Post by Icie on Mar 27, 2010 21:47:03 GMT -5
Name: Icekit Icepaw Icemask
Age: 18 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Warrior
Personality:
Age: 18 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Warrior
Personality:
A rough-and-tumble warrior, Icemask hates when left behind for a battle. When she`s in a good mood, she talks to all and helps any way she can. When in a bad mood, she`s a complete anti-social, and refuses to do much more than walk around camp and skulk around the ShadowClan territory. She`s quick-witted, but often jumps to conclusions. The answer of which are usually with violence. A very lovable cat, Icemask will play with the kits of the clan happily. But when in battle, she resorts to her claws and fangs when commanded. SHe often uses the attack-retreat form of battle, swiping her claws over the nemy then darting back a few steps to avoid an injury. Not one to hold her tounge, she has a little problem with speaking her mind when it isn`t called for. She doesn`t like being beaten, and will take on any challenger. To her, anywhere is the frontline.Description:
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Dusty white offers itself as a base for the the long fur attatching to the soft pink skin. Darker shards intercept said base as light jags along this silver tabby`s pelt, giving her a somewhat softer look than others. Lighter ivory dances along her muzzle, giving way to a light pink nose at the end. Softly tappering ears stop at gentle points, splashed with a tip of gray. Exposing themselves the the furry face of the striped feline are two minty-green eyes, gazing about the landscape with curiosity. Despite her soft look, she is well muscled beneath that fuzzy fur. A long, feathery tail follows gracefully behind her, curling around her paws when she sits. A small rim of black outlines her eyes, giving the appearance of eyeliner.
Fluffy, silver tabby she-cat with minty-green eyesHistory:
Since I can`t think of anything for Icemask, I won`t do her history. SorryRp Sample:
OOC: I did this one about a week ago. It`s on a different character, but I hope it works.S.N.O.W.P.A.WHow Many Times Can I Break 'Til I ShatterBlue water tumbled down the stream, the rocks creating a light mist around the flowing liquid. The rising sun sent a myriad of tiny rainbows dancing around the spray. A little ways down, the stream split to make a small island, the home of RiverClan. Among the swaying reeds and ebbing waters, the dens were still and warm with the bodies of sleeping cats. But one cat in particular was blinking the sleep from her eyes. Her tabby pelt seemed to blend with the criss-crossing reeds that made up the wall of the apprentices` den. Really the only colors on the she-cat that gave away her presence was her white forepaws and blue eyes. Licking one paw, she ran it over her face, clearing a scrap of moss from her cheek. Raising to her paws, she shook out her fur and stepped lightly over the other apprentices, carefull not to wake them up. The cat`s name was Snowpaw, and she`d been an apprentice for a rather long time. A bit longer than most of the former apprentices. She was a little larger than the other apprentices, and really was due to be a warrior by now.
Padding gently over to the wall of reeds that edged the camp, she slid through a gap in the thick stalks. Slipping into the water, she waded over to the other bank and climbed out with a shake of her pelt. Ending the shake with a little flick of the tail, she glanced back at the camp, checking to see if she was being followed. She had no mentor, and was a very independent cat. She`d taught herself much of what she knew, but had learned a little from her former mentors. There had been two former mentors to Snowpaw. They had been Honeytail and Tornheart. Honeytail had died, killed by foxes. Padding blindly through the RiverClan territory, her paws carried her to the spot where she had almost drowned. Honeytail had rescued her and it had been their first and only outing together. Sitting down, she curled her tail around her paws and let her mind trace back to the time when they brought Honeytail`s body into camp. When Snowpaw lost a great mentor, and RiverClan lost a great deputy.
It had been sun-high, and Snowpaw had been asleep in the apprentices` den. The instinct of waking up had roused her, and she`d been sluggish to get up. She had moved out of the den, tired and still half asleep. When she`d laid eyes on the golden fur in the center of camp, she had instantly gone wide-eyed. "No! No, Honeytail!" she`d darted over to the still body, tears already streaming down her cheeks. She`d buried her face into Honeytail`s shoulder, crying and willing her mentor to breathe and get up.
She let the rest play in her head, reliving the despair and regret, remembering how she`d blamed herself, and been very touchy for a while. She`d practically biten off anyone`s head who talked to her. The splash of a fish returned her to the present, her blue eyes stinging a little bit. Blinking back her tears, she didn`t bother trying to remember her short time with Tornheart. Hanging her head, she cried silently, letting her tears flow without trying to stop them. She let them run down her cheeks, forming a tiny puddle at her paws. It was her fault. She felt that it was her fault. That it always had been her fault. "Honeytail is dead. I should`ve gone on patrol with her. If I had, she would probably be alive." Snowpaw scolded herself in her mind, thinking about what she should`ve - could`ve done. Her claws sunk into the earth in front of her, creating little rivletts in the dirt. Her blue gaze was fixated on the ground, her blue eyes turned to chips of ice.
