Adderfrost

[Adderfrost]

Name: Adderfrost
Gender: Tom
Age: 40 moons
Rank: Warrior

Appearance:
At a glance;
Pelt: Dark brown tabby colours with lighter reddish tan patches
Pelt length: Short
Eyes: An unusual bluish green
Size: Large and muscular

The first thing a cat may notice of the handsom AshClan warrior is his size. He is a massive cat, thick ropy muscles lining his body, broad shoulders leaving him squared and holding an unusual air of power. His legs are long, his body sleek with muscle, however broad at the shoulder, with a thick neck and a strong, steely face. Despite his muscular side, much like the snake his name implies, he is a fast cat, agile and powerful.

The next thing to be noticed is his eyes, which are a icy sea green, or mainly in his case, blue with blending flecks of green that give him a strange, yet highly unique eye colour, so shocking and different, that it gives him a very effective glare to get what he wants from cats.

Once those are out of the way, his sleek, smooth pelt is noticed. It's a tabby pattern, a medium brown striped with darker, nearly black stripes, like shadows across the hard packed earth. In some places, a lighter, reddish brown color shows through, offset strongly by this thick stripes. The only colour on him that doesn't follow this scheme however, is the white that colors his toes, the tip of his tail, the end of his muzzle and one white spot in the center of his chest.



Personality:
Loyal; Proud; Cold; Fierce; Ambitious; Intelligent

At no point in his life was Adderfrost a sweet cat, a gentle, honey born creature with all the love in the world to give. Not ever. He's not a cruel cat, he's not plotting the murder of everyone around him, but he isn't nice and pleasant to chat with. Adderfrost is a cold cat, ice encases his heart, some cats tell their kits, some say that he is impossible to love, as he cannot feel the emotion. Some simply claim he has no heart- but he does have one, as is visible in his only true love. He loves AshClan as a hole, yet no cat in particular. It is pride in his clan that he feels, and a deep sense of loyalty, although he feels no loss for any single cat.

This loyalty also stems from a strong sense of pride he has. His head is always held high, his eyes always shining with self worth, and at times, it seems he believes that he is the number one cat in the world, and that no one could possibly be better than him, and he rarely tries to be humble about it, and due to his short temper and extremely fierce attitude (he's not above a verbal, if not physical fight with a clanmate), few ever try to make him see the light of his ways.

Underlying all of this will to fight, this coldness and aggression, right with his loyalty to his clan, is not only a stark, meticulous intelligence, but also an unmatched ambition, a will to do anything, use anything, be it wits and sharp tongue to claw and teeth, to gain power, for it is his only true dream.

History:
"He'll be just like me!"
"Oh Bramblethorn, we can't ask that of him..."
"Hush Cloudstorm! It will be as I say, and he'll be perfect like his father!"

Adderkit and his brother, Oakkit, were born to their loving mother and cold-hearted father, Cloudstorm and Bramblethorn. their mother did all she could when they were kits to raise them to be sweet, loving, and lovely cats, and for Oakkit, she succeeded, but Bramblethorn had far too much interest in the larger of the kits, the muscular little tom who looked like a mirror image of himself, and within days, showed to have a fiery temper, quick wit and a sharp tongue. Bramblethorn had found his protege in his firstborn son, and by the time he was five moons old, what was visible in the dark tom with the unusual eyes, was his father, only smarter, faster, with a promise to be stronger, and such a burning ambition, Bramblethorn was put to shame.

"No, my Son! Father knows best, and you will follow what I tell you to do!"
"You tell me what to do? I'm an apprentice now, I have a mentor, I don't need you anymore."
"You'd be surprised what I could say, Adderpaw. One word from me and you'll loose that apprenticeship."

When Adderkit became Adderpaw, his father tried to push him to train with him in the dead of night to fight foul. Adderpaw however decided that with his new mentor, his father was now nothing, and would no longer be necessary- but Bramblethorn wanted his name to be remembered as at least the father of some powerful cat- those genes had to come from somewhere, and it was definitely not from his mother. When Adderpaw continued to refuse, however, his father started dropping threats, and ruling his son with them. It became a game of cat and mouse. If Adderpaw voiced his ambitions, Bramblethorn threatened to turn it into a plan for a coupe, to take over the clan when he was older- and so Adderpaw continued training with both mentor and father.

"Everything I have done for you, and this is how you repay me?! You ungrateful brat!"
"You made my life hell, you killed my mother, you killed Oakpaw- Oh don't try to deny it, I saw it myself. Who else was in your list to die, father?"
"Adderfrost! I raised you myself, I- I!..."
"Hush you feeble old mange-bag. It's now your turn to die- you'll die with a clean slate in the Clan's eyes, but I only imagine what Yarrow will think..."

By the time Adderpaw received his Warrior name, Adderfrost, his father was an old, sickly cat, and was dying. For everything that his father had done through his life, Adderfrost sat with him as he died, and mocked him with every thing he had done, all the cats he was aware he had killed, and stared at him, eyes burning with stark contempt, until finally the old cat went limp and passed away into whatever afterlife there was for him. From that day on, Adderfrost was his own cat- but there was no change in his personality. He was the same as he had always been, there was no difference in that, the death, the freedom had affected him none, for his life had been lived too long as his father's shadow. As it turned out, even with Bramblethorn dead, and the clan aware of it, many cats felt as if the old tom had never left, for his son was still present, and his son, although no murderer, would end up forever carrying on his father's legacy and reputation as a loyal cat, but one with a dark, cold heart that refused to even beat in the white splashed chest.

[Feverstar]

accepted.