SNOWSTORM ~ EMBERCLAN

[[+].Snowstorm.[+]]

Name;; Snowstorm
Gender;; She-Cat
Clan;; EmberClan
Rank;; Medicine Cat
Love Life;; None

Appearance;;
A slightly thick, pure alabaster pelt ripples with each powerful enough movement that her lean but not undernourished build causes. Her limbs and paws fit her abdomen well, and her head does the same. Sharp, slightly long, pallid claws unsheathe at the first sign of desired hostility, and the incisors, nearly like the twins of the claws, bare each time they feel they are required. A mystic gray gaze scans whatever it feels it is required to scan whenever it desires to; in enough light, the orbs transform into a somewhat clear silver color, while in enough darkness, they darken into a somewhat clear ebony coloration. Slightly dark gray nostrils allow the she-cat to breathe and sniff, and the slightly dark silver coloration contained within the lobes' flesh are somewhat artistic.

Scars that she wears are barely visible, though there are a few, or a couple, that are visible. The few smallest hide under the fur of her coat, and they are quite faint. The few middle-sized scars are faint as well, and they halfway hide under the pelt. However, there is a medium sized scar upon her left ear, going from the bottom of the back to the edge of the front. The largest scar is the one upon her left hind leg, stretching from the top of the leg to slightly past the middle. The scars are barely visible, the two specified scars excepted.
Personality;;
She is a rather calm and collected cat, as well as intelligent and rather logical than instinctive. She is honest and trustworthy, as well as sincere; massive pity is also something she contains. However, she is quite distant and silent, and at times, she can become slightly cold or bitter. At times, she avoids others, though she always returns to her Clan for some odd instinct inside of her. She is not a boaster even though her skills on nearly everything are quite advanced, and she despises those that boast since she believes that everyone has their betters, earning them no rights to boast. Also, she despises liars, since she believes that they only lie through their teeth because they are frightened of the truth and its consequences. However, she is selfless to those she believes deserves it, and she sometimes encourages them to face their fears and consequences for their wrongs. She knows how to accept consequences, and so she does not attempt to avoid them.

As many say, there are two sides to a coin, but she knows the truth; that there are three sides. Her soft side is probably extremely soft and selfless, and they believe she socializes more. They also say she is less quiet, and she enjoys life more. This side of her is rare, since it has only been witnessed in a few short moments of her past. The last side of her, the evil and terrifying side, her snapping side, has only shown once, but it is extremely feared. She becomes more selfish, and she no longer cares for others, even those that she treasures. She goes on a rampage, and she kills anyone who gets into her path in this stage. However, when she recovers from her soft side or snapping side, she is back to her usual self.
History;;
Born on a freezing leaf-bare night of a full moon, at full moon rise or midnight, the alabaster she-cat was gifted life into EmberClan in the forest. The kit's mother became ill for the rest of her life due to a flaw in birthing the pallid kit. To say the truth, the kit's pelt used to be silver, but as she grew, the silver began to brighten into a pure snow without a trace of the silver that her pelt once was.

In her kit years, she was quite quiet, sometimes mistaken for shy, which was truly incorrect. She was sometimes called stone-faced due to barely showing emotion at all, until something occurred. When she was three moons away from her apprentice ceremony, her mother, growing weaker, told her about her true blood. She was not fully of EmberClan, but of BrookClan, BreezeClan, KindleClan, rogue, and loner. Her mother had a father of BrookClan, and her mother was of EmberClan. Her father had a mother of BreezeClan and a father of a rogue who had once been in KindleClan, who became a loner after the father of the kit's grandfather. The entire Clan had known, and they had hidden their suspicions of Snowkit. But she ignored it all, becoming more distant than anyone thought would be possible for a kit, that was, until she shed her pity and care whenever someone she didn't take a disliking to was harmed.

Three moons after Snowkit's apprentice ceremony, in which she became Snowpaw, there was an ambush on the Camp. She was a warrior apprentice at that time, and so she dashed straight into battle, beside her weakened mother. In the midst of the battle, a rogue dashed to fight beside her mother, and her aunt, who was in the nursery watched in horror. Snowpaw knew that her cousin, Bluekit, was only born the night before, and so she dashed to the nursery to defend it. The battle raged, and when the ambush was chased off, both her mother and the rogue were dead. Her aunt explained to her that it was her father who had fought beside her mother. It gored the pallid apprentice's interior, but she didn't show it and lent a hand to the old medicine cat as they began to take care of the injured and wounded. It was then that her memory and skills of a possible medicine cat were revealed, and soon, she was granted the position of medicine cat apprentice.

The switch of apprentice positions didn't affect her much, until the day her cousin was extremely ill, and she couldn't save her. It hurt her to see the grieving ones, and she inwardly grieved herself, but she remained strong and didn't show it. When her aunt died on a solo patrol due to a rogue's attack, it pretty much broke the alabaster apprentice's heart and soul. But, like she always did, she moved on.

Thanks to her strength, skill, knowledge, intelligence, and personality, she was given her medicine cat name at seventeen moons. She remained the distant cat she was, until she was called for duties. At twenty-two moons, she fell in love without realizing, but a moon after, her not realized beloved fell at the paws of a rogue, causing her to hate her rogue blood even more. It shattered the rest of her heart and soul, and so she became less social until it came to duties.

After a while, she was granted the position of a medicine cat, while her former mentor was growing older, extremely near elder age. She served the Clan well, and it was soon that, unexpectedly, her mentor passed away from white cough. It did hurt her, but not as much anymore, for she had grown stronger. So, when a raid attacked the medicine cat den and the nursery one new moon night, she ignored the death of a few kits, and she fought extremely well; when the raid was chased off, she was left to attempt to heal two queens and a warrior. One of the queens didn't make it, but the other queen and the warrior did. It didn't really drag her down nor up much; she was just emotionless.

She continued to serve her Clan well, and she made certain that she would be the best medicine cat she could. And to this day, she still does so.
RP Example;;
[From Warriors Reflection]
Nodding her cranium, Snowstar knew well that she was to make sure her Clan would be safe from the disease. All she was concerned about was that she knew that not all cats of her Clan would be completely safe, for life was completely unpredictable. But worrying about it now wasn't a good idea, and she knew she had to stick with the best things to keep her Clan in order and in wonderful well-being. Unnecessary turmoil before the problem occurred was one of the worst things she could bring up, so she pushed that aside, and she allowed awareness of the present dream to drift back into her orbs.

A second after awareness began to seep back into her, her lobes slightly flicked as Smallstar spoke. "I have been well, I suppose. Clan life may be getting slightly hectic, but I'm sure things aren't going to get too severe to pass my ability of control...," she murmured, her tone somewhat distantly neutral. "How about your well-being," she mumbled after a few seconds of hesitation. She wrapped her tail neatly around her paws, and that was when ebony met emerald.

Other;; None.

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