The Ice Clings To Her Pelt...

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Name: Icepelt
Age: 35 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Deputy
Personality:

Quick-witted, moody, loyal, matter-of-factly -- these words cover Icepelt's main personality, but she has other aspects. She isn't easily fooled, and she's grown accustomed to actively being a part of the Clan, but she still isn't exactly fond of it. A lone wolf by nature, she has no moral qualms with putting an end to anything a Clan-mate might be planning, but she usually tries to find a diplomatic way of stopping. Also, Icepelt is quite shy towards others, but she'll put aside her shyness to advise others, like Sunstar when asked, when need be. She usually won't kill another, even if, at the back of her mind, she really wants to. Icepelt is easily annoyed, and at first, it might be mere annoyance, but if she starts to look hostile, she'll get away, but if she doesn't, make sure to keep away. Somewhat adaptable to change, she understands that change is necessary, like an enemy Clan changing tactics to try to take down their opponent. Icepelt is willing to give orders (a habit of hers when she isn't supposed to), and some say she enjoys taking the front line in battle, risking her life. Some say she's arrogant, others say she's quiet. If you've heard 'silent but deadly', that can be her. Her thoughts can be quite venomous if she's ever told you what she thinks, and is quite bitter when it comes to certain subjects. She prefers not to talk unless if she absolutely must, or if she disagrees with what somebody is saying, but when she does talk as an authoritive high-ranking cat, you should listen. Her judgements are few but valued. To a friend, she may be more open, but it could take some time, especially since she tries to keep others at a distant so she won't feel emotionally hurt if someone decides to switch sides. She tends to think about things, and it's very unwise to rush her, as she'll snap. She does tend to challenge others, and isn't afraid to change personalities in mere moments. Icepelt treasures loyalty and friendship, but if you're her enemy, watch out. Icepelt can be merciless with her words and actions. However, she does know most of the time what to do in tough situations, and even if she is panicking, she still keeps a cool enough head to think straight and guide others. However doubtful of herself she might be, she at least knows how to find a flaw in any cat if she puts her mind into it, unless if it's so blatant.

Picture: 'ere, but the eyes aren't ice blue.
Short Description:

A small white she-cat with ice blue eyes

Appearance:

Icepelt looks quite aged, yes, but don't fall for the look at a glance. She is small, but she doesn't mind, or care. With her size combined with her speed, it can make her a difficult opponent, especially when you combine it with stealth as well. Don't feel too intimidated, though -- there are numerous ways to smite her when you actually face up against her. She has short and bright white fur, and she has somewhat emotionless ice blue eyes. She has an abnormally long tail, and long whiskers. Her voice is generally quiet, low, and emotional, but she's learned to raise her voice. With small paws and thusly small claws, they can hurt, but usually any wounds that come from them are minor. Watch out for her fangs, though. Those actually poke out of her mouth a little bit. Her ears are nicked, and the top of her right ear seems to have the length of a rat-step to have been cut off. Icepelt's build is lithe and obviously made for running. She has quite a few scars, some on her flanks, another just above her left eye, and some of the scars, you can't really see. With a look of cold hatred towards most of her enemies and a look of caring towards her own side, she isn't exactly one to be trifled with if you don't know what you're doing. Your first mistake might not be your last, but it could be at least in the last five or ten you'll make.

Lives Remaining: N/A
History:

Icepelt was sired by Skystrife and mothered by Blackleaf, and expected nothing different from her life -- to be live and die as a warrior, and nothing more. Her older brother was Poisonleaf, a benevolent warrior in ValeClan, and her younger sister was Dawnpaw, a fairly annoying apprentice. Her apprentice life was nothing special -- she was apprenticed, mentored by another cat, and then she became a warrior after fending off a fight with her Clan, being known for her bravery, even if she was protecting only one or two cats in particular. Earning the name Icepelt, she continued to serve her Clan as a warrior, watching as Sundown raised in the ranks, going to deputy, and then eventually was a later. Icepelt, however, was still busy training her own apprentice while Sundown was -- Lightpaw. After a few moons, her apprentice became Lightstrike, and she continued on being a warrior. When Fadingstar died and Sundown took over, he chose her as deputy. Icepelt, as a she-cat of her own ambitions, knew why. She wasn't afraid to give orders, nor was she afraid to give her life for her Clan, even if a lot of the cats got on her nerves. It was her responsibility, she thought, and that's how it ended up when she turned thirty-five moons old.

Family:

{Name -- Position in Family -- Status -- Clan}
Skystrife -- Father -- Deceased -- ValeClan
Blackleaf -- Mother -- Alive -- ValeClan
Poisonoak -- Brother -- Alive -- ValeClan
Dawnpaw -- Sister -- Alive -- ValeClan

RP Example:

"What are you waiting for?! Get out there and fight, Lightpaw!"

Scared amber eyes gazed into harsh ice blue, and the warrior nudged her apprentice to her paws, and her black and white apprentice flinched away.

"B-but, Icepelt, I'm scared..."

"Don't you hear the cries of battle outside this den? Yes? What if Nightpaw or Shadowpaw are dying right this moment because you're not helping them, mm?"

This seemed to convince the white-furred apprentice, her fur on end and her pupils wide. Turning around in the small apprentice's den, she rushed out, crying, "Nightpaw! Shadowpaw!"

A tiny smirk on her face, Icepelt padded out of the den after her and into the battle between her Clan and CascadeClan. Tackling a random tom, with black fur and forest green eyes, she fought him off, clawing him and darting under him when needed. This wouldn't be a fight she'd forget anytime soon.

Other:

Uhhh... nope.

[Head{admin}]

accepted ^.^