Post by kitty on Aug 30, 2010 15:29:27 GMT -5
Name:
Iceflower
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
39 moons
Clan:
ThunderClan
Rank:
Warrior
Apprentice:
Breezepaw
Love Interest:
Formerly Brackenfoot
Now open
Kin:
Whitestar - brother - Cai
Bramblepelt - brother - Yellow
Description:
[/color]Although a bit on the large side, Iceflower is still a rather average cat in build. Legs a bit long, tail thin and lengthy. Shoulders a little wide. Yet she still manages to pull off looking graceful, maybe even a bit slender. Her head is triangular, with pointed pink ears spaced evenly on top and a slightly elongated muzzle ending in a pink nose and even rows of white whiskers. Her eyes are a bit mesmerizing, very possibly her most noticeable facial features, if a bit flat and emotionless. Almond-shaped, they are a pretty green color, flecked with golden brown.
Her fur is soft, ranging in length from short on her paws to medium-length on her body and tail. As her name suggests, she is a white cat, devoid of any other marking or colors. Somehow any scars that she has accumulated over the moons have disappeared, blending back into the the smoothness of her white pelt. She's a pretty she-cat, make no mistake, from the graceful way she walks to the dangerous way she uses her claws in battle.
Personality:
While some may suspect that Iceflower is a gentle she-cat, they are wrong. Iceflower is instead a rather mysterious she-cat. While not cruel or mean, she isn't the nicest cat either. Instead, she can be sarcastic and maybe a bit rude when she speaks, if she bothers to speak at all. Intelligent and calculating, most of what she wants to say tends to stay safely within the confines of her own mind. Her intelligence combined with her clever attacks makes her a fearful foe in combat, one that should be watched carefully. However, she isn't exactly skilled in hunting. In her opinion, its a boring, although necessary, chore. And Iceflower does not like boring.
Iceflower is a bit of a flirt. Although she does like to flirt, however, she hasn't been particularly close to any cat outside of her family for a long while. She can't be considered antisocial, though - Iceflower can be a very social cat when she wants to be, sitting and gossiping with her Clanmates, teasing, spending time with her siblings when she can find time to, the only cats she's actually completely open around.
However, being the sibling of the Clan leader makes her a bit daring. She has a tendency to try and push the warrior code to its limit, simply because her brother probably won't send her away from the Clan. She tends to flaunt this fact to cats from other Clans, too, and its an easy way to get some to do as she wishes.
History:
[/color]Iceflower was originally born in a litter of seven. This was an abnormally large litter, and due to circumstances, only three of the original litter managed to survive. Born to a (supposed) RiverClan mother and a ThunderClan father, right in the middle of some of the most chaotic times in Clan history, Icekit, Bramblekit, and Whitekit were taken by their father to live in ThunderClan rather than with their unknown RiverClan mother. There they were given to a ThunderClan queen for safekeeping, an elderly but gentle she-cat with only one kit to feed at the time, who was less than a moon old. All the kits' father did for them was make sure that they were taken care of before walking out of their lives.
The four kits grew up as siblings, even though their mother made sure to tell them that they weren't really related. This didn't faze them a bit, and the four grew up as close as they could get, like brothers and sister. Being the only she-kit in the nursery for the majority of her kithood, Icekit grew up playing rough with them, playfighting and getting into all kinds of mischief. A bit rebellious from the start, Icekit was most often the mastermind behind their mischievous plots. And when Whitekit started showing interest in a young apprentice she-cat, Icekit thought nothing of it; she was happy for him. It wasn't until she was killed in a border skirmish a mere five days before the four became apprentices that she thought anything of the crush.
Her apprenticeship came, and newly-named Icepaw was given a cheery she-cat, Gingerfoot, as a mentor. She didn't exactly agree with everything the code instructed, such as the rule against inter-Clan relationships, or with the fact that kits and elders had to be fed first. If the warriors were fed first, couldn't they fend for the Clan better? So Gingerfoot taught Icepaw the warrior code as best she could, doing her best to not let her own opinions mar those of the apprentice. However, some of her carelessness for the code must have rubbed off on young Icepaw, as was discovered later in life.
