Sweetbreath_FrostClan

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[atrb=width,469,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=FFFFFF] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Sweetbreath of the great FrostClan Age 20 Moons Gender She-cat Rank Young Warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS Silver and my eyes are Blue-Green Scars A few average ones. Appearance A rather attractive She-cat which happens to be slightly smaller then most warriors, though that is expected since after all she does not enjoy fighting much. Sweetbreath does however have muscles, though they are hidden by her thick Silver fur. She has a long fluffy tail, that she often wraps around herself when she sits all pretty like. Her fur is soft to the touch and she could be mistaken as a kitty-pet due to the condition, however she is not it. Just because she tends to it whenever she can does not make her a kitty-pet, Sweetbreath is just a big fan of grooming. A cute little pink nose sits on her face, and above it are a pair of striking blue-green eyes. Her eyes are very useful, she believes her best sense is sight and she uses it every day, like every other cat in the forest. Sweetbreath is really just an average cat she has no special markings or super long claws, she is just an example of an everyday cat. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M Peaceful AND Curious Personality A Gentle soul, one who looks past the thick skins of others and tries to see the better in them. Often carried away with her feelings rather then her mind, she does not think much before she acts. She tries to follow her heart, as cliche as that sounds, she fights for what she believes in. Her loyalties to the clan are strong, she would give anything for them, even though she may not believe in what they fight for. Quarrels over Prey and land make her wish she was never born as a clan cat, fighting has never been her favorite thing, though she does not allow her clan to know how she feels about fighting, they would say she sounded like a soft kitty-pet. Even she does not enjoy fighting, she would give her life to the clan that raised her since birth. Even as a kit Sweetbreath was calm, unlike some of the other kittens in the nursery. She never misbehaved and still tries to keep out of trouble, always obeying everything she is told and offering assistance to anyone in need. However she can be easily persuaded at times and gullible, tending to put too much trust into everyone she meets. She hardly ever gets into arguments with anyone, and if she does she allows them to speak first, she would rather get the argument settled then let it grow into something dangerous like a fight. A true romantic at heart, honestly all she wants is to be a mother, she often bothers the queens in the nursery trying to help them and their kits, even if it annoys them. Preferences Likes. Snow, Kits, the idea of a family, Peace. Dislikes. Fighting, Sadness, Illness. Secret Ambitions To have a family of her own. Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths: She is kind, Likeable, Friendly, Motherly. Weaknesses: Gullible, Tends to trust too easily, She tends to act without thinking. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Snowdust AND Graytail Family Snowdust - Mother - Snow while she-cat with bright green eyes Graytail - Deceased - Father - Gray tabby with dark blue eyes. Whitekit - Deceased - Solid white kitten. Event that Lead to being a Warrior Her mentor told the leader to watch a fighting session and a hunting session and they believed she was good enough to be a warrior. History One late leaf-fall afternoon in the camp of Frostclan a Milky white she-cat gave birth to two kits, one a solid white color and the other a silver tabby. Once their eye's opened and they began exploring the nest the mother named them. One was Whitekit due to her solid white coat and the other Sweetkit for her sweet nature. As they grew up in the nest leaf-bare came and Whitekit was stricken with a fever and it grew into something more. Being young the kit did not survive and Sweetkit was the only one left. She never thought much of it though, it was natural not everyone survived kit-hood. Once she turned 6 moons she was given a mentor, he was the usual; strict and always making her work, but Sweetpaw never minded. She enjoyed her duties of taking care of the elders and practicing her hunting skills. After her first gathering she grew even more curious about the other clans, often sitting by border of AshClan she would look out into their territory and wonder if they lived the same way, however she never let her mentor know, he would of cuffed her into the next moon. Hunting came easy, it was probably the funnest thing she did, she liked the snow and never minded it getting in her fur which was different then most cats but then again she was from FrostClan so that was normal. Fighting on the other hand was not her favorite lesson, she would often get scolded for not putting effort into it so after a while she did and it pleased her mentor enough to let the leader know she was ready. On the day of her ceremony it was pretty normal, everyone sat around and waited for the leader to speak and after Sweetbreath became a warrior she got herself a bite to eat and sat in silence the whole night. Thankfully it was not freezing out, though her somewhat long coat would of kept her warm. Ever since she has tried to be the best she herself can be and does not expect a fantastic future, She believes one day she will become a queen for the clan and then one day she will retire to the Elder's den and will be able to tell her own stories to kits and apprentices. Sample RP N/A You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

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