Post by IceWolf on Dec 24, 2007 19:51:41 GMT -5
Name: Icewolf
Age: 29 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Position: Warrior
Clan: StarClan
Picture: www.mooseyscountrygarden.com/cats-dogs/white-cat-rhododendron.jpg
Quick Description: Pretty white she-cat with river blue eyes and a light ginger tail.
Appearance:
xx.I've gone for too long living like I'm not alive
Icewolf is a very pretty she-cat with a small sense of ferocity to her beauty. Her pelt is snow white, except for a small streak of light ginger on her fluffy tail. Her fur is medium-length, but grows quite fluffy in leaf-bare. She has strong muscles for a she-cat, and powerful claws and teeth as well. Her strength is not to be taken lightly, as she is a fierce fighter with excellent skills and speed. Her hunting is also excellent, being able to chase down prey with lighting speed. Her hearing is what troubles her the most, but she is strong and mostly overcomes her hearing problems. Icewolf has icy river blue eyes that are deep and full of wisdom, even at her young age. At night, the glow like tiny lights and during the day her eyes seem like the sun, shimmering brightly at all who happen to look.
Personality:
xx. So I'm going to start over tonight beginning with you and I
Icewolf has a very fierce personality. She likes to be sarcastic a lot of the time and is mostly found in an angry mood. She hates it when cats bug her or force her to do something she doesn't like and is very sensitive to being told what to do. Kits and apprentices bug her the most, and she isn't very tolerant of them. But, she has a kind side to her, way down deep some would say. She isn't the type of cat to be totally mean and cruel, but just has a stubborn and hotheaded part of her. Some toms find her ferocity attractive, but others just feel that she would be a hard mate to deal with. Which, she sort of is. Her stubbornness can be quite hard to deal with, seeing as she is very independent and likes to do things on her own. Icewolf can be selfish at times, and usually thinks for herself before the Clan. Many a time she has been caught eating on a hunting patrol before the Clan has been fed. Many cats in the clan don't know what to do with her, as she is vital for the Clan. She has been giving many warnings but still hasn't changed her personality. Icewolf states that she is who she is, and nothing can change that. When this she-cat makes up her mind, it is impossible to change.
History:
xx. When this memory fades I'm gonna make sure it's replaced
Icewolf has very interesting background. Her mother was from ThunderClan, but her father was an exiled cat from ShadowClan. Her father, Stormflame, had been exiled because he had tried to kill a queen after the queen had failed to be his mate. Her father had quite a temper, just like Icewolf actually, and had exploded into a rage after he had been exiled. Cats had seen him still in ShadowClan territory, watching the camp like a hawk. Finally, the leader at the time chased him out and threatened his life if he ever returned. And, he didn't ever return. Instead, he had wandered through the rest of the Clan territories, scavenging anything he could get his paws on. Although, one day, he had once ran into the beautiful Sparrowfeather, Icewolf's mother. The two had hit if off quite well, even though he was an exiled cat. Sparrowfeather looked past that, and saw a handsome, kind tom that cared for her a lot. The two would see each other every night, until finally Sparrowfeather gave birth to his three kits, Icekit, Flyingkit, and Woodkit. All three of the kits were healthy, although the rest of ThunderClan didn't know who the father was and assumed it was a secretive tom within the Clan, Gorsefur. Gorsefur loved the beautiful Sparrowfur secretly, and obviously didn't object to being called Sparrowfur's secret mate. But little did he know that there was more to come for his choices.
xx. With chances taken, hope embraced, I hope I told you
Within the next few months, the kits had become apprentices and even they didn't know who their father was. They had grown up believing that Gorsefur was their father. But, something happened. Stormflame had kidnapped Woodpaw and Icepaw and took them with him. They traveled a long ways, and came to a strange band of cats that was called the IronClan. They were a band of rogues and loners that wanted to attack the Clans, and Stormflame was their leader. A small she-cat named Rayla took the two apprentices in, although Woodpaw and Icepaw were almost warriors. The band attacked the Clans, but was soon defeated. Stormflame was killed by an unknown warrior. IronClan was no more. A RiverClan warrior by the name of Kestrelclaw found the two apprentice, already supposed to have been warriors, and returned them to ThunderClan. Sparrowfur was so gracious and glad to have her kits back. Flyingpaw was also as glad. The three cats soon became warriors, known as Icewolf, Flyingstrike, and Woodpelt. Both Flyingstriked and Woodpelt grew to be honorable warriors, although Icewolf still had trouble being totally loyal to the Clan. Her brother and sister and tried to make her be better, but it was too late, Icewolf had died the next day... Leaving her to go to StarClan...
