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Heart-Anonimous — Froststep // The Revengeful Guard - THL
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Description
“In life, as in chess, forethought wins.”
.: GENERAL :.
Name: Froststep
Name Meaning:
Frost: Named after his white fur
Step: Named after his swift and silent steps
Nicknames: Frosty
Age: 46 moons
Joined At: Tuesday (16/10/2018)
Birth Season: Leaf-Bare
Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Alliance: Whispering Moors
Rank: Guard
Teacher(s):
Doveflight
Current Student: --
Previous Student(s):
Cherrystorm
Theme song: Chop Suey! - System of a Down
.: Appearance :.
Basic Description: A tall and long white tom with dark markings and icy blue eyes.
Breed: Oriental shorthair and moggie mix
Build: Slim
Height: Tall
Weight: Light
Scent: Grass
Voice: Thomas Borchert
.: Statistics :.
| Battle Statistics |
5/10 :: Strength
9/10 :: Speed
3/10 :: Attack
8/10 :: Tactics
4/10 :: Endurance
5/10 :: Defense
7/10 :: Flexibility
| Build |
Light :: ●●●●oooooo :: Heavy
Skinny :: ●●●ooooooo :: Muscular
| Fur |
Thin :: ●●●●oooooo :: Thick
Dry :: ●●oooooooo :: Glossy
Short :: ●●●ooooooo :: Long
| Natural Senses |
5/10 :: Sight
7/10 :: Hearing
6/10 :: Scenting
| Knowledge Skills |
0/10 :: Kitting and Kitcare
3/10 :: Den Building
1/10 :: Herb Knowledge
3/10 :: Fishing Tactics
5/10 :: Hunting Tactics
| Other Skills |
-/10 :: Swimming
-/10 :: Tree Climbing
7/10 :: Leaping
5/10 :: Rabbit Chasing
4/10 :: Leading
3/10 :: Tracking
Belief in The Lost: 80/100
Loyalty to their clan: 40/100
.: Relations and Heritage :.
-- | Father | Stonewatcher || NPC | --
-- | Mother | Snowflake || NPC | --
-- | Sibling | Icebear || HannahLovesTea | --
-- | Half sibling(s) | --
-- | Boulder- || DesLove | --
-- | Rocktalon || WistyCat | --
-- | Pebble- || NPC | --
-- | Offspring | None | --
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual (Aromantic)
Gender Preference: Male
Preferences:
● Someone that actually uses their brain to think;
● That is worth spending time talking to;
● Who just makes him feel better.
Significant Other: --
Attractions: --
.: Personality :.
.: Positive :.
| Objective | Patient | Charismatic |
Objective: Froststep is only interested on the facts. Do not bother him with sentimentalism.
Patient: Delays don't bother him that much, he will give other cats and himself all the chances needed to achieve success.
Charismatic: He just has a way with his words. What can he do? He just loves choosing the right thing to say.
.: Neutral :.
| Ambitious | Reserved | Proud |
Ambitious: All he lives for is to become successful. He glorifies the General position due to it's significance. And he views the Leader rank the same as a cat sent from Lost themselves.
Reserved: He would rather listen than talk, he only does it when necessary. And you won't see him speaking his mind up at any given chance.
Proud: Of course he is aware that he is too proud, but sometimes others just prove why he is better than a lot of cats. He is not reckless.
.: Negative :.
| Calculating | Callous | Devious |
Calculating: Everything is just a strategy game for him. Life is like playing chess, move the right
piece and you'll be victorious.
Callous: Frost is good at many things, but understanding feelings isn't his forte. He can be really insensitive at times.
Devious: If life is just a game, influencing some things here and there to his favor isn't cheating, is it?
.: Backstory :.
.:Kithood:.
It was kinda funny how a cat named after the frosted rain of Leaf-Bare ended up having her kits in the middle of a snow storm. The white she-cat couldn't wait to see her little kits. How many? Were they females or males? Would they look more like her or their father? Those questions were all answered when she saw her two fragile toms. The mother HAD to name her offsprings after the weather. Snowflake named the brothers Frostkit and Icekit, because she thought it was cute. They were her little flakies.
She was so proud of them. They were so healthy, even if the odds where against them. But that didn't matter for them. Especially for the clever Frostkit. Watching others was his favorite thing to do to pass the time. He wasn't a playful kit, he would rather stay still watching the other kits bite each other like dangerous predators than joining in. But he would save up some time to play with his brother of course.
.: Apprenticeship :.
Being a student was... An interesting experience. It wasn't neither bad nor good, just a nice change of pace from kithood. His mentor was Doveflight, a tall and rather old tom. He was really wise, Frostpaw could listen to his advices and stories all day, but he had better things to do. Like becoming the best student there ever was so the Monarch would make him the General one day. And it was about that time that his parents started to argue a lot. It became something common for the brothers, to see their parents fighting, but for some reason, things started to get more violent.