Icepaw through herself into her training, and as a result distanced a bit from her siblings, although she did her best to talk with them and practice with them whenever chance allowed. But Gingerfoot had her going from dawn to dusk most days, and chat time was limited. It took a while, but Icepaw finally figured out why she was training her so hard. Gingerfoot was a pretty she-cat, make no mistake, and she could probably have gotten any tom in the Clan if she'd wanted it. But maybe it was just so that Icepaw would be so tired at night that she'd go straight to sleep, and then Gingerfoot could slip away and meet with that one special WindClan tom... well, the sooner she graduated, the sooner Gingerfoot could slip away whenever she wanted rather than just at night.
Seeing the two meet one night when Icepaw followed her mentor from camp was what urged her to believe that inter-Clan relationships were okay. Her mentor was doing it, right? Then it had to be fine. Maybe if Gingerfoot had been a bit more careful, it would have prevented some of the incidents not too many moons later in Icepaw's life.
It wasn't for another two moons or so, when Icepaw hit her 10th moons, did anything else of notable interest happened. Her training was coming along great, and while she was excellent with fighting, she struggled a bit with hunting. The first time she got to put these fighting skills to the test was in a border skirmish, the first that the Clan had had for a while. ShadowClan crossed the border, chasing prey. Two warriors and an apprentice made up the ShadowClan hunting patrol that crossed, and the ThunderClan patrol was the same size.
Icepaw through herself into the fighting with an unexpected boldness, lunging first for the larger warrior and getting in a few good blows before being flung into a tree and stunned for a moment. When she was finally able to fight again, the ShadowClan apprentice had targeted her. He was probably her age, give or take a moon, and she did her best, but she was still dizzy and her head hurt. It wasn't too long until the tom got her pinned down. But then something strange happened.
He let her go. Just like that, he just jumped off of her and took off for the ShadowClan border, and she'd barely even laid a claw on him.
After spending some time in the medicine den, Icepaw was ready to go again, and training with Gingerfoot (who by now was looking a tiny bit plump - was she pregnant, perhaps?) picked back up. That ShadowClan tom was there at the next Gathering, and she learned that he was called Brackenpaw. The two sat and talked a bit, and Brackenpaw admitted that he couldn't bring himself to claw her when she was already hurt. At first, Icepaw wrote him off as mousebrained, and then she got to thinking. Brackenpaw was a nice cat. He'd even let her go in the middle of a border skirmish. Was she starting to...like him? She was reminded of her mentor and her secret WindClan tom.
Training progressed, and Icepaw began hoping she'd spy the tom on the borders, eagerly waiting for the Gathering and a chance to talk to him again. Two of her brothers graduated at eleven moons, becoming Hawkclaw and Whitefrost, and leaving Icepaw and Bramblepaw behind in the apprentice den. But although Icepaw spent as much time as she could with them, she seemed to have distanced a bit.
Finally, the chance came to see Brackenpaw again. She was alone, out doing some hunting for the elders, and spotted the ShadowClan apprentice on the other side of the border. She managed to get him somewhere hidden where they could talk, and admitted her feelings. She liked him, and that was okay, because her mentor had a WindClan tom. Much to her pleasure, he agreed with her, and she began sneaking out to meet with him at night, even after long days of training. If her mentor could do it, she could too.
Day passed, and finally, at twelve moons, Icepaw became a warrior, rewarded with the name Iceflower. At the next Gathering, she discovered that Brackenpaw, too, had become a warrior, dubbed Brackenfoot. The two now got more daring with their meetings, slipping away during daytime. And the moons progressed like this, doing warrior duties, chatting with her siblings (whom she were now getting closer to), and meeting with Brackenfoot. Life was good.
Until around her seventeenth moon, that is. It was at this time that one of the scariest things ever happened to Iceflower. She had a pregnancy scare.
After that, she couldn't face Brackenfoot. She called off the relationship, much to the tom's sadness. And her own. She became a bit closed off to her Clanmates. But she finally noticed that Whitefrost and Hawkclaw were having some difficulties with their friendship. After a few (unsuccessful) attempts to bring the now-deputy closer to his previous best friend, Iceflower gave in and let them be.
While her brother and sort-of brother were no longer close, Iceflower maintained a good relationship with her littermates. Whitefrost moved up through the ranks, and upon Lionstar's death became leader. And Clan life continues, regardless of past incidences and sadness, up until present day.
Other:
*dances*
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You finally finished her! 
