Post by --|Sootie|-- on Nov 5, 2008 18:36:01 GMT -5
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Name : Icekit - Iceclaw
Gender : She-kit
Age : Newborn
Clan : Ice Clan
Rank :Kit
Description : Icekit is a small and dainty long haired silver she-kit. She had liquid green-gold eyes in a perfect entrancing combination of lemon and lime. She has soft and well-groomed slate-and-steel fur with subtle shades of black and white streaked throughout. Her small ears are like a lynx's, but tipped with white instead of black. She had long 'dangly' limbs and tail, all with soft well blended stripes of black. She is very well muscled and gangly for a she-kit and likes to run and climb, because she enjoys it and because she is very good at it. Her paws are all white as the snow they walk in, and they sprout enormous sharp claws; perfect for climing her way up frozen waterfalls. All of the calours of the North can be seen in her think pelt- the blue grey of the glacier, the soft white of the snow, the sharp silver of te ice and the pale grey slate of the Arctic. Her ochre eyes stood out against her winter pelt, but were as wide as an owls. Her long pelt not only kept her warm, but it was the perfect blend of grey and white to disguise her into the snowy plains. Her slender body is long and well muscled, a trait which acompanies her personality and makes her a better hunter than fighter as she gets older. She is a very fast runner and the prey which she catches most commonly is squirells- her speed and agility help her to clmb and balance on the precarious branches while her muscle and strength guide her and keep her focused on the hunt instead of the danger. She is a very polite cat, and intelligent. She is known for being the fastest learning kit in the forrest and always seems to know the right decision to make. She has a distinctive glow of knowledge in her eyes, something which her den mates admire and respect, but are also wary of.
Personality : Icekit is the double of her mother: she is intelligent, trustworthy and sensible. It doesn't mean that she's boring; she loves playing with the other kits in the nursery and occasionally causing trouble, but she usually knows where to draw the line. She is an incredibly fast learner and can imitate perfectly things which very advanced apprenitces can do. She has a very large capacity to learn and is loyal to the end. She has a tounge as sharp as her namesake claws. Icekit has obsessive compulsive disorder in the extreme. Every morning, she tidies up all of the other nests in the nursery, and organises the fresh-kill pile into seperate piles of animals. Her silver grey pelt with its long and easily-tangleable pelt is alwys soft and sleek, and perfectly groomed. Once her den-mother has groomed her, she always groms herslef again. She is a very likeable cat, and makes friends quite easily, because most cats her age look up to her.
History : Icekit was born during the Great Journey. She knows very little about her, as a stranger picked up a lost kit and took her in and raised her in that clan. She has very blurry images of a shadowy silver she-cat surrounded by a crowd, and a feeling of pain, upset and urgency...
Relationships :
Role-Play :
Motto/Themesong : The one who listen learns
Name : Icekit - Iceclaw
Gender : She-kit
Age : Newborn
Clan : Ice Clan
Rank :Kit
Description : Icekit is a small and dainty long haired silver she-kit. She had liquid green-gold eyes in a perfect entrancing combination of lemon and lime. She has soft and well-groomed slate-and-steel fur with subtle shades of black and white streaked throughout. Her small ears are like a lynx's, but tipped with white instead of black. She had long 'dangly' limbs and tail, all with soft well blended stripes of black. She is very well muscled and gangly for a she-kit and likes to run and climb, because she enjoys it and because she is very good at it. Her paws are all white as the snow they walk in, and they sprout enormous sharp claws; perfect for climing her way up frozen waterfalls. All of the calours of the North can be seen in her think pelt- the blue grey of the glacier, the soft white of the snow, the sharp silver of te ice and the pale grey slate of the Arctic. Her ochre eyes stood out against her winter pelt, but were as wide as an owls. Her long pelt not only kept her warm, but it was the perfect blend of grey and white to disguise her into the snowy plains. Her slender body is long and well muscled, a trait which acompanies her personality and makes her a better hunter than fighter as she gets older. She is a very fast runner and the prey which she catches most commonly is squirells- her speed and agility help her to clmb and balance on the precarious branches while her muscle and strength guide her and keep her focused on the hunt instead of the danger. She is a very polite cat, and intelligent. She is known for being the fastest learning kit in the forrest and always seems to know the right decision to make. She has a distinctive glow of knowledge in her eyes, something which her den mates admire and respect, but are also wary of.
Personality : Icekit is the double of her mother: she is intelligent, trustworthy and sensible. It doesn't mean that she's boring; she loves playing with the other kits in the nursery and occasionally causing trouble, but she usually knows where to draw the line. She is an incredibly fast learner and can imitate perfectly things which very advanced apprenitces can do. She has a very large capacity to learn and is loyal to the end. She has a tounge as sharp as her namesake claws. Icekit has obsessive compulsive disorder in the extreme. Every morning, she tidies up all of the other nests in the nursery, and organises the fresh-kill pile into seperate piles of animals. Her silver grey pelt with its long and easily-tangleable pelt is alwys soft and sleek, and perfectly groomed. Once her den-mother has groomed her, she always groms herslef again. She is a very likeable cat, and makes friends quite easily, because most cats her age look up to her.
History : Icekit was born during the Great Journey. She knows very little about her, as a stranger picked up a lost kit and took her in and raised her in that clan. She has very blurry images of a shadowy silver she-cat surrounded by a crowd, and a feeling of pain, upset and urgency...
Relationships :
Mother-Tundraheart
Father-Badgerstripes
Sister-Arctickit (Unknown)
Brothers-Snowkit and Glacierkit (Unknown)
Father-Badgerstripes
Sister-Arctickit (Unknown)
Brothers-Snowkit and Glacierkit (Unknown)
Role-Play :
Motto/Themesong : The one who listen learns
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