IC:
A small figure moved gracefully across the busy clearing, her delicate pawsteps inching towards the fresh-kill pile. Icewolf trotted along, feeling a soft breeze ruffled her snowy white fur. She didn't care, as the she-cat thought her pelt looked even more exotic when it was ruffled. Her icy blue eyes glowed in the warm sunlight, as Icewolf liked having the weather nice and sunny even on a leaf-bare's day. When she arrived at the fresh-kill pile, scents wafted up to her nostrils and her mouth watered at the scent of thrush. She leaned over to pick it up, but a snarl erupted behind her. Quickly, she turned around and found herself staring at an angry deputy. Her river blue eyes narrowed, and she gave him a devious smiled.
"Did I frighten you?" she mewed innocently.
"Icewolf! You know better than to eat right now! Patrols haven't even gotten back yet!" Moonfire, ThunderClan's obnoxious deputy huffed at her.
Icewolf chuckled softly, then scooted closer to Moonfire. It was so fun to toy with unsuspecting toms.
I'm sorry Moonfire. I promise I won't do it again. Since, well, I'm hungry, will you go hunting with me? I really like hunting," she mewed, an idea brewing in her mind.
Moonfire's gaze softened, and a smile started to spread across his face. Icewolf smiled back.
"'Atta boy Moonfire. So, where do you want to go?" Icewolf whispered, her voice silky and her tail starting to intertwine with his.
Moonfire shivered, then gazed into her icy blue eyes.
"I...I don't know." he mewed.
"Anywhere. I don't care." she said.
He nodded, then led the way out of camp. She followed, ready to have a little fun breaking his heart.
Codeword: Follow the Stars
Age: 29 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Position: Warrior
Clan: StarClan
Picture: www.mooseyscountrygarden.com/cats-dogs/white-cat-rhododendron.jpg
Quick Description: Pretty white she-cat with river blue eyes and a light ginger tail.
Appearance:
xx.I've gone for too long living like I'm not alive
Icewolf is a very pretty she-cat with a small sense of ferocity to her beauty. Her pelt is snow white, except for a small streak of light ginger on her fluffy tail. Her fur is medium-length, but grows quite fluffy in leaf-bare. She has strong muscles for a she-cat, and powerful claws and teeth as well. Her strength is not to be taken lightly, as she is a fierce fighter with excellent skills and speed. Her hunting is also excellent, being able to chase down prey with lighting speed. Her hearing is what troubles her the most, but she is strong and mostly overcomes her hearing problems. Icewolf has icy river blue eyes that are deep and full of wisdom, even at her young age. At night, the glow like tiny lights and during the day her eyes seem like the sun, shimmering brightly at all who happen to look.
Personality:
xx. So I'm going to start over tonight beginning with you and I
Icewolf has a very fierce personality. She likes to be sarcastic a lot of the time and is mostly found in an angry mood. She hates it when cats bug her or force her to do something she doesn't like and is very sensitive to being told what to do. Kits and apprentices bug her the most, and she isn't very tolerant of them. But, she has a kind side to her, way down deep some would say. She isn't the type of cat to be totally mean and cruel, but just has a stubborn and hotheaded part of her. Some toms find her ferocity attractive, but others just feel that she would be a hard mate to deal with. Which, she sort of is. Her stubbornness can be quite hard to deal with, seeing as she is very independent and likes to do things on her own. Icewolf can be selfish at times, and usually thinks for herself before the Clan. Many a time she has been caught eating on a hunting patrol before the Clan has been fed. Many cats in the clan don't know what to do with her, as she is vital for the Clan. She has been giving many warnings but still hasn't changed her personality. Icewolf states that she is who she is, and nothing can change that. When this she-cat makes up her mind, it is impossible to change.
