Icepelt {proud and brave}

[{Icey}]

Name: Icepelt
Age: 27 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Ashclan
Rank: Warrior
Physical:

As an apprentice Icepelt had been scrawny and hadn’t developed a strong body yet. No one thought he could manage the life of a warrior or even end up being useful as a warrior. He was looked upon as a weak apprentice to grow into a weak warrior and picked off easily. However he proved his clan-mates wrong. Icepelt grew up with determination and confidence to be the best he could, he pulled it off.

Icepelt is a taller warrior and at times greatly underestimated in battle. He is one to take seriously I warn you. He is extremely agile and swift. Having the speed, cunning maneuvers and sharp eyes he is a feared opponent. His shoulders and legs are intensely strong. His body is fine-boned, long and graceful. Icepelt is long legged and has a lean elongated body with a short, plush, blue-grey coat. The undercoat is soft, downy, and equal in length. The hairs of his very pelt are even blue with silver tips. His tail is long and it comes in good proportion to the rest of Icepelt's body. His head is a medium wedge shaped one with large, upright ears. Icepelt's eyes, excluding his glossy coat, are yet another stunning feature. They are round and vividly green, having an almost emerald tone. His nose and paw's are a dark blue gray shade and his whiskers fade off to a white on the outer ends. Icepelt stands out as a well experienced and attractive warrior in Ashclan.

Icepelt is a Russian Blue.

Personality:

Icepelt has always been known for his big heart and strong ongoing loyalty towards his clan and family. He at times can be quiet, although only to take in information and thoroughly understand the situation. When he speaks his mind he stands strong and proves his point with diligence. Icepelt has proven himself a worthy warrior of Ashclan through battle and through heartache.

In any status that Icepelt had been honored with, whether it was apprentice, or a kit, every challenge he took a great pride in doing so. He never quit and never surrendered. He always presented himself with determination and great strength which never died away. He never wanted to show anyone he had a weakness or if he was suffering. It only made matters worse showing others you were giving up. They were the words he lived up to, he was the light to cast over darkness. He would never give up hope.

In battle this agile cat use's different techniques which he passed down to his apprentice's. Because of his good nature and honest approach you wouldn’t expect him to be trouble in battle. Although Icepelt can be quite aggressive and completely hates the feeling of being defeated, either in battle or being stuck down by an opponent. With that competitive instinct which sparks inside of him, Icepelt will refuse to go down. Icepelt will challenge the warrior code to what he believes is right. He doesn’t tolerate ongoing suffering, pain and agony. He believes that no cat should suffer no matter what their charges are. It’s wrong. Every clan is special and unique in there own way, by the will of Starclan every clan has a place. Icepelt respects that.

He does have his own opinions and isn't afraid to state what they are. Icepelt can be strict but is fair doing so, he doesn't believe in inhumane punishment. He has proven himself a worthy warrior of Ashclan.

Friends & Family:

~Larkwing
~Shadelight (deceased)
~Silvercrest (deceased)

Characteristics:

~Ability to overlook others
~Sweet, good nature

Picture:

Kit


Apprentice


Warrior
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[/img][/blockquote]History:

.:Kithood:.
From the day I opened my eyes I saw her, the most beautiful cat in the world. My mother Silvercrest. Her green eyes, silver coat, sweet nature, everything about her was heart-warming. I didn’t have any siblings I lived with my mother and father. My father had been the deputy of Ashclan, Shadelight was his name. We had everything we needed. Shelter, food and security. One day however my days of being the single kit had changed. Larkkit, a small bundle of white fur, like snow had entered the nest. I was slightly older but we connected so easily. She hadn’t remembered that much from her old family only that they died. We bonded quickly, I considered her my very own sister even though we didn’t share the same blood.

As kits we watched Ashclans apprentices train and grow into warriors. Our eyes watched them intrigued by every movement. We so desperately wanted to become apprentices ourselves. Shadelight took us aside and taught us a bit of the warrior code. It only made our ambition of being the best stronger. We had strong intentions and we vowed to work our hardest. We wanted to warriors of Ashclan.

xXxApprenticshipxXx
Larkpaw and Icepaw was what we were called when we became 6 moons. We had finally left the nursery and moved to the apprentices den. I was the apprentice of a well respected senior warrior Jaugaclaw. He had extremely peculiar markings that I have never seen before, like the ancient leopards from Starclan. That is what Oldears told me.

