Frostbite

This is Frostbite. She is such a fliver when it comes to Flint. XD


The Story of Frostbite
The Healer of The Clan



Frostbite was tossed by a warrior, she screeched and she fell, down, towards the great ocean... and a Great Gray and a Great Horned dived after her crying, "Frostbite! Frostbite!" And then, everything went black...
The young Snowy woke up with a start, and she calmed down. All a dream. She sighed and relaxed, the day still raging on outside her Northern Kingdoms hollow on the Firth of Fangs, her heart raging and her gizzard clenching, trying to chill down.
Frostbite looked up, she has been oprpahned since she could fly short distances, and she has asked the polar bear that lives under her, named Svryia, to give her fish. Svryia has became a mother figure to Frostbite, and she learned many skills of survival from that old polar bear. But, now she knew she had to fend for herself and fish for herself, for the polar bear was now becoming a mother, she was heavy with cub and wouldn't come out of her den until the cubs could walk for themselves.
She felt dread and sadness fill her gizzard, that was like... a whole year! How would she survive without her wonderful motherly bear and her glorious fish? She stared at her storage area, kept cold enough for the fish to be preserved, she had plenty of fish, enough to live on for a moon cycle. But, nonetheless, she still had to fish for herself.
She sighed gently and looked out her hollow and flew out, loving to be gently tossed around by the winds. She loved the gentle coolness of these winds from the smee holes and she couldn't wait for the polar bear gatherings here every night, where species of her motherly figure would gather and share news of fishing. She shivered, and maybe she will see Svryia's mate, Vaygar. Vaygar always was an odd bear, he has a Vay name instead of the regular Svr names of normal polar bears. He was more of a social bear, which surprised Frostbite, for male polar bears weren't the most public of animals.
She floated around and then, something caught her eye. She saw a Barn Owl, male, for the looks of his feathers.She stopped and flapped hard to keep herself stopped with the tossing winds of the kingdoms she lived in, and watched the male.
He landed on a boulder and she saw, he had battle claws! Covered in dry blood.. and she saw his breast feathers, coated in blood, newly spilled. He was in a battle! But, those battle claws don't look like they came from here, they looked like the metals of the Southern Kingdoms, and made my the Rougesmith of Silverveil, no doubt.
Frostbite shivered. Is he a Pure One? The owls which have stirred a small amount of murders in the Southern Kingdoms? He mentor, a healer, told her of them, they cause most of their journeys to the Southern Kingdoms, but, they haven't been really made public yet.
Frostbite clenched her talons and flew back to her hollow, fear gripping her gizzard. She never listened to her instincts, but now she had to. She turned and flew to the Southern Kingdoms, holding a botkin full of herbs. Mostly, these were for major battle wounds, and re-opened scars, and to stop infection. She was determined to get word, to protect others, and to heal any wounded owl she could find.
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She had been flying for days, no fear of crows, and she finally made it. She saw the Cape Glaux ahead and landed there and rested quickly, before flying into the heart woods of Ambala. Where, the Pure Ones were said to be.
She landed on a tree, with no owls on it, and it seems never has been on owl on it. She nestled into the empty hollow and placed her botkin inside. She was young, barely 7 moon cycles old, but she was brave, and she learned many herbal uses that she took to heart.
She sighed and stared out, she saw a forest fire in the distance. Well, I don't know how much help I will be there. She closed her golden eyes, and fell a sound, dreamless, sleep.
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She woke up with a start as she heard voices outside her hollow. She wilfed and hid herself as three young owls stepped in, one a Great Gray, one a Northern Saw-Whet, and one, a large, handsome Great Horned, with a burned wing! She coughed slightly and the owls bristled and looked at her.
"No, no, I am no enemy." She assured them and they relaxed. The female Great Gray introduced them. "I am Dawn, and this is Frigitha, known as Friggy, and this is Flint. May we stay at your hollow?" Frostbite nodded, "I am Frostbite, and this isn't really my hollow, I just rented it to rest. For, I am going to stop the Pure Ones from hurting anyone else. Since, I am a healer." Friggy looked excited, "A healer! Oh wonderful! I heard of you guys, you specialize in herbs and other stuff and you heal wounded owls that go into battle!" Frostbite nodded and flushed, "But, I am still in training." She looked towards Flint, "That wing looks bad, let me put something on it so the bald spots don't get infected with the ashes." Flint sighed, "Fine.. but don't pluck anything would you?"
As she grabbed some herbs and smashed them with her talons, the owls told their stories. Dawn said simply, after telling her tale, "We are all basically orphans, trying to find a purpose in life." Frostbite nodded and started to rub the smashed herbs on Flint's wings, "I see. Interesting tales, I am an orphan as well, but I was orphaned more at birth." She lied getnly, not wanting to tell them she has a foster parents that is a polar bear.
Flint sighed, "That... actually feels good. Thanks Frostbite!" Frostbite churred gently, "No problem to it, its what I do everyday."
Dawn put her beak in her brust and sighed, "Well... Frostbite, can you join us? We are on a mission, mostly to find the Guardians of Ga'Hoole." Frostbite tremored, excited to go to the Great Tree and learn real healing arts. "Of course I will come!" I am sure Svryia won't mind if I go for a visit... just to learn the healing arts.




But it doesn't end with her going back to Svryia~~~~~