and his unique skill of feeling vibrations. But this wasn't enough and he set out of camp. Though unknowingly his brother, Kestrilkit, followed.

Soon out of the camp Frostkit came upon a fox set, with abandoned cubs and sought this his chance, when his brother came up. Too late before Frostkit could say anything did the mother fox leap from the brush and killed her brother. Frostkit tried to save his brothers life, giving the fox a might scratching, but his brother was dead and him wounded as he raced back to camp.

Apprenticship//
His apprenticeship delayed for a moon after such a feet, Frostpaw was finally happy to be mentored, and he was treated like any other apprentice, if not harsher as if to kill him off. Still he held strong, proving himself just as great as his sister Lilypaw.

One day, on hunting patrol Frostpaw could smell WrathClan slowly pressing the border inward, and before long he came across a patrol. It was only him, his sister and their mentors, but it was no match for the five Warriors they stood against. Still Frostpaw held steady and saved his sisters life several times in the battle, at least till the end were she was ambushed. That was a loss he would always grieve, for his sister was the only cat to truly care for him, but still he moved on in life.

Warrior//
Three moons later life had passed normally till Frostfur became a Warrior. He was beaming with pride, and the whole clan astonished that a blind cat could be a warrior, and the best in the Clan at that. So there forth he was respected greatly.

Several moons passed as ordinary life, not even a battle exciting his life when he got his first apprentice. This made him beam with such pride that a blind cat would be allowed to do so. So with skill he taught the young she-cat, Bluepaw. Successfully he trained her, watching as she received her warrior name as Blueleaf. He again showed pride, but Blueleaf took it wrong and always stayed by him. And so by unknown force from Blueleaf, they ended up mates, even if Frostfur felt no love for the lithe she-cat.

Deputy//
By the time Frostfur became deputy he had a litter of kits from Blueear, but only one survived. Even so he was proud of the kit, looking over the fact that he did not love the kits mother.

A moon after such another war broke out, and in so he killed one of the famed WrathClan cats, Hawktalon. His clan took joy in this, having lost many of their own to the brutish red tom, but Frostfur knew he would have trouble to pay from WrathClan. So on a border patrol he heard a lithe she-cat of red and silver who caught his senses in a way he had not felt before, but ignored it as the cat grumpily walked away. He shrugged that off though, heading back for camp.

Leader//
Soon after this encounter the leader became ill with greencough and lost his last life, giving Frostmoon his name and lives. His Clan was shifty at first for having a blind cat as leader, but still trusted in him for being so clever as to how to lead the Clan.

So in becoming leader he appointed his sister, Adderrose, to be deputy, and sadly again he lost another friend in his life to war only a moon after. This only brought a more stubborn cold glaze to his ever bitter heart.

Family Tree(Optional):
Father:
Brackenclaw

Mother:
Whitemoth

Siblings:
Adderrose
Kestralkit
Lilypaw

Mate:
Blueleaf

Kits:
Whitekit

Picture: ...

Other: I've never played a blind cat, but I have confidence in myself.