Post by .:. Firstfrost on Apr 30, 2007 23:49:44 GMT -5
The Name Is Firstfrost
They call him A Tom
The Age is 20 Moons
The Breed is Mix
The Appearance Is
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A brown and orange tabby striped with a dominant white underbelly and shocking blue eyes
He Is
Firstfrost is a loyal young tom, the eldest of four known siblings, five from a haunted past. He is the largest of the four, and is known unofficially as the ringleader for his traits. Firstoff, he has a hardy nature and never lets an insult get him down, however, he has an ego the size of Jupiter and though he is modest about his leadership abilities he loves to feel power.
Not to say he is power hungry or ambitious, but he is a hard-worker and loves to deserve credits or praises from those of higher standings than him. He is usually respected by those he meets, though he does not expect respect unless he feels he has earned it.
His downfalls are the facts that he is a rather trustworthy cat, and usually trusts all he meets on instinct, and does not learn from mistakes if he is betrayed. He believes in second chances (unless you are his believed to be dead sister).
He Comes From
A past. A violent one filled with unbearable betrayal and blood. He was born to an uncaring rogue mother and a faithful rogue father. He and his four other siblings were born out of an unbearable heat-season from his mother, and his faithful father whom loved their mother and his kits. However, the mother was disappointed and rather irritable that she had ended up with kits at all. So, in not caring, she named them each the number in which they were born in and left the meadows. It was rumoured that she was killed by a badger not long after her departure.
However, the father, feeling rejected and hurt, turned to the one thing he had left in this world; his kits. He improvised with the given names, still believing Starclan though he was a rogue; he could not change the names given to them by their mothers. So they each were named Firstkit, Secondkit, Thirdkit, and so on, even into their apprentice years, trained by their father.
Naturally, disaster struck. The youngest of the siblings, Fifthpaw, wanted power and ambition and the need to feel feared. So, she massacred the many cats of the closest thing she could call to a family; All but her bloodriled siblings. They each defied the youngest in each and their own way, and finally forced Fifthpaw to leave the valley for good. It is believed she had died.
Mournstruck over the death of their close father and friend, they escaped from their bloody past and the environment that contained it and now travel together, all of them different in their own ways.
Et-Cet-Tera
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