Picture:

Name: Blossomfrost
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 27 moons
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Warrior (and maybe Deputy)

Description: Blossomfrost is a tortoiseshell and white she-cat. She stands a little shorter than your average cat her age. She has small ears on her small round face. One of her ears is brown and white and the other is black. She has light blue, frosty eyes that gave her the 'frost' part of her name.

Blossomfrost's face is all tortoiseshell with a white chin and and a pink nose. She has a white underbelly and a tortoiseshell back. Her front and back legs are tortoiseshell except for her pure white paws. She has a very big, fluffy tortoiseshell tail that has given her troubles when hunting.

Personality: Blossomfrost is a spunky and energetic cat. She isn't much for being alone, but when she is deep in thought, her Clanmates know to stay away. She can be very sensitive and touchy. When someone makes fun of her tail or reminds her of her father, she can sulk for days. She is also known for sometimes acting like a foolish, clumsy kit and can get on her Clanmates nerves. She has matured a little ever since she became a warrior, though. Otherwise, she is fun to be around.

History: Blossomfrost was born with no littermates. She had been very close to her mother as a kit, since she hadn't really been rowdy as a lot of kits are for she had nobody to be rowdy with. Because of this, she had grown up very sensitive. She didn't mind, though. She had liked being with her mother and only with her mother.

Later, as an apprentice, Blossomfrost had started to get bored with having her mother as her only playmate. She wanted to play with cats her age; cats who were less mature and careful, didn't get tired as easily, and didn't have so many duties to carry out. She knew she could play with her new denmates, but she was too shy to ask them. She started to get jealous of the cats who would always have their littermates to play with.

Then, another obstacle sent Blossomfrost into jealousy and depression. Greencough had hit the camp and Blossomfrost and her mother had caught whitecough. Blossomfrost's father had caught greencough. After a moon of suffering on the Clan's behalf, everyone had recovered. A few cats had been taken by StarClan, though. Blossomfrost's father was one of them.

Blossomfrost, still a young apprentice, and her mother mourned. Blossomfrost's mother got better over time, though there was still a hole in her heart. Blossomfrost didn't. Not only was she depressed, but she had another reason to be jealous of her denmates. They all still had their mothers and fathers.

Shortly after her father's death, Blossomfrost's mother realized she was pregnant. Blossomfrost would have been very happy if she still hadn't been mourning for her father. Some time later, Blossomfrost's brother, Sparrowkit (Currently Sparrowheart) was born. He had never known his father, so he never really understood why Blossomfrost was always so sulky when she saw fathers and their kits bonding.

Blossomfrost eventually let the memory of her father fade to the back of her mind. She started acting like her normal self again. Ofcoarse, she wasn't jealous of the cats who had littermates anymore. Instead, she was jealous of those who DIDN'T. She never thought that brothers could be so pesky.

With her warrior ceremony coming up, Blossomfrost didn't have any time for fun and games. Blossomfrost had troubles with her big, fluffy tail. Tortoiseshell cats are usually good hunters, for their fur serves a a good source of camouflage. Yet, Blossomfrost just couldn't seem to keep her big tail down when stalking her prey. It always saw her before she could make her move. She was a pretty good fighter, though, because of her her quick feet and small size.

Finally, Blossomfrost received her warrior name. She was very proud of finally achieving her goal, yet wished that her father had been there to see her do it. She still gets sulky sometimes because of it. Her dream is to be the best warrior she can be, though deep in her heart, she longs to be deputy.

Secret Word: Please don't smile

Other: Role Play Example:

At the last Gathering, your leader had a heated argument against one of the other Clan Leaders. Since that night, you have been on your guard watching and waiting for an attack. It is around moonhigh and you are beginning to doze at your position just inside the warriors den. There is a rustle and suddenly there are other scents in the area. The attack has begun!

The moon was high in the sky. The warriors of StarClan were looking down upon the StormClan camp. Blossomfrost was staring back at them. She had been thinking about Swiftstar's arguement with Duskstar at the last Gathering. It had scared her how intense it had gotten. Claws were unsheathed, growls were building in the cats' throats. They had been on the brink of battle. Then, StarClan had covered the moon, reminding the Clan cats of the treaty under the full moon.

Ever since that night, Blossomfrost had been on her guard at all times; always looking over her shoulder when patrolling in the forest, not sleeping, but guarding the camp, etcetera. Tonight, she was guarding the camp. Her fear of a bloody battle was greater than her need of sleep and that need was great.

Blossomfrost hadn't slept in five days. Every few moments, her eyelids would droop and she would have to think to herself, "AMBUSH!" Then, her eyes would pop open, to see that everyone was sleeping. Then, her eyelids would droop again. This would continue throughout the night.

Blossomfrost's eyelids were drooping again. The quiet rustling of the wind was lulling her to sleep. Something occurred to her, "Wait, the wind doesn't rustle!"

Her eyes flew open. The bushes were moving faintly. Blossomfrost was so sleepy, though, she couldn't tell if it was the wind or something else. Her eyelids began to droop again. She opened her mouth to taste the air. She could smell the mixed scents of her fellow warriors behind her, the young apprentices in the apprentice den, the smell of herbs from the Medicine Cat's den, Swiftstar's scent from the leader's den, the nasty smell of dirtplace, the milky aroma of the nursery, and the faint scent of FireClan. FIRECLAN!

Blossomfrost's eyelids flew open again. She backed into the warrior's den just in time to not be seen by the pair of yellow eyes that were scanning the camp. A black cat cautiously climbed out of the bushes, followed by a dark brown tabby.

"It seems like everyone's asleep," said the black cat to his companion, "Duskstar was right, this would be easy." At those words, Blossomfrost hissed. As soon as she did, she regretted it.

"What was that?" the tabby said, his eyes and ears pointed toward the apprentice den.

"I don't know," said the black cat as he slowly started creeping toward Blossomfrost, who was still in the darkness of the warriors den. She knew this was it. Her fears were coming true. With one deep breath, Blossomfrost leaped out of her hiding spot and yowled, "AMBUSH!" Then, she leaped into battle.