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[glow=white,2,300] Icetail
The heart that burns with FIRE shall be frozen by the ICE.
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Name |Icekit Icepaw Icetail
Gender | She-cat
Age | 36 moons
Rank lKit Apprentice Warrior Medicine Cat
Clan |Smokeclan none Meadowclan
Beliefs l When she was younger, she believed in Starclan, but not as much as she does now. After she left Smokeclan, she learned to trust them and follow them. Now, she is entirely devoted to Starclan, and seeks for dreams often.
Parents | Mother: Dapplewhisker, not rped.
Father: unknown.
Siblings | Mistclaw, PC.
Other Kin | None
Mate | Not allowed.
Crush | None
Kits | Not allowed.
Apprentice/Mentor | First trained as a warrior under Liontail. She has never had an apprentice.
Appearance | Her fur is a clean white, with hardly any patches of grey. There are small patches of missing fur, but not many. Her fur is a bit thinner than usual. She usually keeps it clean, but occasionally lets herself go a bit when confronting severe sicknesses.
She is thin, but not overly skinny. Her eyes are a pale green, and show her emotions clearly. Her tail is much longer than average. Her legs are the same. She has a few scars, but not many. There are several nicks in her ears. Her claw, which are usually sheathed, do not extend very far, just enough to claw an ear, but not far enough for much else.
Personality | She is loyal to the Clan, but sometimes she disobeys the warrior code. Especially if it concerns sick cats of any type, rogue, kittypet, or clanborn. She is not overly hostile, but she mistrusts most of the cats in other clans. She will help them, but she does not believe many of the things they say. She is suspicious of anything they do and watches those she cares for with a sharp eye. Sometimes, this hinders her ability to help them, as she sometimes refuses to heal them unless they "explain themselves".
She feels threatened by Pineclan and their unbelief.
She is headstrong and proud, letting no cat tell her what to do. If she disagrees with something, she will tell you in no uncertain terms. Her pride is key to her self image. She doesn't speak much, but when she does, she expects everyone to listen. Usually, she stays in her den, going over the herbs or just thinking quietly over her last dream. When she leaves, it is usually to search for herbs, or to just get some fresh air after the stuffiness of her den.
She doesn't strive for attention, but expects the respect that she deserves. She does not like to be looked after and will not eat fresh-kill that is brought to her, preferring to get it for herself.
She is not close to many of her clanmates. But if she spends enough time with them, she will soften.
Skills |She is not the most skilled Medicine Cat, but she tries her best. Her knowledge of herbs is not too great. But occasionally, she will dream of past Medicine Cats, and they will teach her.
She is much more attuned to Starclan than many other Medicine Cats. This gives her a calm mind. But it also can make her fear after recieving a sign from Starclan. She realizes that Starclan isn't easy to understand, and she'll constantly worry that she interpreted something wrong.
History | She was born in the nursery of Smokeclan, far away from the other cats. The clan was large, but failing. The cats squabbled amongst themselves and fought the other clans ceaselessly. Training was sped up to increase the number of warriors in the clan. She was an average kit, and playacted the leader all the time. She was apprenticed to Liontail when she was six moons old, just like all her clanmates.
Her training progressed well and after a few moons became a warrior. But she was made a warrior before she was fully ready, and she was mocked by her clanmates for her incompetence in border patrols and while hunting. She strove harder to improve, but without a mentor, she was lost. The jibes of her fellow warriors excalated to pranks and mocking groups that followed her everywhere she went.
After ten moons she decided she couldn't stand it any longer and left the clan. She roamed the countryside for several moons until she met a group of other former warriors.
At first she was afraid to mingle, fearful of scorn. But her months alone had hardened her, and her skills had been honed well. She was no longer the incompetent young cat of moons past, but stong enough to defend herself against her foes. The other cats didn't treat her any different, and she grew to like them. When they proposed creating clans, she joined them.
She had many friends that seperated into different clans. She didn't know which one to choose for a while, until she had a dream. In it, starlight was glistening on a broad meadow and around many herbs. She interpreted this to mean she should join Meadowclan as the Medicine Cat. She had very little experience with herbs, but she tried to learn as much as possible.
It is taking a while for her to be accepted as the Medicine Cat. Many don't think she's competent enough to hold the position. Her earlier experiences with failure spur her on, and she tries harder, praying to Starclan for help and guidance. Her knowledge of the herbs begins to expand, as occasionally she dreams of the medicine cats of Smokeclan, as it once was. They teach her, but slowly, and in the back of her mind, a small panic begins to flare, anxiety for the future of her clan.
Role Play Example | Icetail padded out of camp, nodding to Mistclaw as they passed each other at the entrance. The sky was darkening, the red and gold of the sunset fading to a dark blue. She continued through the forest, her green eyes flicking back and forth, searching for marigold. Then she heard a rustling behind her.
She turned, ready to confront the apprentice or warrior they had sent after her. She did not need help. She was not a helpless kit that needed to be escorted everywhere. She-
Icetail closed her mouth. The cat struggling through a clump of bracken was not one she recognized. For an instant, a growl formed in her throat and he fur bristled along her spine. But as she looked at the cat, her fur flattened and she straightened. The silver pelt seemed to glitter, even in the darkness, and silvery pawmarks shimmered behind the cat. Icetail dipped her head respectfully to the Starclan cat.
"I am Greynose," whispered the ancient warrior, "I come with a warning for you and your clan."
Icetail stiffened, waiting for Greynose to continue.
His voice was fading, Icetail strained to listen, "Fire and Water will come, bringing danger and glory to many in your clan."
