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Name: Frostbite
Family: Unknown
Rank: Warrior
Clan: SunClan
Gender: Tom
Age: Twenty four moons
Eye Color: Crimson
Fur Color: Silver tipped black
Other Appearances:

A number of differences set this tom apart, one of which is his uniquely colored fur. A head on glance may tell you he is a simple black cat, albeit an awful dark one, but reasonably normal all the same. Yet across his back his fur is tipped in silver, giving him the appearance that a light dusting of snow permanently rests on him. The next, and most notable, difference is his eyes. Yes, the eternal blood red pools on either side of his ebony face. It is these that cause no cat to ever forget him. Perhaps the only normal thing about him is his size and weight which neither lag behind or exceed any normal cats.

Personality:

To most this tom is neither a friend nor an enemy, despite how well known he is amongst his clan and others. While he is indeed a formidable fighter, it is not this that causes cats to fear him, but a curse his mother left on him. A curse that he is all ready to fulfill. He appears a quiet loner, or some say outcast, who is loyal to the bone and wants only the best for his clan. This is what he wants, for it will someday provide them with doubt when air of his true intentions reaches them. What is this horrible thing? Domination. Revenge at the world which never accepted him. That is the one thing this tom desires, the one thing he will do anything to achieve.

History:

He was born a rogue on the edge of SunClan territory one chill night in the middle of leafbare. His parents knew well of the clan cats that lived nearby, yet they could not care less. The she-cat who was his mother was assured that her mate would be able to fight off any who threatened her. She was wrong. The day after her only sons birth, a small patrol of SunClan cats stumbled upon them. Desperate to prove his strength, the tom who sired him attacked, however, was quickly killed. His mother was horrified and out of fear, surrendered. She said that if they would take her kit and raise him as their own she would never return. Figuring it was a reasonable offer, and not wanting any harm to come to the young being, they warriors accepted and started back to their camp. As they went, a menacing voice hissed after them, saying, "Because of you my family is destroyed, my dreams crushed. For this you will pay, for this you are cursed. It is true that I will not return, but through my son...yes...through my son..."

From then on the kit led a relatively normal life. He led the life of any clan born warrior, yet was never fully accepted because of the curse which hovered over him. Perhaps if kindness had at one time been shown to him he would not hunger for revenge the way he now does. But no one can change the past.

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