One faithful day, as Frostpaw and Icepaw came back from training, they had to witness something they wish no other cat would ever see. Stonewatcher was having another argument with Snowflake, but this time things got out of hand, the colorpointed tom sliced the she-cat's face with his pointy claws. It all happened so quickly, the white tom could barely process what happened. That was the day, the faithful day, that something inside of him changed. He dug his claws on ground, his gaze was like a forest fire, his blood was hot like a Green-Leaf day. It was the first time the tom experienced the taste of ravenge. And it was one of the sweetest taste that his tongue knew.
After that day, the student was after his Heir position with even more passion. Imagine the things he could do as a General, to his father, to his poor mother... And imagine what he would be able to do as a Monarch. His father would pray to the Lost to have mercy on his pitful soul, because the only thing Frostpaw lacked, was pity towards Stonewatcher. Everyday, he plotted ways to get his revenge, to avenge his mother, her pride, her happiness. The stupid reckless mouse brain jerk was going to pay. Oh he was. That was a promisse.
.: Warrior-hood :.
Becoming a guard was something Frost has been dreaming of since... Since a long time. That meant more freedom for him. More freedom to put his revenge party to the test. The name he recieved was just, perfect. Froststep. The tom of the silent steps. Like he was always walking on snow. He couldn't be more proud of himself, he was finally able to finish something that he started long moons ago. He wanted to see his mother smile once more, before...
A lot of things happened at once, first the Monarch has kits and names one of them the next Heir. One more thing to stop him from reaching his objective. Then Stonewatcher has kits with a slut- Wonderful. She-cat. It was disgusting. The pain inside the lake blue eyes of Snowflake, it reflected to everyone that bothered to notice. She was in pain. Everything she wanted to have for herself, was happening right in front of her eyes and she knew she would never be able to achieve that. Not anymore. But Froststep would make sure neither his father would achieve such goal. No one would.
He followed the dark tom everywhere, watching from afar, without even being noticed. Stonewatcher had a routine, something that was really good for Frost, but not so much for the victim. A routine only made things easier for him, it was all a matter to be at the right place, on the right time and everything would play out just as what he planned. It was about that time when a battle between the Moor Kingdom and the Wood Kingdom came to delay his plans. The heir fled, but another one of the Monarch's kit was named right after. Lost must hate him a lot.
But finally. The judgment day was here. The day he would end the souce of his mother's sadness once and for all. Froststep waited patiently until Stonewatcher arrived. He was taking a walk by himself, or so he had thought before the white tom pounced him with feral violence. His father was much stronger, but brawn wasn't the key to win every battle, strategy was. Froststep kicked the tom towards the Great Fall, where his father would fin himself struggling to grip on the wet stones. Stonewatcher dared his son to end that there, but the cold hearted white cat had other plans. He sat there and watched his father fighting to survive, he could smell it. Yes. There was no better scent than fear. He didn't want to die. Of course he didn't. No one really does.
After a long battle to survive, the dark tom lost to the fury of nature. Froststep would shear a grin when he heard Stonestep's screams. The last ones. Forever. He puffed up his chest and took a deep breath. Revenge was so sweet, but oh so venomous. It can corrupt even the purest of cats in the land. The white tom came back to camp and announce to the Monarch that he simply watched his father fall from the Great Falls. When he was questioned to why he didn't help he just said "I chose not to." And continued with his normal life like that never happened.
When the Monarch called his name to be the Lead Guard, Froststep had never felt so proud in his life. He knew he deserved it, more than any cat in the Kingdom. He was experienced and clever, he was just surprised of how long it took for the she-cat to realize that. But, putting that aside, he was feeling more sure about what he was doing than ever. Although, he waited for days to see his mother smile, he only made her feel worse. She was scared of him. Why? He did a good thing, he got rid of the parasite that was haunting her thoughts. Why was she so scared of him? Because he watched his father die without doing anything to prevent it? It's not like HE killed him, he brought that on himself. Karma is a powerful thing.
Now more distant than his mother and more close to his brother, Froststep woke up to the news that the Kingdom of Moors had a new Monarch, and he had already chosen a General. And it wasn't him. How could he? He was obviously better qualified for the rank than any cat alive in that land. Why would Breezemoon choose anyone else, but him? And just so the younger tom could laugh even more at his face, he chose another cat as his Lead Guard. What about him? He was already the Lead, why replace him with someone with less experience?
Of course the new Monarch wasn't good eanough to be there. Neither him, his filthy General nor his pityful Lead Guard. But Froststep had a solution for that. A plan that would be so well thought out and planned with such caution, that the Kingdom of the Whispering Moors would have to listen to him. Not only the moors, but all kingdoms. The Hallowed Woods and the Twisted Marsh would also face him. And he was going to win. No more defeats, no more disappointment. The life on that small land was going to change. For the better. If he was involved, it will always be for the better.
.: Other :.
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