Petalfrost is an average-sized tan-and-white she-cat. The outline of her chestfur is tan. Her back, sides, tail, forehead/ears, top of her muzzle and top half of her back legs are all tan. Her underside, chest fur, cheeks, back paws and front legs are all white. Her eyes are a frosty blue. Petalfrost also has a golden hoop pierced through one of her ears, the result of a two-leg incident when she was just a newborn, The hoop is impossible to remove without ripping off her entire ear, so she just puts up with it. She thinks it's a nuisance-- others think it's a trophy. Petalfrost, once shy and afraid of everything that moved, has grown a lot in the past few moons. No longer scared of reject, or horrified by the fact that she'll mess everything up, Petalfrost walks with a new confidence now. She holds her head high, proud of her position in the clan, and what she can do for them. The little kit-on-the-sidelines is now the outgoing, friendly medicine cat. She likes to crack jokes and talk with her friends, as any warrior, but she knows when to be serious. Her voice has stayed basically the same since she was a kit, soft and melodic, not exactly matching her newly found bubbly personality. She is medicine cat of Windclan, and has no apprentice.