Lionfrost~ThunderClan warrior

[Foxpaw]

Name Lionfrost

Age 25 moons

Gender Tom

Clan ThunderClan

Position Warrior

Short Description Long-furred ginger tom with blue eyes.

Description Lionfrost is a rather handsome tom, standing out in comparison to his rather regular looking sister. For one, he's a rather large tom, muscular and intimidating. His fur is long and fiery red, yet soft as a feather, and everything about him seems to scream "fighter". His eyes are a stunning light blue and fairly sightless. Although his vision is not black, it's too blurry to make out anything.

Personality Lionfrost has always been a quiet, intelligent tom. He's the type of cat who thinks too much at times, over-anaylzying the smallest situation. He has a hard time making decisions, whereas he used to think hard on them for a short while then leave completely confident and sure in the choice he made. Although he can no longer fight very well himself, he often volunteers to help with strategies and always proves to do well in those situations.

Lionfrost has always had a quiet confidence about him. He wasn't cocky or showy, but he knew exactly what he was doing and why. That's lessened a bit, but it's surprisingly still there. He's not reckless like his sister, and he knows he's next to useless in battle now, but every now and then, he can't help but feel a bitter helplessness and the urge to rush into battle and be the hero that he once was.

Since his accident, Lionfrost has become more anti-social. If a cat seeks him out, he's still friendly, but he rarely starts conversations himself. Although he has always been a rather serious cat, he was also always good-humored and kind. He wasn't charasmatic in the way of his sister, who was a favorite on patrols or playful chats and stories, but he has his own sort of charisma. He is the type of cat that naturally seems to lift cat's spirits, like an old war general rallying the troops for battle. Unfortunately, he rarely opens his mouth to do so now a days.

HistoryTwo small kits lay on their backs, eyes wide as they stare at the stars. They are barely more than 3 moons and are filled to the brim with hopes and aspirations and dreams.

"I'm going to be leader one day," Lionkit says, and his voice is filled with a quiet sort of confidence. He isn't cocky, but he is sure of where his pawsteps will lead him in a way that Shrewkit will one day wish she is. For now, her minds on playing moss ball and annoying warriors, and she only thinks of the present, not of what her brother could become.

"I'm sure you will," Shrewkit mews good-naturedly but distractedly. It's a common dream, and by the time they're apprentices, he'll surely outgrow it.

Except he doesn't.

They are apprentices now, and she's beginning to see in him what their parents and the other warriors do. He is an excellent cat, focused, intelligent, a born leader. She still lives for the present, hunting, fighting, patrolling, complaining. They are nearing the day that they become warriors, and they sit together after their first battle, blood still smeared in their pelts. She just wants to crumble to the ground, but he stands tall and strong, ready to take on the world. "I'm going to be leader one day," He meows, and this time she believes him, believes in everything he is. She's never been more proud of her brother.

It's been a few moons since they've become Shrewleap and Lionfrost. She's perfectly content where she is as a warrior, but Lionfrost is always striving forward. Then the day comes that changes them forever. It's a freak accident. It never should of happened.

It is an average patrol. Shrewleap, Lionfrost, and two other, older warriors all set out early in the morning. It was one of those patrols that was rather rowdy from the start, full of good humored jokes and a few playful scuffles. They hadn't had trouble in moons after all, and Lionfrost seems to be the only one taking things seriously.

That's when the kittypet shows up. He's a rather large tom, but he panics like a kit the moment he sees the group of rough looking warriors. The two warriors that are with them are itching for a fight, and they began to chase it off. Shrewleap stands, uncertain and alone as her brother darts off, not one to be outdone. No one expects the kittypet to suddenly whirl on his attackers and begin clawing wildly, and Lionfrost is the closest target.

The bloodcurdling yowls of pain that come from her brother will stay with Shrewleap forever. He almost instantly falls to the ground, pawing helplessly at his eyes that are damaged beyond repair. The other two warriors claw into the kittypet fiercely before returning to Lionfrost's side.

The wait and the hope are the hardest parts. Shrewleap visits her brother daily, filled with hope that his eyes will get better. However, when the scars begin to fade, and his beautiful blue eyes remain pale and sightless, she knows. He knows. The whole clan knows.

He tries. StarClan knows he tries, but at best, he is a fairly bad fighter. But he will not be useless to his clan. He learns patience and how to be quiet and how to feel for sticks and such when hunting, and he learns to provide for his clan in the only way he can. Shrewleap watches in angst, wondering how her brother can even be remotely happy now. She pushes herself through training an apprentice, and watches her become a warrior, feeling pride despite their differences. She tries harder than she ever has before, for him, and suddenly, she's shaping up into a fine warrior, a cat who can be more.

One day, Lionfrost pads with her beneath the stars, just like all those moons ago, and he smiles. "You're going to make a fine leader one day," He mews, voice soft and warm. And just like that, she knows she has no choice. She has to carry on for him, and she does. She can only be herself, but she's a better cat now. She will do this for him, and for the other cats who were born for something and had it ripped so cruelly from them. She does it because she has to.

Meanwhile, Lionfrost hears the stories and is bitter and oh so very proud all at once. He is startled by his feelings on the unfairness of it, but if he can't protect his clan, at least his sister can. Everyday, he trains to be the fighter that he once was, to at least be mediocre, dismissing his hunting skills with a wave of his tail. He has high hopes for the future, yet at the same time, it chokes and drowns him, and he only hopes he can get out with his spirit still in tact.

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[Skye]

Accepted