Post by .x.Icestar.x.Winterleaf.x. on Feb 1, 2008 19:35:22 GMT -7
.x.name.x.
Icestar
.x.gender.x.
she-cat
.x.rank.x.
Leader
.x.age.x.
49 moons
.x.clan.x.
FireClan
.x.quick description.x.
Sleek white she-cat with one yellow eye and one blue
.x.description.x.
A sleek white pelt rippling over strong, lean muscles strikes your eyes as you gaze at the cat before you. Icestar. Her eyes are a very odd assortment indeed. Her left is an icy blue, penetrating your pelt as she glares in your direction. The other is a bright amber, lending the same ferocity as the left. Her pelt is a blinding white, matching the snow perfectly when leaf-bare comes around. Her legs are long and fast, softening her pawsteps as she skids over the ground at breakneck speed. Her nose is tinted with pink, as are the insides of her ears. Her tail is thin and long, lending her balance and precision. Sharp fangs slope out of her jaws, giving any enemy a harsh bite to remember this fierce FireClan leader by.
.x.personality.x.
Icestar is a very concise cat, making sure everything goes smoothly and well organized. She is very deliberate, and makes decisions only after considering every possibility. Icestar tries to look at all sides of the situation, almost never taking sides in a quarrel. She is a very skilled fighter with a lithe and nimble sense of balance, lending her a paw to hunting as well. Icestar is, however, a very strict cat, expecting everything to be done according to plan and to be done right. I guess you could say she is a perfectionist. If Icestar hands you a certain responsibility, you'd better do it, or you suffer the consequences!
.x.history.x.
Icestar was born a clan cat, and a clan cat she will stay. She was born to a FireClan warrior named Stonefang and the FireClan leader of the time, Fenastar. Fenastar was young at the time, the youngest leader to rule over FireClan. She lead FireClan on the long trek over the mountains and through the long valley's as the Clans left their home once more, in search of a new place to reside. Her kit-bearing was soon after she became leader, making the clan doubt her loyalty to the Warrior Code. But Fenastar proved worthy even when she bore her kits across the long journey. During the journey, Icekit was born, toddling along after her mother in her various duties. Fenastar wouldn't hear of another Queen raising her kit, so she raised Icekit in the Leader's Den, shocking every cat. Icekit didn't seem to be any hindrance to Fenastar's leadership abilities, and grew into a strong, independent apprentice. Icepaw assisted Fenastar whenever she could, even lending a suggestion or two. When Icepaw became Icepelt, the clan honored her greatly, as she had fought many battles as an apprentice and won over most cats' hearts. It was no surprise when Fenastar decided to make Icepelt deputy after the recent deputy had retired to the Elder's den. Icepelt served her clan for many moons, taking on the Deputy responsibilities with much passion and precision. One day, when FireClan was basking in the sun in the camp, the hunting patrols just returning, DarkClan invaded. Fenastar fought valiantly, but sacrificed her last life to save her clan. Icepelt was made Icestar, but she had never felt so unworthy. She wished it was she who had died instead, but she took the role without a fuss, making FireClan stronger every day.
.x.roleplay sample.x.
A slight breeze ruffled Icestar's fur as she padded through the undergrowth, keeping a keen eye over her surroundings. She stalked on, scenting the air with a small sniff. Her paws ached to race across the ground and land on the little mouse nibbling before her, but she pushed those thoughts away as she crept closer to her prey. Her whiskers twitched as she pinpointed the mouse's exact location. Her heart beat fast, her mouth watering at the thought of her teeth meting the mouses' warm body. She waited a while, making sure she was downwind, and leaped. The mouse's tiny cry was muffled by Icestar's paws as she landed on top of it, sinking her claws into its body. Icestar's eyes gleamed triumphantly as she scraped earth over her prey.
.x.password.x.
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Icestar
.x.gender.x.
she-cat
.x.rank.x.
Leader
.x.age.x.
49 moons
.x.clan.x.
FireClan
.x.quick description.x.
Sleek white she-cat with one yellow eye and one blue
.x.description.x.
A sleek white pelt rippling over strong, lean muscles strikes your eyes as you gaze at the cat before you. Icestar. Her eyes are a very odd assortment indeed. Her left is an icy blue, penetrating your pelt as she glares in your direction. The other is a bright amber, lending the same ferocity as the left. Her pelt is a blinding white, matching the snow perfectly when leaf-bare comes around. Her legs are long and fast, softening her pawsteps as she skids over the ground at breakneck speed. Her nose is tinted with pink, as are the insides of her ears. Her tail is thin and long, lending her balance and precision. Sharp fangs slope out of her jaws, giving any enemy a harsh bite to remember this fierce FireClan leader by.
.x.personality.x.
Icestar is a very concise cat, making sure everything goes smoothly and well organized. She is very deliberate, and makes decisions only after considering every possibility. Icestar tries to look at all sides of the situation, almost never taking sides in a quarrel. She is a very skilled fighter with a lithe and nimble sense of balance, lending her a paw to hunting as well. Icestar is, however, a very strict cat, expecting everything to be done according to plan and to be done right. I guess you could say she is a perfectionist. If Icestar hands you a certain responsibility, you'd better do it, or you suffer the consequences!
.x.history.x.
Icestar was born a clan cat, and a clan cat she will stay. She was born to a FireClan warrior named Stonefang and the FireClan leader of the time, Fenastar. Fenastar was young at the time, the youngest leader to rule over FireClan. She lead FireClan on the long trek over the mountains and through the long valley's as the Clans left their home once more, in search of a new place to reside. Her kit-bearing was soon after she became leader, making the clan doubt her loyalty to the Warrior Code. But Fenastar proved worthy even when she bore her kits across the long journey. During the journey, Icekit was born, toddling along after her mother in her various duties. Fenastar wouldn't hear of another Queen raising her kit, so she raised Icekit in the Leader's Den, shocking every cat. Icekit didn't seem to be any hindrance to Fenastar's leadership abilities, and grew into a strong, independent apprentice. Icepaw assisted Fenastar whenever she could, even lending a suggestion or two. When Icepaw became Icepelt, the clan honored her greatly, as she had fought many battles as an apprentice and won over most cats' hearts. It was no surprise when Fenastar decided to make Icepelt deputy after the recent deputy had retired to the Elder's den. Icepelt served her clan for many moons, taking on the Deputy responsibilities with much passion and precision. One day, when FireClan was basking in the sun in the camp, the hunting patrols just returning, DarkClan invaded. Fenastar fought valiantly, but sacrificed her last life to save her clan. Icepelt was made Icestar, but she had never felt so unworthy. She wished it was she who had died instead, but she took the role without a fuss, making FireClan stronger every day.
.x.roleplay sample.x.
A slight breeze ruffled Icestar's fur as she padded through the undergrowth, keeping a keen eye over her surroundings. She stalked on, scenting the air with a small sniff. Her paws ached to race across the ground and land on the little mouse nibbling before her, but she pushed those thoughts away as she crept closer to her prey. Her whiskers twitched as she pinpointed the mouse's exact location. Her heart beat fast, her mouth watering at the thought of her teeth meting the mouses' warm body. She waited a while, making sure she was downwind, and leaped. The mouse's tiny cry was muffled by Icestar's paws as she landed on top of it, sinking her claws into its body. Icestar's eyes gleamed triumphantly as she scraped earth over her prey.
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