Then the darkness swallowed him whole, leaving Icetail to turn back and ponder his words.
The heart that burns with FIRE shall be frozen by the ICE.
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Name |
Gender | She-cat
Age | 36 moons
Rank l
Clan |
Beliefs l When she was younger, she believed in Starclan, but not as much as she does now. After she left Smokeclan, she learned to trust them and follow them. Now, she is entirely devoted to Starclan, and seeks for dreams often.
Parents | Mother: Dapplewhisker, not rped.
Father: unknown.
Siblings | Mistclaw, PC.
Other Kin | None
Mate | Not allowed.
Crush | None
Kits | Not allowed.
Apprentice/Mentor | First trained as a warrior under Liontail. She has never had an apprentice.
Appearance | Her fur is a clean white, with hardly any patches of grey. There are small patches of missing fur, but not many. Her fur is a bit thinner than usual. She usually keeps it clean, but occasionally lets herself go a bit when confronting severe sicknesses.
She is thin, but not overly skinny. Her eyes are a pale green, and show her emotions clearly. Her tail is much longer than average. Her legs are the same. She has a few scars, but not many. There are several nicks in her ears. Her claw, which are usually sheathed, do not extend very far, just enough to claw an ear, but not far enough for much else.
Personality | She is loyal to the Clan, but sometimes she disobeys the warrior code. Especially if it concerns sick cats of any type, rogue, kittypet, or clanborn. She is not overly hostile, but she mistrusts most of the cats in other clans. She will help them, but she does not believe many of the things they say. She is suspicious of anything they do and watches those she cares for with a sharp eye. Sometimes, this hinders her ability to help them, as she sometimes refuses to heal them unless they "explain themselves".
She feels threatened by Pineclan and their unbelief.
She is headstrong and proud, letting no cat tell her what to do. If she disagrees with something, she will tell you in no uncertain terms. Her pride is key to her self image. She doesn't speak much, but when she does, she expects everyone to listen. Usually, she stays in her den, going over the herbs or just thinking quietly over her last dream. When she leaves, it is usually to search for herbs, or to just get some fresh air after the stuffiness of her den.
She doesn't strive for attention, but expects the respect that she deserves. She does not like to be looked after and will not eat fresh-kill that is brought to her, preferring to get it for herself.
She is not close to many of her clanmates. But if she spends enough time with them, she will soften.
Skills |She is not the most skilled Medicine Cat, but she tries her best. Her knowledge of herbs is not too great. But occasionally, she will dream of past Medicine Cats, and they will teach her.
She is much more attuned to Starclan than many other Medicine Cats. This gives her a calm mind. But it also can make her fear after recieving a sign from Starclan. She realizes that Starclan isn't easy to understand, and she'll constantly worry that she interpreted something wrong.
History | She was born in the nursery of Smokeclan, far away from the other cats. The clan was large, but failing. The cats squabbled amongst themselves and fought the other clans ceaselessly. Training was sped up to increase the number of warriors in the clan. She was an average kit, and playacted the leader all the time. She was apprenticed to Liontail when she was six moons old, just like all her clanmates.
Her training progressed well and after a few moons became a warrior. But she was made a warrior before she was fully ready, and she was mocked by her clanmates for her incompetence in border patrols and while hunting. She strove harder to improve, but without a mentor, she was lost. The jibes of her fellow warriors excalated to pranks and mocking groups that followed her everywhere she went.
After ten moons she decided she couldn't stand it any longer and left the clan. She roamed the countryside for several moons until she met a group of other former warriors.
At first she was afraid to mingle, fearful of scorn. But her months alone had hardened her, and her skills had been honed well. She was no longer the incompetent young cat of moons past, but stong enough to defend herself against her foes. The other cats didn't treat her any different, and she grew to like them. When they proposed creating clans, she joined them.
She had many friends that seperated into different clans. She didn't know which one to choose for a while, until she had a dream. In it, starlight was glistening on a broad meadow and around many herbs. She interpreted this to mean she should join Meadowclan as the Medicine Cat. She had very little experience with herbs, but she tried to learn as much as possible.
It is taking a while for her to be accepted as the Medicine Cat. Many don't think she's competent enough to hold the position. Her earlier experiences with failure spur her on, and she tries harder, praying to Starclan for help and guidance. Her knowledge of the herbs begins to expand, as occasionally she dreams of the medicine cats of Smokeclan, as it once was. They teach her, but slowly, and in the back of her mind, a small panic begins to flare, anxiety for the future of her clan.
Role Play Example | Icetail padded out of camp, nodding to Mistclaw as they passed each other at the entrance. The sky was darkening, the red and gold of the sunset fading to a dark blue. She continued through the forest, her green eyes flicking back and forth, searching for marigold. Then she heard a rustling behind her.
She turned, ready to confront the apprentice or warrior they had sent after her. She did not need help. She was not a helpless kit that needed to be escorted everywhere. She-
Icetail closed her mouth. The cat struggling through a clump of bracken was not one she recognized. For an instant, a growl formed in her throat and he fur bristled along her spine. But as she looked at the cat, her fur flattened and she straightened. The silver pelt seemed to glitter, even in the darkness, and silvery pawmarks shimmered behind the cat. Icetail dipped her head respectfully to the Starclan cat.
"I am Greynose," whispered the ancient warrior, "I come with a warning for you and your clan."
Icetail stiffened, waiting for Greynose to continue.
His voice was fading, Icetail strained to listen, "Fire and Water will come, bringing danger and glory to many in your clan."
Then the darkness swallowed him whole, leaving Icetail to turn back and ponder his words.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp