loonfrost, riverclan warrior.

Perhaps this is the most noticeable trait of Loonfrost. Even as a kit, she didn’t seek out the connections her sister often did. Her father’s interest in her reputation enforced this behavior. She never sought out a companion; Loonfrost always assumed her sister would be enough but was disappointed.

She keeps to herself constantly. She minds her own business. She doesn’t make small talk unless it is coaxed out of her, and even then it is reluctant. She doesn’t have friends. When making the rare piece of conversation, she doesn’t make eye contact. She has walled herself up and keeps everyone out. It would take a considerable amount of kindness or interest in her to temporarily dissolve this wall of secrecy and isolation.

Distancing herself is her immediate reaction to just about anything. She is frightened of trust, commitment, or just about anything related to being in any sort of a relationship. Loonfrost believes that just about everyone will disappoint you in one way or the other. She is safe on her own. But her safety has equated to misery. She is desperately alone, though she doesn’t always show it, but refuses to do anything about it. She still holds the fear that if she changes her focus she will disappoint her father and herself.

Despite her distance, she enjoys conversation. Unfortunately, it’s usually with herself. She can often be heard mumbling to herself. When she is pulled into conversation with someone else her eyes go wide and she appears startled. It’s a normal expression for the young warrior, but it is accentuated by the notion of interaction with another individual.

She likes to share her thoughts and ideas, but she often has no one she cares to share them with. She is very thoughtful and introspective. She likes to think. She likes solving puzzles. She would like to solve problems and assist the clan if she could. But she lacks the confidence to do so. She assumes that any idea she has will be shot down or rejected. It’s better for her not to speak at all than speak and make a fool of herself.

She has low confidence. She has always observed how her mother and father’s egos controlled them. She has the opposite issue, almost by choice. Loonfrost frequently pushes herself down, mentally punishing herself for any mishap. She refuses to take credit for anything she does. Crowstrike was a demanding father. He drilled obedience into her head. She is used to doing what she is told without much fuss.

She is highly paranoid and takes everything seriously. She doesn't take jokes very well. She worries over the tiniest things. If she steps on a thorn, it’s probably laced with poison. If she gets a scratch it will be infected within the hour. There is probably a fox waiting for her outside the camp, ready to devour her and everyone else. Despite this, she is reckless in battle. She has no sophistication when it comes to battle; she is quick to rush to judgment and manages to roll with the punches.

The ego of Crowstrike was as notorious as his strength as a warrior. His prowess in battle was well recognized. He had an icy attitude, brutal expectations, and enough pride to share. He wasn’t shy about voicing his concerns with leadership or bring attention to the failings of his clanmates. Crowstrike eventually decided that it was his duty to spread his greatness in the form of kits. Pansywhisker’s vanity almost matched Crowstrike’s ego. She was his former apprentice, and easily susceptible to flattery. Their relationship wasn’t loving, but it was as affectionate as either of them could manage. Pansywhisker gave birth early, but her kits were born healthy. They had two tiny kits, both daughters, which they bestowed the names of Loonkit and Magpiekit. Already they had disappointed their father. He had hoped for many strapping sons, but instead received two tiny daughters.

These two tiny daughters didn’t remain tiny for long. As kits, they grew quickly and played often. They were constantly into mischief. Their relationship to their parents was respectful, but not loving. Crowstrike took the lead in teaching his daughters, but even he knew that kittens were only so teachable.

Magpiekit and Loonkit were already distinctive. Despite Loonkit’s short attention span she still was the more serious one. Magpiekit was the more relaxed and silly one, not a serious bone in her body. The two got along splendidly and never fought for more than a minute.

At six moons, Magpiekit and Loonkit became apprentices. Loonpaw took her new apprentice duties solemnly and seriously. Magpiepaw was thriving as an apprentice, making friends and behaving like a socialite, and Loonpaw frequently felt abandoned. They remained close, but it wasn’t the same for Loonpaw. She felt abandoned by her sister but never told her. She struggled to make friends and never felt normal or like she belonged.

This was partially from her father. While she had her own mentor, who was kind and nurturing, Crowstone saw the greatest potential in her to live up to his own reputation. It wasn’t that he didn’t try with Magpiepaw, she was too stubborn to be taught his way. He trained her separately and toughly, taught her how to fight and hunt well. He isolated her from the others, encouraged her to rise up and be the best. He told her that she didn’t need friends to be successful. She would be the best if she would focus. She would be feared and respected, just as she was.

And she was. She accelerated quickly. She was rarely defeated in sparring. Loonpaw was fast and clever; she took all the risks and advantages that others weren’t willing too. She was reckless and confident in battle. Her mentor warned against it but her father wanted her to be ruthless. She was more afraid of her father so she disregarded her mentor. As her skills grew she became more isolated and guarded. Where she was serious before, she was now solemn. Not even Magpiepaw was able to get close to her. Loonpaw thought it was better that way. She had convinced herself that it was easier to be alone. She had become cynical and paranoid.

Once, only once, she opened up to her father. She told him how lonely she felt. He snapped at her, told her that there was a price to pay for greatness. She cried silently, continued whatever exercise her father assigned for her and he scowled down at her, lip curled in distaste.

Crowstrike bitterly complained that it took far too long and that she should have been made a warrior sooner; she was given her name the same time as Magpiepaw. Magpiepaw was named Magpiefeather. Loonpaw was given the name of Loonfrost. Her transition to the life of a warrior was fairly easy. Over the few moons she has spent as a warrior she has felt nothing by isolation.

None.