Morningfrost | MOTHCLAN warrior

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Morningfrost Molly 48 moons Hetero Mothclan Warrior "Love is what turns us weak." -- Appearance Morningfrost fits right in when it comes to the size of Mothclan cats. Her fur is quite fluffy, giving her a larger appearance than she truly has. However, with that said this molly isn't small in size. Her body is lean muscle, built to fight and more than ready to. Her fur is sleek and smooth, almost always groomed to perfection. Her lower maw, down her chest to her front paws, and belly is a solid white. It's quite a bright amount and seems to accent the vulnerable areas of her body. However the rest of her body is a fight between large patches of a light ginger and dark grey. She's quite the sight to behold, and her bright green eyes add more to the beautiful canvas.  Personality In many ways does this molly come off as regal. She's as if one had taken royalty and bottled them up inside the body of a cat. Her words are chosen carefully before spoken, always eloquently and with a sing song tune. They're nine out of ten times wise and full of meaning, though should she let herself relax they can be a tad goofy.  Following along with her regal manner,  she can come off as a bit of a priss. Though this shouldn't deter many from trying to make friends. Morningfrost is quite the friend to those who attempt. She's more loyal than most are made, and she'll defend a friend to the death.  -frost was given to this she for her somewhat cold demeanor. Though this is part of her for how she was brought up. Her father raised one to fight, and not often were her emotions actually acknowledged. For this reason, it's sometimes a wonder if she'll be alone for the rest of her moons. But the thought of being alone doesn't seem to bother her. Kits had always been a way to grow a clan, and the whole facade of love...well, that is entirely different rant.  To sum this molly up is difficult. She's a tough cookie to crack, but a loyal friend and clanmate to the end.  History Morningfrost was born to a couple of warriors way back when. The story isn't one that many care to hear, or that she cares to tell. She had siblings, though where they went or who they are now are answers she does not have.  She grew up mostly under the reign of her father. He was a cold tom who only wanted tom kits, though as luck would have it...he was blessed with her and a sister or two. While her sisters hid away with their mother, Morning seemed to become her fathers favorite. She was built to become a warrior, one who could take a hit but keep on giving them as well.  He groomed her for a life of defending. For a life of always having the correct answer, and to perhaps someday become the leader he was never able to be. She grew and grew, as all kits do, and finally the day came where she became Morningfrost, the warrior she was always meant to be.  The rest of her life from then on hasn't shaped up to become some story that will be passed for generations to come. A warrior she remains, though now following Brackenstar in Mothclan, she serves the purpose that she best knows. Defend the clan at all costs.  Other Not sure what I'm doing with this girl yet. Maybe somebody can crack her love is dumb thing. But I lurve her. <3