vervainfrost

lichenclan

lithe, blue ticked tabby molly with white markings amber eyes. 

Vervainfrost is a molly built for speed. She boasts an extremely agile stature, built for running and maneuvering the caves with ease. Her thinly built frame contrasts with her long spindly legs. Her paws are small and dainty. Her rat like tail stretches far beyond her as well. Her face shares the same angular features of an oriental cat. Her muzzle is long and ends in a small slate blue nose. Her pale green eyes are large and lemon shaped. Her ears stand tall on her head as well. Her pelt is blue in hue, her spotted tabby markings are a darker blue. Her muzzle is tinged in white.

Vervainfrost is a female of unyielding beliefs and morals. As a kit she grew with an unwavering admiration for strong-willed warriors and strived to become just as powerful, if not more so. She taught herself to be confident in everything she did and to stand by anything she said. And while her goals seemed right-minded, she lacked the moral ethics with them. Vervainfrost is almost painfully blunt. She never dances around her truths, and is a big-believer in survival of the fittest. She believes that weak felines, whether they are weak-bodied or weak-minded, are a burden to the clan. She envisioned a future where Lichenclan was at the top of the chain, and believes that their passiveness is why they lack respect from the other clans. Respect is a must-have for her, and she is more than willing to do less than savory things to gain it. She believes that fear and respect go hand-in-hand. The thing she respects most is Starclan. Starclan is the most important aspect of her life, and she is devoted to them. She believes the clan lacks religion and wants to create a new morale, completely centered around their ancestors.

Her personality isn’t completely cold however. While her methods might be harsh, she truly loves her family. She cares about their well-being and knows they can be stronger. She believes that no one was born useless, but rather need a goal to pursue. She’s very quick-witted and determined, making her a strong but ignorant warrior.

Palepool and Ashfeather were two warriors known for their pacifistic beliefs, something a young Vervainkit loathed. She had always had a respect for the strong, holy warriors who fought nobly for the clan and the moon cave. She idolized the mighty Sagestar, dreaming of a future where she was just as mighty as LichenClan's leader.

Vervainkit went about the rest of her kithood with this mindset, much to her parents discomfort. Her family watched as bloody warriors were hauled into camp from gruesome border skirmishes. Her parents stared with discontent with the clan's actions, while Vervainkit saw these injured warriors as brave legends, destined for a place in StarClan. 

Upon reaching apprentice-hood, the blue molly was gifted to the senior warrior, Mosscloud. The perceptive young she-cat was quick to notice that the bicolor warrior had the same idiotic mindset as her parents. She spat at the tabby's pacifism, verbally one might add. Vervainpaw had never been one to bite her tongue. Her words were harsh and biting, and with the disappointment of such a weak mentor, she saw no problem in letting her feelings be known.

One moon in, and Vervainpaw had resolved in training in other ways. At moon-high, when no one was paying attention to her, the young feline would slip out of camp to train. And when her paws bled from training too hard, she'd travel to the moon-cave to pray. 

During these moons of isolated training, Vervainpaw dwelled upon the thoughts that would shape her in the present. How strong cats who fought for the clan were guaranteed a spot in StarClan and the weak were doomed to suffer. How StarClan was all. How LichenClan was all.


Once Vervainpaw gained her suffix of -frost due to her cold and calculating nature, she began to fall into her role as a warrior. She made sure to go on every patrol she could, and displayed leadership whenever it was necessary. Her ultimate goal was to become the deputy of her clan, and eventually, the leader. She had looked up to Sagestar, and loved Minnowstar even more. Their morals and goals matched hers, and she knew the clan was in good paws.  She became even more excited about the leadership when her long time friend Hemlockheart, became the clan's new deputy. She had a crush on the tom during her apprenticeship, but ignored it in favor of her training. The crush had long dissolved into simple admiration, but she was still happy he got such a deserved role.