History:
xx. When this memory fades I'm gonna make sure it's replaced
Icewolf has very interesting background. Her mother was from ThunderClan, but her father was an exiled cat from ShadowClan. Her father, Stormflame, had been exiled because he had tried to kill a queen after the queen had failed to be his mate. Her father had quite a temper, just like Icewolf actually, and had exploded into a rage after he had been exiled. Cats had seen him still in ShadowClan territory, watching the camp like a hawk. Finally, the leader at the time chased him out and threatened his life if he ever returned. And, he didn't ever return. Instead, he had wandered through the rest of the Clan territories, scavenging anything he could get his paws on. Although, one day, he had once ran into the beautiful Sparrowfeather, Icewolf's mother. The two had hit if off quite well, even though he was an exiled cat. Sparrowfeather looked past that, and saw a handsome, kind tom that cared for her a lot. The two would see each other every night, until finally Sparrowfeather gave birth to his three kits, Icekit, Flyingkit, and Woodkit. All three of the kits were healthy, although the rest of ThunderClan didn't know who the father was and assumed it was a secretive tom within the Clan, Gorsefur. Gorsefur loved the beautiful Sparrowfur secretly, and obviously didn't object to being called Sparrowfur's secret mate. But little did he know that there was more to come for his choices.
xx. With chances taken, hope embraced, I hope I told you
Within the next few months, the kits had become apprentices and even they didn't know who their father was. They had grown up believing that Gorsefur was their father. But, something happened. Stormflame had kidnapped Woodpaw and Icepaw and took them with him. They traveled a long ways, and came to a strange band of cats that was called the IronClan. They were a band of rogues and loners that wanted to attack the Clans, and Stormflame was their leader. A small she-cat named Rayla took the two apprentices in, although Woodpaw and Icepaw were almost warriors. The band attacked the Clans, but was soon defeated. Stormflame was killed by an unknown warrior. IronClan was no more. A RiverClan warrior by the name of Kestrelclaw found the two apprentice, already supposed to have been warriors, and returned them to ThunderClan. Sparrowfur was so gracious and glad to have her kits back. Flyingpaw was also as glad. The three cats soon became warriors, known as Icewolf, Flyingstrike, and Woodpelt. Both Flyingstriked and Woodpelt grew to be honorable warriors, although Icewolf still had trouble being totally loyal to the Clan. Her brother and sister and tried to make her be better, but it was too late, Icewolf had died the next day... Leaving her to go to StarClan...
IC:
A small figure moved gracefully across the busy clearing, her delicate pawsteps inching towards the fresh-kill pile. Icewolf trotted along, feeling a soft breeze ruffled her snowy white fur. She didn't care, as the she-cat thought her pelt looked even more exotic when it was ruffled. Her icy blue eyes glowed in the warm sunlight, as Icewolf liked having the weather nice and sunny even on a leaf-bare's day. When she arrived at the fresh-kill pile, scents wafted up to her nostrils and her mouth watered at the scent of thrush. She leaned over to pick it up, but a snarl erupted behind her. Quickly, she turned around and found herself staring at an angry deputy. Her river blue eyes narrowed, and she gave him a devious smiled.
"Did I frighten you?" she mewed innocently.
"Icewolf! You know better than to eat right now! Patrols haven't even gotten back yet!" Moonfire, ThunderClan's obnoxious deputy huffed at her.
Icewolf chuckled softly, then scooted closer to Moonfire. It was so fun to toy with unsuspecting toms.
I'm sorry Moonfire. I promise I won't do it again. Since, well, I'm hungry, will you go hunting with me? I really like hunting," she mewed, an idea brewing in her mind.
Moonfire's gaze softened, and a smile started to spread across his face. Icewolf smiled back.
"'Atta boy Moonfire. So, where do you want to go?" Icewolf whispered, her voice silky and her tail starting to intertwine with his.
Moonfire shivered, then gazed into her icy blue eyes.
"I...I don't know." he mewed.
"Anywhere. I don't care." she said.
He nodded, then led the way out of camp. She followed, ready to have a little fun breaking his heart.
Codeword: Follow the Stars