Jaugarclaw had just taught me so much. Everyday was something new and I couldn’t wait to get out and train. He taught me the code, how to hunt and fight, the lands and most importantly Starclan. He told me to follow my heart and instincts. Starclan was very special to him and it soon became very special to me. He was the best teacher I could ask for.

At 6 moons I went to my first gathering, that was an experience of a lifetime. You can learn so much from the expressions, the actions, the words. I looked up at Silverstar our leader, hoping one day I could lead and have the honor of sitting in front of the clans.

I had almost finished my training until that sad day struck, Ashclan was at war. Breezeclan was being lead by an ambitious leader who couldn’t control his greed for power. He wanted more. It was a day I could never forget and it still haunts me. I proved myself a warrior that day fighting to my fullest but I lost something. A friend and a father. Shadelight a loyal deputy, a loving father had been struck. His last words still echo in my head from time to time. “Don’t ever give up and never surrender, you will be recognized and you will be great don’t let the hope ever die”

Jaugarclaw had been slain that gruesome day. The blood of Ashclan and Breezeclan warriors trickled down the streams that day. It ran red for a day and was later cleansed by the tears of mourning loved ones. They say that even the soil in the “Encircled Valley” still bares a tone of red, just to remember the horrible memories.

~*~Warrior Status~*~
The night of the battle there was a memorial service to those who had fallen. My father, my mentor and several other warriors were buried. Larkpaw and I became warriors but it didn’t feel very joyous. Yet we stayed positive and we were silent that night. I was now known as Icepelt and my sister Larkwing.

Several moons later our mother passed away, natural causes yet I am convinced it was a broken heart.

To this day Larkwing and I are the last, we stick together and our bond is strong. That day when my father died, the day my mentor was slain, when my mothers heart broke in two I swore that I, Icepelt would become the next deputy, the next leader of Ashclan. I would show Starclan and the forest that I would be the light that shone the hope of a new era.

Roleplay Sample:

Icepelt couldnt help but pace back and fourth inside the camp, the air was silent and an eerie fog soon drifted in. They had a fought earlier that morning and Icepelt feared that it was the cause why she had been gone that long. He shook his head in frustration as he paced back and fourth. His eyes flashed from either side wondering if she would take another entrance. He sighed she was not here and there was only one thing to do, go out to look for her.

Icepelt couldn't wait any longer, he swiftly crossed the clearing and out the gorse tunnel, making sure he would not make a sound as he exited. Icepelt shook his head in annoyance, the fog was blinding his way and his sister hadn't come home. Icepelt turned his head from side to side desperately trying to pick up a sign or scent. Icepelt searched his memory for any signs of resentment towards him but found none. A small puddle of blood lay before him, thorns clung to his pelt as he made his way to the powerful thick pungent scent of a tom, loner. The powerful scent drifted ghostly through the foggy air. She was here but not alone.

He lifted his head and raced down the foggy trail with only the moonlight to guide him. The moon shone brightly above yet there were no stars. He panted silently breaking the ghostly quiet air. Suddenly the sharp tang of blood tingled in his nostrils once more and a sharp yet wiry cry was heard making the lone owl flutter to the skies. Icepelt booked it to where the sound had come from. Peering over the hill was his sister, blood trickled from her neck as she lay limp in the mighty jaws of her captor. Her eyes gazed at nothing but stars, the beautiful sparkle which was once in her eyes had faded to pitch black. The energy that soared in her golden yellow orbs was gone. Icepelt’s mouth fell in bewilderment, however his lip began to curl and his eyes glowed with rage. Larkwing’s scarred faced captor just grinned, blood trickling down his neck.

Icepelt felt his legs and body tensed, fear and terror washed over him his last family member hung by a thread. One clamp of those hideous life threatening jaws could end her life. Icepelt felt his fur begin to bristle. Before the young tom could meet his opponent the dark brown tabby took a step forward his evil grin still spread along his face. His eyes glowed with an evil happiness. This tom whatever he wanted could feel that he had flared up Icepelt. He opened his jaws, Larkwing fell to his paws, and her chest rose ever so slightly.

"Well, well, well isn’t this a surprise. You caught me” he laughed narrowing his head. “Your sister will be just the first part, there will be more, friends, loved ones, or maybe I’ll keep that little gorgeous black she-cat you cant keep your eyes off" he chuckled with a heart-chilling effect. Icepelt’s claws sheathed and unsheathed in the ground as he just glared at the tom in disgust. This wasn’t a dream this time, it was real....

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If you ever go on other sites that I am you will see that I make this charrie a lot. He's a favourite xD

Form completion: Yes

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