Name: Dawnfrost
Age: 27 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Appearance: Dawnfrost is a calico she-cat. She stands a little shorter than your average cat her age. She has small ears on her small round face. One of her ears is brown and white and the other is black. She has light blue, frosty eyes that gave her the 'frost' part of her warrior name.
Dawnfrost's face is all calico with a white chin and and a pink nose. She has a white underbelly and a calico back. Her front and back legs are calico except for her pure white paws. She has a very big, fluffy calico tail that has given her troubles when hunting.
Personality: Dawnfrost is a spunky and energetic she-cat. She is known for acting like a young apprentice at times. That is why some are are surprised at her wisdom. She isn't a very good hunter. She is good at blending in thanks to her calico coat, but her bushy tail has a tendency to stick up and give her away. She got better at keeping it down since she became a warrior, though. She is a good fighter, being small and quick footed. She is a pretty lovable cat, though she sometimes gets on the other warriors' nerves with her optimistic personality.
History: Dawnfrost was born with no littermates. She had been very close to her mother as a kit, since she hadn't really been rowdy as a lot of kits are for she had nobody to be rowdy with. Because of this, she had grown up very sensitive. She didn't mind, though. She had liked being with her mother and only with her mother.
Later, as an apprentice, Dawnfrost had started to get bored with having her mother as her only playmate. She wanted to play with cats her age; cats who were less mature and careful, didn't get tired as easily, and didn't have so many duties to carry out. She knew she could play with her new denmates, but she was too shy to ask them. She started to get jealous of the cats who would always have their littermates to play with.
Then, another obstacle sent Dawnfrost into jealousy and depression. Greencough had hit the camp and Dawnfrost and her mother had caught whitecough. Dawnfrost's father had caught greencough. After a moon of suffering on the Clan's behalf, everyone had recovered. A few cats had been taken by DreamClan, though. Dawnfrost's father was one of them.
Dawnfrost, still a young apprentice, and her mother mourned. Dawnfrost's mother got better over time, though there was still a hole in her heart. Dawnfrost didn't. Not only was she depressed, but she had another reason to be jealous of her denmates. They all still had their mothers and fathers.
Shortly after her father's death, Dawnfrost's mother realized she was pregnant. Dawnfrost would have been very happy if she still hadn't been mourning for her father. Some time later, Dawnfrost's brother, Sparrowkit (Currently Sparrowheart) was born. He had never known his father, so he never really understood why Daawfrost was always so sulky when she saw fathers and their kits bonding.
Dawnfrost eventually let the memory of her father fade to the back of her mind. She started acting like her normal self again. Of coarse, she wasn't jealous of the cats who had littermates anymore. Instead, she was jealous of those who DIDN'T. She never thought that brothers could be so pesky.
With her warrior ceremony coming up, Dawnfrost didn't have any time for fun and games. Dawnfrost had troubles with her big, fluffy tail. Calico cats are usually good hunters, for their fur serves a a good source of camouflage. Yet, Dawnfrost just couldn't seem to keep her big tail down when stalking her prey. It always saw her before she could make her move. She was a pretty good fighter, though, because of her her quick feet and small size.
Finally, Dawnfrost received her warrior name. She was very proud of finally achieving her goal, yet wished that her father had been there to see her do it. She still gets sulky sometimes because of it. Her dream was always to be the best warrior she could be.
Mate/crush: None yet ;)
Clan: RainbowClan
Lineage:Father: Stonepelt (deceased)
Mother: Spottedeyes
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Other: Nothing really
Roleplay Example:This is back when Dawnfrost was an apprentice.
The sun was starting to show itself on the horizon. The birds were starting to sing their songs to the brand new day. The RainbowClan camp was starting to stir. Cats were starting to sleepily walk out of their dens and stretch. The dawn patrol was just making its way into the camp. They seemed to be the only ones wide awake. And healthy.
As the cats started to wake up, coughs silenced the singing birds and started to wake everyone else in the camp. In the last couple moon, greencough had found its way to RainbowClan. Many were sick and the Clan was having a hard time surviving leaf-bare.
Dawnpaw slowly opened her sticky eyes. The stench of sickness filled her nostrils. She was in the medicine cat's den. She and her mother had caught whitecough.
As Dawnpaw started to wake up more, she heard the sounds of wheezing and shallow breathing. Those were coming from the back of the den, where the greencough patients were being treated. Her father was one of them.
Dawnpaw struggled to her paws. She was feeling slightly better today. She managed to get up and lap at a pool of water at the front of the den. As she drank the cold water, a drop of freezing water landed on her ear and made her jump slightly. She looked up and saw an icicle. The drop had come from a melting icicle. A MELTING ICICLE! New-leaf was coming!
Dawnpaw hadn't realized it was warmer outside today than the day before, for her fever made her feel hot anyway. Dawnpaw walked back to her mother, feeling more alive.
"I can't believe new-leaf is finally here!" she thought happily.
"Mama, new-leaf is here!" Dawnpaw said excitedly to her mother when she got back, "I saw a melting..." Dawnpaw paused when she noticed her mother wasn't listening. She was staring straight ahead with a glazed expression.
"What's wrong, Mama?" Dawnpaw asked her mother, a little scared. Suddenly, a foul smell filled her nostrils. It was a mix between crowfood and sickness. It was the smell of death.
The sound of pawsteps filled Dawnpaw's ears. She looked to see two elders carrying a big gray tom on their backs. The tom's tail dragged along the ground. His name was Stonepelt and he was Dawnpaw's father.
"No..." Dawnpaw whispered, her eyes wide with shock. She flopped down on her side with the same glazed expression as her mother. She had forgotten all about the icicle. Her fever was returning. There was also a new feeling. It made Dawnpaw feel empty and useless. It was grief.
