Pinefrost | FaintClan

[Sakura]

<sup>To my fellow comrades, I am Pinefrost
Twenty seven moons I have regretted every breath
Like my mother, I am a she-cat
To some, my loyalties are split, but I stand for FaintClan

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My looks I can say I’m somewhat proud of. I got my smoky grey from my mother, but my white is from my father. My crystal white is drawn onto my nose a bit and my cheat. White little boots are worn on my feet, except for my back left leg where it reaches half way up the leg.

My eyes are my own. They bare none of my parents’ genes in them. Like my pelt, they are a rather dull grey. Though I usually keep my face exceptionally composed, emotion can slip out now and again. Such as my transparent grey eyes can dance gracefully when I’m in my better moods. They flare when I get annoyed or pissed off. But yet when I am sad, my eyes are a darker grey and have absolutely no life in them. This is how it’s usually is. Ever since my tainted past, I’ve never been the most cheerful cat.

My scars are hidden from the eye. My silky pelt has grown over them or they grew out as I have grown. Most are from battles, a few from my father, and the rest from foolish times.

My attitude, as you most likely know, I am not a happy cheerful cat. I keep to myself and I don’t share my little squabbles with my comrades. But I as don’t share mine, I don’t accept theirs. I really couldn’t careless of their personal problems, unless it has anything to do with me or the Clan, whine to some other cat.

My divided loyalties are what tear me apart. Though I am truly loyal to FaintClan, I have felt pangs for NightClan now and again. But since I love my mother and not my father, I remain in FaintClan.

My comrades constantly judge me for my half-blood. Like the stories of half-clanners working endlessly to prove to their Clans that they are loyal, I have tried. I truly tried to train my paws off during my apprentice years, but then I stopped caring. I say let them judge me for what they see in their eyes. Let them scream out how much they want to exile me from the Clan. Let them. No matter how hard they try, they cannot label me for who I am. No matter how hard they try, they cannot sway me. But if I do ever leave, I hope my absence makes them suffer for the way they have made me.

My mother was a hero. Stormshadow was one of the noblest warriors I’ve ever known. She was a pure smoky grey with magnificent golden eyes. She was a warrior of FaintClan, a skilled and gifted fighter. But while my mother was a hero, my father was a thief. And so was I.

My father is a NightClan warrior by the name of Jaggedfoot. He was a snow white tom with battle scars forging all over his pelt. My father was a lean, swift tom. His speed was the only good thing he ever gave to me.

My story is rather interesting. Stormshadow and Jaggedfoot met innocently when they were young warriors at a Gathering. Well, you can guess how they went. First it was Gatherings and friends only, and then a one way trip downhill. They started meeting secretly for seasons. Jaggedfoot was surely in love, yet Stormshadow had mixed feelings. One night they met and Stormshadow was force-bred.

My mother was pissed off at Jaggedfoot for what he done, but when she found out she was pregnant, the anger blew away. She told her mate and he was overjoyed. My mother was happy, but only she could see was dangers lied ahead.

My birth was hard on my mother. But in the end, she was three kits. Two toms and the only she-kit, me. Both of my brothers, Luckkit the oldest, and Dashkit the youngest were both lucky they look exactly like my mother. I was stuck in the dead middle as Pinekit and had resemblance of my father.

My father, when I was three moons old, visited us in a neutral territory. The three of us were nervous when we saw him, but he was kind at first. Unfortunately, cats from FaintClan discovered my parents’ secret hideout and soon all of FaintClan and even NightClan knew. Both of the Clans claimed us. At first they were going to a battle, and then they agreed that when we were apprentices, they would decide where we would go.

My Clan argued with NightClan on who had dibs on us or well… me. My mother and father decided to agree on it personally. Well, it soon turned bloody. Luckpaw was going to NightClan, when a fox killed him. Dashpaw was killed in FaintClan by greencough. That just left me. The bloody part is that my parents got physical. My father gave me some scars as he tried to force me to NightClan. But my mother got in the way. She sacrificed herself to save me from a unintentional death blow. When that happened, I ran back to my territory. Stormshadow’s body was recovered that night. It was indeed horrible.

My father died shortly after my mother. As if SilverClan was pissed off of his actions that they killed him. I’m not truly sure how he died; only that he was not a warrior’s death.

My mentor was Otterfoot. He was kind and patient and made me the warrior I am today. He was tough, but it only made me tougher. When my ceremony occurred, I was named Pinefrost. I am proud of that name. But sadly, my mentor, my friend, was killed in a battle. A true warrior’s death.

My life in a nutshell. Both of my mother and brothers were heroes. But I and my father were thieves. I can say I am a thief in many ways. I’ve broken the warrior code countless of times, I have abandoned my Clan in their time of need, and many other things as well. I probably will remain filthy as ever as I cloud the light of heroes.</sup>

[Dragon]

wonderful bio accepted ^^

[Sakura]

thank you ^^