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Post by The ~Ice[y]~ is >Winged on Feb 17, 2008 15:58:55 GMT -5
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Name : Icestorm
Gender : She-cat
Age : 35 moons?
Clan : IceClan
Rank : Noble Warrior!
Description : Icestorm is a beautiful gray she-cat that is very popular with her Clan, and sadly unpopular with ArcticClan.
She is a gray tabby with emerald green eyes and dark brown tabby stripes, that wrap up into her beautiful tabby M.
Her emerald green eyes resemble that of the greenest leaf or strand of grass.
She has six children, now all apprenticed. She's a skilled fighter and and an expert hunter.
She's of normal height. Her fur is about the length of a domestic short hair.
Personality :
Icestorm has a bubbly personality and is kind to all.
She loves laying in the sun and talking with her friends and children. She has been through many life traumas, leaving a dark stain on her heart and soul.
She has lost many, and seen many being born, but none of that can overcome the darkness steadily growing in her heart.
History :
As a kit, Icestorm was rogue named Icy.
One night, Icy and her sister Snowy ran away from their den after their parents had been fighting.
The were chased by a fox and ended up gasping for breath in the middle of a raging river.
They were swept away along two different currents, and away went their memories of each other.
When Icy woke up, she was in the medicine cats den of IceClan, being treated by Spottedpelt, the medicine cat at the time.
Now she was Icepaw.
She began her training under the watchful eye of her mentor, Russetclaw, the deputy.
She was honored to have him training her.
Along the way, she met Crimsonpaw, a fun and loving black cat with a white chest and blue eyes.
They ended up spending a lot of time together. He used to be a rogue as well. But shortly after meeting Crimsonpaw was attacked by a wolf and badly injured to the point that he couldn't train for at least five moons.
While Crimsonpaw was healing, Icepaw was training and very quickly, it was time for her assessment.
She easily passed it, with the beautiful training Russetclaw had given her.
Icepaw was given her warrior name, Icestorm.
And guess what! She was pregnant! In two and a half months, Icestorm had given birth to seven kits. But unfortunately one of them was a still born, Strifekit.
The remaining kits were given names, Wingedkit, the shy one. Honeykit, the fun loving one. Howlingkit, the serious but brave one. Werekit, the hyper one. Ravenkit, the lazy one. And the last one was Crowkit, the calm one.
These kits were soon given their apprentice names and Icestorm couldn't be happier. Wingedpaw was apprenticed to Russetclaw.
But a dark cloud would soon cover and envelop them for their lives.
The Ravens are attacking!
The Ravens are attacking! You might have heard some say.
What is that cloud, momma? You might have heard a kit say.
This battle was a horrible one. Gruesome.Deadly.
Russetclaw died in this battle.
Icestorm was devastated, and no matter what everyone did or said, nothing would make it better. No, nothing could make it better.
With help from Crimsonflight, Willowbreeze and Wingedpaw, who was almost as devastated as herself from the loss of her mentor, she was able to get to a state where she could walk and know where she was going.
This is her life, her story.
Relationships : Mate~ Crimsonflight.
Best friend~ Russetclaw~ may he rest with StarClan. [from raven attack]
Good friends~ Willowbreeze, Gingerpelt, Rabbitfoot, Mousestep, Cottonfoot( May she rest with StarClan[from raven attack].)
Children~ Wingedpaw, Honeypaw, Howlingpaw, Crowpaw, Werepaw and Ravenpaw.
Role-Play : A grey tabby she-cat slipped through IceClans barrier and into the night filled forest.
She moved as swift as a rabbit and as fast as a raging wind storm.
But this she-cat was no Wind storm.
She was Icestorm.
A water vole popped its head out of the river and made its way to the shore.
Before it could even step a paw on the solid ground, Icestorm slammed her claws into it and killed it instantly.
After a few more kills, she was satisfied with what she had, and made her way back to the camp, for a good rest.
Motto/Themesong : Everything bad happens for a reason, mostly to prevent something even worse from happening.
