Post by siberiantiger on Jan 30, 2007 18:40:48 GMT -5
Name: Iceheart.
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ShadowClan
Description: Iceheart is a tall, muscular tom. His fur appears gray in the day. But his fur turns silver at night in the moonshine. He has dark gray stripes than run all along his pelt, to the tip of his tail. He has gray paws, with sharp white claws. Iceheart has royal blue eyes, which shine sky-blue at night. He has many battle scars. He has white whiskers, and a black nose. His pads on his paws are black as well.
Picture: This is optional. If you've managed to find a suitable picture of your character, www.norskskovkat.dk/pictures/ns22.jpg
Personality: Iceheart is kind to his Clanmates. Though he can be very cold and icy, he was transformed by his mate; Honeyfeather. He still has the kind, compassionate air that she tought him to use. He still greives for his dead mate, so he acts rather sad at times. Iceheart holds grudges, and shows no mercy in battle. He gets angry and irritated by the tiniest of things. He is friendly toward his friends, but anyone who doesn't know him well, would probably think he was mean.
History: Iceheart was born to Morningflower- a rougue she-cat. Iceheart kept the name Snowstorm until he was brought into ShadowClan- where he became Icepaw. Before he came to ShadowClan, his mother was killed by a fox in the night. Iceheart chased the fox away, but it was too late; it had killed his mother.
A ShadowClan apprentice; Honeyfeather (Honeypaw at the time) found him in the woods, and brought him back to ShadowClan. The Clan accepted him, for they were short of apprentices at the time. He trained hard for many moons, and then Iceheart became a warrior.
His best friend was Honeyfeather- the cat who had found him alone in the woods. She became his mate, and they had kits. Iceheart was very proud of Honeyfeather, their kits were the most beautiful kits in the forest, he thought.
One day, Honeyfeather and her kits were out in the forest. Iceheart was hunting and heard a terrified yowl, and the mewling of kits. He ran to find them, but only found a fox, trotting off into the trees. He searched frantically for his family, but he never found them. The fox had gotten them, he thought despairingly. And after that, foxes were Iceheart's sworn enemy; he creatures who had killed his family. His mother, his mate, and his kits.
IC: Iceheart weaved through the tall trees. A patrol was fallowing behind him. The only sound was the chirping of birds, and the ever so quiet sound of paws against ground behind him. "Keep up!" He growled. They were headed toward the ThunderClan border.
The reason was, because he was sure he had seen a ThunderClan warrior stealing prey. They had to talk to ThunderClan right away. He stopped at the border, looked up and down it once, then stepped over. His ears were swiveling back and forth listening for any sounds of an approaching patrol. His jaws were parted, drinking in the scent. ThunderClan scent was all around him, and it almost made him sick. The tress crouded in around him, and it made him nervous. How do they live with it? he wondered.
The scent of ThunderClan suddenly became stronger. His ears perked up, and he could hear cats coming closer.
"They're coming!" a cat behind him hissed.
Iceheart silenced him with a flick of his tail. The patrol dove for cover under a bush.
Iceheart was barely breathing as the patrol passed. He peeked out from under the bush and saw that there was 3 cats.
"There'd better be prey around here," growled one of the cats.
Iceheart didn't want to fight today. He only wanted to talk to their leader. If the ThunderClan patrol found them, they would attack. They would think we're stealing prey!
He waited under the bush silently, and could feel the breath of one of his Clanmates on his tail. His blood ran cold when he heard one of the ThunderClan cats meow, "Can you smell that? It smells like ShadowClan?!" . . .
Password: Secrets
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ShadowClan
Description: Iceheart is a tall, muscular tom. His fur appears gray in the day. But his fur turns silver at night in the moonshine. He has dark gray stripes than run all along his pelt, to the tip of his tail. He has gray paws, with sharp white claws. Iceheart has royal blue eyes, which shine sky-blue at night. He has many battle scars. He has white whiskers, and a black nose. His pads on his paws are black as well.
Picture: This is optional. If you've managed to find a suitable picture of your character, www.norskskovkat.dk/pictures/ns22.jpg
Personality: Iceheart is kind to his Clanmates. Though he can be very cold and icy, he was transformed by his mate; Honeyfeather. He still has the kind, compassionate air that she tought him to use. He still greives for his dead mate, so he acts rather sad at times. Iceheart holds grudges, and shows no mercy in battle. He gets angry and irritated by the tiniest of things. He is friendly toward his friends, but anyone who doesn't know him well, would probably think he was mean.
History: Iceheart was born to Morningflower- a rougue she-cat. Iceheart kept the name Snowstorm until he was brought into ShadowClan- where he became Icepaw. Before he came to ShadowClan, his mother was killed by a fox in the night. Iceheart chased the fox away, but it was too late; it had killed his mother.
A ShadowClan apprentice; Honeyfeather (Honeypaw at the time) found him in the woods, and brought him back to ShadowClan. The Clan accepted him, for they were short of apprentices at the time. He trained hard for many moons, and then Iceheart became a warrior.
His best friend was Honeyfeather- the cat who had found him alone in the woods. She became his mate, and they had kits. Iceheart was very proud of Honeyfeather, their kits were the most beautiful kits in the forest, he thought.
One day, Honeyfeather and her kits were out in the forest. Iceheart was hunting and heard a terrified yowl, and the mewling of kits. He ran to find them, but only found a fox, trotting off into the trees. He searched frantically for his family, but he never found them. The fox had gotten them, he thought despairingly. And after that, foxes were Iceheart's sworn enemy; he creatures who had killed his family. His mother, his mate, and his kits.
IC: Iceheart weaved through the tall trees. A patrol was fallowing behind him. The only sound was the chirping of birds, and the ever so quiet sound of paws against ground behind him. "Keep up!" He growled. They were headed toward the ThunderClan border.
The reason was, because he was sure he had seen a ThunderClan warrior stealing prey. They had to talk to ThunderClan right away. He stopped at the border, looked up and down it once, then stepped over. His ears were swiveling back and forth listening for any sounds of an approaching patrol. His jaws were parted, drinking in the scent. ThunderClan scent was all around him, and it almost made him sick. The tress crouded in around him, and it made him nervous. How do they live with it? he wondered.
The scent of ThunderClan suddenly became stronger. His ears perked up, and he could hear cats coming closer.
"They're coming!" a cat behind him hissed.
Iceheart silenced him with a flick of his tail. The patrol dove for cover under a bush.
Iceheart was barely breathing as the patrol passed. He peeked out from under the bush and saw that there was 3 cats.
"There'd better be prey around here," growled one of the cats.
Iceheart didn't want to fight today. He only wanted to talk to their leader. If the ThunderClan patrol found them, they would attack. They would think we're stealing prey!
He waited under the bush silently, and could feel the breath of one of his Clanmates on his tail. His blood ran cold when he heard one of the ThunderClan cats meow, "Can you smell that? It smells like ShadowClan?!" . . .
Password: Secrets
