Frozenspear__[Deceased.cat-of;;TornadoClan]

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• They call me Frozenkit ; Frozenpaw ; Frozenspear
  
  
• I was destined with the life of a tomcat
  
  
• My form is that of a feline
  
  
• I had existed for 52 moons
  
  
• I resembled a feline of the maine coon breed
  
  
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• I had looked like a lean, blue-grey tomcat with a pale green ringed tail. My clear grey eyes matched the silver tips of my ears, and also my light grey nose. I was agile but muscular, and had quite the strong legs for kicking and leaping. My specialty was in combat, which came easily to me because of my powerful paws and blade-like claws. Though not the meanest cat of TornadoClan, I was respected for my good-natured humor and impartial judgment. I only wished to do what was best, and did not find myself striving for a deputy or leader position. My neck fur was spikier than most in the back, and had tiny flecks of misty blue and an embery orange. A more uncomfortable quirk of mine was that my clear claws would stick out, even when sheathed. I had faded red blending into my fur, but mostly on my flanks and spine.
  
  
• I had been living with TornadoClan
  
  
• My position within the Clan was a warrior
  
  
• My personality was that of a good-natured, laid back tom. I was never the ambitious type; looking to succeed my abilities or strive for power over my clanmates. Content with the position I had, I figured that a life worth living should be a comfortable one. The usual thoughts of a warrior were usually in my mind, and I did not worry about finding a mate or getting attention. Somehow, this seemed appealing to the she-cats of my Clan, though I am still amused by the way they would pry for my affection. Being kind but firm was always seeming to work out for me. Not considered lazy or the cleverest in the Clan, the image of one of the loyal, cheeky members of my Clan was recognized when I padded into the camp. It seemed as if I stuck out, but was never the center of attention, which I thought about often.
  
  
• It began when I was a kit, growing up under the protection of TornadoClan's cave walls. My mother, well, she is not who you wish to know about, correct? My parents were rather distant to me as a kit, and wouldn't answer much of the flow of my never ending questions. I wouldn't blame them too much, though, because they did not exactly know the answer to "Why is moss growing on the walls?" or "Why do we have different fur than other Clans?" Despite my lack of direction while growing up, many were surprised to see how I mellowed out from excitable, information-craving kit to handsome, chill tom of TornadoClan. I didn't particularly pay attention to the dramas of Clan life, or the battles. Just getting through each day the way I like to seemed to be the only thing that mattered. Eventually, a particularly good-looking she-cat caught my eye. It's about time. I had thought that many-a-time when dear Desertrush came around. She was everything I was looking for in a she-cat, or rather-- everything I would want in a she-cat -- since I wasn't really looking for her. Calm, sweet, a bit feather-headed, and an all-around dreamy she-cat was what she was. What a prize. I suppose it would've happened eventually, but soon our little bundle, Wishkit, entered this world. She was just like her mother in personality, but closely resembled none other than I. This kitten was unlike anything I've ever experienced: light-hearted, adventurous, curious, and quite a bit on the eyes. Raising my beloved daughter was the most interesting thing I had accomplished, and was good enough for me.
  
  
• My relations were
  -- Mate : Desertrush
  -- Daughter : Wishstar
  
  
• I go by the quote of --- "Live within today, before tomorrow sweeps you away."
  
  
• My right to passage would be destiny.
  
  

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Wow, beautiful bio. Tis a shame he's no longer with us D8 ACCEPTED!!

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