Name : Icestorm
Gender : She-cat
Age : 35 moons?
Clan : IceClan
Rank : Noble Warrior!
Description : Icestorm is a beautiful gray she-cat that is very popular with her Clan, and sadly unpopular with ArcticClan.
She is a gray tabby with emerald green eyes and dark brown tabby stripes, that wrap up into her beautiful tabby M.
Her emerald green eyes resemble that of the greenest leaf or strand of grass.
She has six children, now all apprenticed. She's a skilled fighter and and an expert hunter.
She's of normal height. Her fur is about the length of a domestic short hair.
Personality :
Icestorm has a bubbly personality and is kind to all.
She loves laying in the sun and talking with her friends and children. She has been through many life traumas, leaving a dark stain on her heart and soul.
She has lost many, and seen many being born, but none of that can overcome the darkness steadily growing in her heart.
History :
~Kit Hood~
As a kit, Icestorm was rogue named Icy.
One night, Icy and her sister Snowy ran away from their den after their parents had been fighting.
The were chased by a fox and ended up gasping for breath in the middle of a raging river.
They were swept away along two different currents, and away went their memories of each other.
When Icy woke up, she was in the medicine cats den of IceClan, being treated by Spottedpelt, the medicine cat at the time.
~Apprenticeship~
Now she was Icepaw.
She began her training under the watchful eye of her mentor, Russetclaw, the deputy.
She was honored to have him training her.
Along the way, she met Crimsonpaw, a fun and loving black cat with a white chest and blue eyes.
They ended up spending a lot of time together. He used to be a rogue as well. But shortly after meeting Crimsonpaw was attacked by a wolf and badly injured to the point that he couldn't train for at least five moons.
While Crimsonpaw was healing, Icepaw was training and very quickly, it was time for her assessment.
She easily passed it, with the beautiful training Russetclaw had given her.
~Warriorhood~
Icepaw was given her warrior name, Icestorm.
And guess what! She was pregnant! In two and a half months, Icestorm had given birth to seven kits. But unfortunately one of them was a still born, Strifekit.
The remaining kits were given names, Wingedkit, the shy one. Honeykit, the fun loving one. Howlingkit, the serious but brave one. Werekit, the hyper one. Ravenkit, the lazy one. And the last one was Crowkit, the calm one.
These kits were soon given their apprentice names and Icestorm couldn't be happier. Wingedpaw was apprenticed to Russetclaw.
But a dark cloud would soon cover and envelop them for their lives.
The Ravens are attacking!
The Ravens are attacking! You might have heard some say.
What is that cloud, momma? You might have heard a kit say.
This battle was a horrible one. Gruesome.Deadly.
Russetclaw died in this battle.
Icestorm was devastated, and no matter what everyone did or said, nothing would make it better. No, nothing could make it better.
With help from Crimsonflight, Willowbreeze and Wingedpaw, who was almost as devastated as herself from the loss of her mentor, she was able to get to a state where she could walk and know where she was going.
This is her life, her story.
Relationships : Mate~ Crimsonflight.
Best friend~ Russetclaw~ may he rest with StarClan. [from raven attack]
Good friends~ Willowbreeze, Gingerpelt, Rabbitfoot, Mousestep, Cottonfoot( May she rest with StarClan[from raven attack].)
Children~ Wingedpaw, Honeypaw, Howlingpaw, Crowpaw, Werepaw and Ravenpaw.
Role-Play : A grey tabby she-cat slipped through IceClans barrier and into the night filled forest.
She moved as swift as a rabbit and as fast as a raging wind storm.
But this she-cat was no Wind storm.
She was Icestorm.
A water vole popped its head out of the river and made its way to the shore.
Before it could even step a paw on the solid ground, Icestorm slammed her claws into it and killed it instantly.
After a few more kills, she was satisfied with what she had, and made her way back to the camp, for a good rest.
Motto/Themesong : Everything bad happens for a reason, mostly to prevent something even worse from happening.
