Post by Kitty on Oct 16, 2011 17:38:23 GMT -6
Name: Icepelt
Age: 56 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Apprentice: Reedpaw
Rank: Deputy
Mate/Crush: Something soon with Smokeheart...
Kin: Blizzardheart (Father), Deertail (Mother) (Both Deceased {NPCs})
Description: Icepelt is a perfectly average-sized cat. He has a normal build, right in between lithe and broad-shouldered. His paws are a little small, with light pink pads on the underside of each of them. His ears are a little big. A pink nose the same color as his pads is on the tip of his muzzle. He has whiskers that are all white (black or gray whiskers would look a little strange on him....) surrounding it in neat, even rows.
Icepelt's pelt is white. Pure white, no other markings anywhere on him. His fur is medium-length. He has amber eyes. Dirt and most other things show up easily on his pelt. It easily gets unruly and he spends quite a bit of time cleaning it in the morning and after the evening meal. There are a few pink-ish scars down one flank.
Personality: One word to describe Icepelt might be caring. He loves every cat in the Clan, even if they are rude, and is very loyal to them. He can be hot-headed and on some days has a short temper. He likes joking around but when he needs to be he is serious. He is good and patient with training apprentices and wants to see a kit of his own become one some day. Actually, he's pretty patient overall, not just with apprentices. He is a good listener and gives pretty good advice. He has a tendency to act reflexively and without thinking, but when he takes the time to he is rather smart and clever. He's an average hunter and fighter, and his tracking skills are pretty good, though he doesn't consider them the best in the Clan. All in all, he's a pretty likable cat.
History: Icepelt, like most Clan cats, has had a rather normal Clan life. He was Clanborn. The second he opened his eyes, Icekit was out sniffing around the camp. With his mother's supervision, of course. He met the other kits and the elders, who fell in love with him (after chasing him away from eating the mouse bile an apprentice had brought in to cure their tick problem). As he grew older he started to enjoy practicing his hunter's crouch and play-fighting, like most kits.
When Icekit became Icepaw, his mentor showed him around the territory's borders on his first day. He was really excited, and his mentor practically had to claw him to keep him on the grass beside the Thunderpath instead of walking out onto it. He learned how to fight for real, and how to hunt. He mock-fighted with the other apprentices. His mentor found him to be good with catching scents and tracking.
Icepaw became a warrior, rewarded with the name of Icepelt. The days passed without much trouble. Both his parents joined StarClan within a moon of eachother, due to greencough, and he spent a couple moons grieving over them, and consequently slacking off on his warrior duties. His former mentor talked him out of it, and he was fine again, although sometimes his eyes would go blank for a few heartbeats for a few moons afterwards, as if thinking of them. He got into a few border fights, mostly over accidently straying across the border or chasing prey.
A few moons ago, when he was 45 moons old, the leader of ShadowClan died. He grieved, like a good Clan cat would, and Specklestar took control of the Clan. That was to be expected, since she was deputy, but what Icepelt hadn't expected was to be named deputy in her place. He handled his duties well, solved disputes when needed. Life was fairly lazy. The past couple moons, though, have been the exact opposite of lazy, between a dog attack and a sudden outbreak of plague and Smokeheart's kits being born. So many stressful and grief-filled things have happened recently, Icepelt is struggling to keep on top of everything. Hopefully to the Clan, he seems calm and collected, but he doesn't really feel like it.
He prays everything will calm down soon. He's not so sure what else their once-great Clan can manage.
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