Post by drowsyelf52 on Sept 8, 2007 15:03:20 GMT -5
Cat's Name: Icestorm
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 19 moons// 15 yrs
Rank: Warrior
Clan: DarknessClan
Personality: Icestorm can be deadly in battle. She does not have any feelings of infatuation for any cat. But she has a small spot for kits. Though she doesn't wish to have any of her own, as it would suspend her time as a warrior. Icestorm is very loyal to her Clan, but nothing else. Another thing she loves to do is fight. She will fight with any cat who is not from her own Clan. But she immensely respects all authority, and would never dream of brawling with a leader or deputy. She also has a strong bloodlust. Icestorm usually has little or no sense of humour. Icestorm's favourite feeling is her razor-sharp teeth sinking into the warm, bloody, immobile body of prey.
Appearance: Silver-grey she-cat with dark stripes all over. Piercing sapphire blue eyes. Average length tail. She is slender, but is very strong. She has fur as soft and silky as that of a newborn kit. She also has pearly white teeth which are razor sharp. Small tooth embedded in her ear from an attack by a rogue cat./b]
History: Icestorm used to live in a pack of rogues. They were sort of formed like a Clan, but did not have any warrior ancestors to look up upon to make a real Clan. There she had a mother and a father. Her mother was Deadeye and father was Venomfang. As you can see the pack was like a clan due to their names. Icestorm's mother had snuck away from the pack into DarknessClan territory by accident to have her kit. The kit was named Ice because she was born in cave made of ice. Her mother also had not wanted her kit to be born among so much fighting and killing that was going on in the pack at the time, due to the fact that several of the cats in the pack were just sheer, cold-blooded killers.
When her mother got back to the pack after a moon alone with her kit, she was very weak and tired, from having to keep her kit alive and avoiding all Clan cats. When they got back, some cats were relieved to see them, but others weren't. Her mother was punished for having gone away without anyone's knowledge. And after all the torcher, her mother was murdered right in front of the poor kit's eyes. Icestorm was not supposed to see that. She was supposed to be in a confined space where she was stay without food or water for a moon, since she looked healthy and well-fed, despite the condition of the other cats. Since Icestormhad disobeyed her father's orders, she was also going to share her mother's dreadful fate. But later that night, Icestorm whisked away from the other cats and followed her own and her mother's scent trail, back to where she was born. Unlucky for her, there were Clan cats sniffing around the shelter where she and her mother stayed. Icestorm's scent was recognised, and she was taken to the Clan camp. The leader decided to give Icestorm the choice of going back to her pack to be executed, or she could stay with the Clan and be suckled by a queen. Icestorm decided to stay with the Clan and become a warrior. And that's how she came to be today.
Example of Roleplay: As Icestorm walked out into the cold, brisk forest, something caught her eye. As she padded over to it, she realized it was one of the head-squeeze things Duststar had warned the Clans about at the last Gathering. With a swift flick of her tail, Silverstorm and Saberclaw came over to her.
"We must spring this trap before one of our cats get caught in it. At this point of leaf-bare, we cant afford to lose anymore cats. The other Clans already think of us as weak. We can't risk them trying to take anymore of our territory."
And with that Saberclaw walked over to a nearby tree, picked up a fairly short stick from through the thick snow, and brought it to Icestorm. Icestorm took it in her own mouth, and carefully stuck it through the shiny, black wire hoop. Suddenly, like a flash of lightning, the force of the trap caused Icestorm to be pulled through the deadly hoop! Would this brave DarknessClan warrior survive?
Other: None!
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 19 moons// 15 yrs
Rank: Warrior
Clan: DarknessClan
Personality: Icestorm can be deadly in battle. She does not have any feelings of infatuation for any cat. But she has a small spot for kits. Though she doesn't wish to have any of her own, as it would suspend her time as a warrior. Icestorm is very loyal to her Clan, but nothing else. Another thing she loves to do is fight. She will fight with any cat who is not from her own Clan. But she immensely respects all authority, and would never dream of brawling with a leader or deputy. She also has a strong bloodlust. Icestorm usually has little or no sense of humour. Icestorm's favourite feeling is her razor-sharp teeth sinking into the warm, bloody, immobile body of prey.
Appearance: Silver-grey she-cat with dark stripes all over. Piercing sapphire blue eyes. Average length tail. She is slender, but is very strong. She has fur as soft and silky as that of a newborn kit. She also has pearly white teeth which are razor sharp. Small tooth embedded in her ear from an attack by a rogue cat./b]
History: Icestorm used to live in a pack of rogues. They were sort of formed like a Clan, but did not have any warrior ancestors to look up upon to make a real Clan. There she had a mother and a father. Her mother was Deadeye and father was Venomfang. As you can see the pack was like a clan due to their names. Icestorm's mother had snuck away from the pack into DarknessClan territory by accident to have her kit. The kit was named Ice because she was born in cave made of ice. Her mother also had not wanted her kit to be born among so much fighting and killing that was going on in the pack at the time, due to the fact that several of the cats in the pack were just sheer, cold-blooded killers.
When her mother got back to the pack after a moon alone with her kit, she was very weak and tired, from having to keep her kit alive and avoiding all Clan cats. When they got back, some cats were relieved to see them, but others weren't. Her mother was punished for having gone away without anyone's knowledge. And after all the torcher, her mother was murdered right in front of the poor kit's eyes. Icestorm was not supposed to see that. She was supposed to be in a confined space where she was stay without food or water for a moon, since she looked healthy and well-fed, despite the condition of the other cats. Since Icestormhad disobeyed her father's orders, she was also going to share her mother's dreadful fate. But later that night, Icestorm whisked away from the other cats and followed her own and her mother's scent trail, back to where she was born. Unlucky for her, there were Clan cats sniffing around the shelter where she and her mother stayed. Icestorm's scent was recognised, and she was taken to the Clan camp. The leader decided to give Icestorm the choice of going back to her pack to be executed, or she could stay with the Clan and be suckled by a queen. Icestorm decided to stay with the Clan and become a warrior. And that's how she came to be today.
Example of Roleplay: As Icestorm walked out into the cold, brisk forest, something caught her eye. As she padded over to it, she realized it was one of the head-squeeze things Duststar had warned the Clans about at the last Gathering. With a swift flick of her tail, Silverstorm and Saberclaw came over to her.
"We must spring this trap before one of our cats get caught in it. At this point of leaf-bare, we cant afford to lose anymore cats. The other Clans already think of us as weak. We can't risk them trying to take anymore of our territory."
And with that Saberclaw walked over to a nearby tree, picked up a fairly short stick from through the thick snow, and brought it to Icestorm. Icestorm took it in her own mouth, and carefully stuck it through the shiny, black wire hoop. Suddenly, like a flash of lightning, the force of the trap caused Icestorm to be pulled through the deadly hoop! Would this brave DarknessClan warrior survive?
Other: None!
