Frost[paw]foot - Shadowclan

[~ Sasha]

Name: Frostpaw
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Female
Desired Home: Shadowclan
Desired Position: Apprentice
Appearance:

Frostpaw is ironically named not for having white, frosty fur, but for the feel of her fur. Even in the warmest weathers, somehow she finds a way to keep her fur cold to the touch.
Funny enough, her fur is a deep, deep black color. [Black, as it is known, is supposed to be a color that is bitter in the winter while very, very warm in the summer.] There is hardly another color on her form except for her white-tipped tail. She has no scars or deformities on her soft, pinkish skin, only spots of gray.
Her eyes are a bright green-gold [mainly gold] that are bright by age terms only.
She is a small she-cat, with thin, long legs and large paws. One could tell by looking at her that she will indeed grow as she ages.

Personality:

Kind and sweet, but quiet. She listens and does what others tell her, though how well she does it depends on how high of a rank [or if she trusts them in said high rank] that other has. Frostpaw is smart for her age, but her voice is rarely heard and that makes her speak very little. She is caring, fun to be with, and is very loyal. She's almost always there to help, and oftentimes says she lives for the moment, not the future.
She almost never speaks around those she is uncomfortable around [which is rare, she's pretty trusting], and doesn't meet the eyes of anyone, taught it was a sign of disrespect.
Frost is hot-headed and sometimes acts before thinking things through. She is very couragous when she needs [or wants] to be, and has chipped a tooth and nicked an ear on more than one occasion.

History:

Frostkit was born to two happy Shadowclan cats, with an average-sized litter of four. She wasn't the largest nor the runt of the litter, perfectly in-between. She stayed within the boundries of the nusery, sneaking out but never getting caught.
She's led an average life up to this point, with only one tragedy so far: her brother's death.
Frostkit and her younger brother, Coalkit, were playing one chilly, snowy morning. Frostkit tumbled outside the den, breaking a hole in the wall and falling back-first into a pile of fresh snow. The two kits were amazed: they had never seen snow before. It was bitterly cold on their paws and numbed their noses, but it was exciting to them. They hopped about in the snow, over fallen logs and large rocks. Innocent play was all it was.
Suddenly, her brother leaped a good way over a patch of thick snow, then dissapeared with hardly a sound. Frostkit ran foward, tumbling down the snowy cliff, head over paws, and to the bank of a frozen river. She couldn't see her brother, but a gaping hole in the thin ice.
Her brother's body was never found, and though it haunts her, she has forced herself to forget it 'till nightfall. In her dreams, she feels as if she were the one drowning.

Sample post:

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Family:

Mother - Deceased
Father - Deceased
Siblings - None

Other:

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[[R] a v e n]

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