Post by 4icestar on Apr 21, 2012 17:22:15 GMT -5
Name::
Iceheart
Gender::
She-cat
Age::
16 Moons : 1 Year 4 Months
Clan/ Group::
Thunderclan
Position::
Warrior
Description::
Iceheart is a tuxedo she-cat with mysterious eyes that seem to change color with every passing day. Her whiskers are semi-long and her tail is medium in length. She has fairly long legs and medium length fur.
Personality::
Iceheart has a fairly easy-going personality but can get a little defensive of her clan. Her humor is the key to release any tense situation; however, she knows when to be serious. She gives very good advice and likes to be helpful. Iceheart's ferocity on the battlefield is never missed by any cat: her opponents won't easily forget her. Iceheart follows the warrior code but is not afraid to challenge it: she believes that following your heart and trusting your gut can lead you through anything.
Family::
Moonflower: mother (deceased)
Hawkflight: father (deceased)
Flametail: brother (making bio later)
History::
Iceheart's story begins in the worst winter storm in Clan history. In the middle of the night, she was born along side her brother Flametail. In the beginning, Iceheart was a quiet and shy kit but later on, she became more extroverted and opened up (with the encouragement of her brother). As an apprentice, Iceheart behaved well and learned fast. Her long legs and nimble body enabled her to learn to climb trees quickly and run silently through the forest. In the middle of her apprenticeship, she was hit by a monster along Thunderpath. She was devastated along with her clan; she thought she'd never be able to become a warrior. Luckily, she made a full recovery and became a warrior as soon as she was fit. Soon after her warrior ceremony, her mother and father died of natural causes. Moonflower and Hawkflight often visit their kits, Iceheart and Flametail. In the past couple of months, Iceheart has been working on being the best warrior she can be.
And her story continues....
RolePlay Sample::
Iceheart sighed as she padded over to the fresh-kill pile. It had been raining all day long and she had been on a long patrol; she was mentally and physically exhausted. Iceheart was soaked to the bones and was ready to eat a mouse and take a long nap. Grabbing a thrush, she ran over to the shelter of a bush while a clap of thunder sounded over her head. "Geez, Starclan. Thanks for making this the best leaf-fall ever," she murmured quietly. So far, this leaf-fall has been rainy, cold, damp and muddy. Iceheart felt as though she would never get all of the mud out of her fur.
After quickly eating her thrush, she clambered over to the warriors den, climbed into her nest, groomed, and fell into a blissful sleep.
