Post by ∙Icy∙ on Jun 5, 2011 20:09:52 GMT -6
<---- ICESTORM
female, fifteen moons
RANK: warrior
ALLIANCE: boulderclan
APPEARANCE: icestorm is a pure white she-cat with bright blue eyes.
PERSONALITY:
watch your temper, they say. well, how many times has someone said that to icestorm? ten, twenty, five hundred times? truth is, she can't keep her emotions bottled up like some of those introverts out there can. she has to let people know that she is the one in charge, that she is the one that can bring a clan out of its hard times. that is false, though just try saying that directly in the she-cat's face. you might get a scratch across the cheek, so there's that warning.
to any cat she's met, she can't help but keep her guard up one hundred and ten percent. she doesn't trust anyone at first glance, and she pretty much never will. sure, she'll talk across the border, though if the other starts asking about her clan, she could most likely make up some excuse to get away. she is completely wary of strangers, and is not afraid to guard her clan with as many lies as she can.
even though she is a young warrior, recently named at that, she acts like she's either a mentor, deputy, or even leader, even with the latter of the two around. she has a way with her words, forming them into ways that she can sound either intimidating, or just plain bossy. i suppose that you decide that.
like that trait suggests, she is quite blunt, always saying what's on her mind. if she thinks that ghoststar could loose a few pounds, she would never hesitate to say it. if she could say that brightberry's an idiot, she would. she isn't the nicest blunt cat in the world, so... i suppose you should watch out for her?
determination. that one word is the base for all of her arguments. "who cares if you may think it's impossible. i know that it isn't. so for starclan's sake, just LISTEN to me!" she is quite the determined little she-cat, with enough of it to run off into another cat. she would never back down from a battle, she would never step down in front of another cat. that just isn't her. she would have to stand up for what she believes is right. she's as loyal as they come by, though loyal may not be the exact word. anyways, she is...
icestorm. and icestorm is icestorm.
REASON FOR NAME:
ice -- she was given the prefix of ice at birth for her extremely white pelt, almost like ice crystals.
storm -- she was given the suffix of storm at her warrior ceremony for her fierce determination and wary opinion on others.
FAMILY:
flipperwhisker, father, NPC
dawntail, mother, NPC
snowpaw, sister, deceased
sleetheart, brother(sister?), NPC
HISTORY:
Love knew no boundaries. Both the tom, Flipperpaw, and the she-cat, Dawnpaw, were in a deep romance. Though, they decided to wait until they were warriors to have their kits they wanted so very badly. Though, the tom couldn't help himself at all, and the night before their ceremony, well, things happened he wasn't proud of.
It was about a bit after two moons after they were warriors when Dawntail had her kits; a trio of pure white ones. Even though one was a tom, she couldn't help but feel that it was a mistake, and he was in fact a she-cat. Flipperwhisker, however, took in the tom with pride, for he had a son.
The she-cat had named each of them for their fur: Icekit and Snowkit for the she-cats, and Sleetkit for the tom. All of her life, Icekit was called Snowkit, and it was vice-versa. Sleetkit never really got his name switched until a little later, once he began speaking. He did sound awfully feminine, the poor little tom...
"Hey Snowkit!" One warrior would call to her, and she would respond indignantly, "I'm ICEkit, you idiot!" Yes, she was quite feisty as a kit, yet when the days passed onward, she ignored the fact that every single cat was calling her either Sleetkit or Snowkit, when she was neither, and was Icekit.
Icekit. Icekit. ICEKIT!
Get it right!
Even when she became an apprentice, she could have sworn she heard the leader mess it all up. When it was her turn to be an apprentice, she thought, really, honestly thought, that the leader had repeated Snowpaw's. Though she must have been hearing things, for soon enough, she was given her new name and mentor.
She wanted to bury her face into a snowbank right then and there.
She received a decent enough mentor that actually got her name /right/, and not incorrect. She is still irate at times, because of the occasional slip-up, though she does not matter any longer. Icepaw is Icepaw, and there is no changing that, right?
Although, about a moon before her warrior ceremony, when the trio was eleven moons of age, a tragic incident occurred. Snowpaw, in all her drama and glory, accidentally fell and broke her neck when she thought she saw something two-leg related. She was wrong, and ended up dying.
Sleetpaw mourned for days on end, though Icepaw only saw that as weakness. So, she ignored it, and kept moving forward.
Soon enough, she got what she wanted. Her warrior ceremony.
At thirteen moons, she was dubbed as Icestorm, in honor of her temper (even though that's not really /nice/, per say) and fierceness. So, she was finally what she wanted.
BoulderClan had their newest warrior. Icestorm.
RP EXAMPLE:
From a different rp site, Icepaw is a SkyClan apprentice. vov
apprentice ceremony ;;
How did she wish that she could be recognized for being Icepaw, she had no idea. All that she really cared about now was her own warrior ceremony, to where she would be able to say I'm Icesomething! That would be so, but Icesomething wasn't a warrior name at all, unless Thornstar had announced it. The thought sent a shiver up the white furred apprentice's spine, as it made her shrink back in her nest. True, she was awake, though she really wished that she was asleep.
”Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Rockpile for a Clan meeting!” She heard the saying reach her, brilliant blue eyes shining fairly brightly. Maybe it was her time to become a warrior! Or, maybe it was for Blackpaw and Halfpaw, the two that were a moon older than she was? "Tck, whatever. I'll be a warrior someday..." She muttered in self-annoyance, rising to her paws before jabbing a paw into her sister's side. "Wake up already, Lazysnow. Time for the ceremony." When the other apprentice didn't respond, she gave up on her, taking a moment to step out into the sunlight.
At first, the rays of the sun bothered her eyesight, making her momentarily blind, though it wore off rather quickly. Her attention wavered toward the front of rockpile, surprised to see the young tom, Elmkit, sitting there. "Huh? Elmkit, what are you-" She cut herself off, then remembering that him, Leopardkit, and Rowankit were six moons old. Apprentice aged. "Uhm, never mind." She simply stated, turning her head away in her embarrassment of completely forgetting what she was doing.
hunting patrol ;;
Bright solar rays beamed down on the gorge, half being shrouded by the darkness, half being in the bright morning sun. Most of the time, even with the sun in her cerulean eyes, she would be near the front of the patrol, trying at the least to prove her worth. Although, this time, she decided to stay near the rear of the now-moving hunting patrol, taking her time to catch up with the older warriors, and other apprentices.
Thing is, she was hunting, a favorite of hers. She would gladly take hunting over patrolling the borders of anything else of the sort. Who really cared if her snow-white pelt kept her from staying hidden for more than a few precious moments? She enjoyed the thrill of just snapping the prey's neck and bringing it home to the Clan. Wasn't that just a treasure?
Keeping her pace even, her gaze straight ahead, Icepaw's thoughts wandered. There were so many cats in this patrol, how were they all going to be split up? Though when the leader of the group, Hawkfoot, began to speak. So Quietpaw and Ravenfeather go with him. Eh. Falconclaw and Hazelpaw go together. Ehhh. And finally, she was to go with Fawnstep and Flamefang. Not her first choice, but whatever. "Sure thing." She murmured, though knowing she might not had a say in the first place.
PASSWORD:
caramel cone crunch
