Post by Kitty on Jun 22, 2006 14:45:18 GMT -5
Name: Iceheart
Rank: Warrior
Gang: Glaci
Age: 14 moons
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Iceheart is a white cat, as it would be expected of a cat with her name. Iceheart's fur is short, though it grows slightly thicker on her face and chest. Iceheart's ears and cheeks are tinted with a light silver, giving her the appearence of a heavily scarred cat, adding to her reputation of bloodthirst. Iceheart's claws are abnormally long for those of a cat her size- small and lithe. Her eyes are green and blue, though some cats say there is red in there as well.
Personality: Iceheart is sardonic, sarcastic, and cynical. She distrusts most cats and finds few cats worthy of her respect. Iceheart has no friends, nor does she feel she needs too. She is not lonely though, she is perfectly content with her life of living in a clan, serving it, and snapping out at cats. She is a fierce fighter- some cats say too fierce. Because of the inncident in her apprenticehood, Iceheart is distrusted by her clanmates almost as much as she distrusts them. Dispite her cold realationship with her clan, Iceheart serves it loyally.
History: Today, Iceheart is a cold, sardonic cat. 14 moons ago, Iceheart was the very same cold, sardonic cat. She snapped out at her family for no reason and did not interact with them. Her mother, worried, contacted the leader, but Iceheart refused to listen. The leader could do nothing but hope that Iceheart would grow better with age. However, she didn't. In fact, when Iceheart was a young apprentice, a fellow apprentice saw her leaving the den. Instantly supsipious, he followed her. Iceheart went down to the Lightclan border, and the apprentice was sure she was going to cross it. He jumped on her and Iceheart killed him in self-defense. When the clan found them, Iceheart said he had attacked her at random, then fell into the stream where she had been taking a drink. To make this story plausible, Iceheart had rolled the apprentice in the water. The clan, knowing there was no evidence to prove Iceheart guilty, accepted her story.
IC: Iceheart opened her eye slowly, scanning the den. Nothing. Not a breath, not a sound.
How similar this is to that night, she mused. That night where I lost my soul right and found myself.
The cats of Lightclan believed the suspected murder of that apprentice a bad thing, but Iceheart knew different. They are blind to me. No, not blind. They could see me, if they would open their eyes.
Iceheart stood, stretched, and sneered at the sleeping bodies of the cats before her. They would not open their eyes. They had been taught, words drummed into the minds- murder is bad. If only they knew! If only they broke out of their world and looked around! They lived their lives against the wall, cruxicified by the rules set down by old, long dead cats.
The rules have changed, she told them as she slipped out of the den silently. But you were so wrapped up in the old that you could not see the new.
Iceheart walked and thought about murder. She believed in Starclan, and that her soul would go up to them one day. And how will I be welcomed? With happiness, as I brought one of them to their ranks? Or with unsheathed claws, as I took a life? Iceheart didn't really care. This was life. Death would come soon enough, and she would be ready when it came.
Iceheart stopped at the stream. This was her orientation to the new rules. If Iceheart sniffed the air deep enough, she could still smell the blood of the apprentice.
Iceheart's ears swivelled suddenly. A cat had followed her from the den. A small cat. A cat she could easily take on. Iceheart unsheathed her claws.
But then, she stopped. Her claws retracted. For some reason, she couldn't do this. No. Not tonight.
Iceheart spun by the cat and walked back to camp, feeling his gaze on her back. Tonight, you live.
Rank: Warrior
Gang: Glaci
Age: 14 moons
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Iceheart is a white cat, as it would be expected of a cat with her name. Iceheart's fur is short, though it grows slightly thicker on her face and chest. Iceheart's ears and cheeks are tinted with a light silver, giving her the appearence of a heavily scarred cat, adding to her reputation of bloodthirst. Iceheart's claws are abnormally long for those of a cat her size- small and lithe. Her eyes are green and blue, though some cats say there is red in there as well.
Personality: Iceheart is sardonic, sarcastic, and cynical. She distrusts most cats and finds few cats worthy of her respect. Iceheart has no friends, nor does she feel she needs too. She is not lonely though, she is perfectly content with her life of living in a clan, serving it, and snapping out at cats. She is a fierce fighter- some cats say too fierce. Because of the inncident in her apprenticehood, Iceheart is distrusted by her clanmates almost as much as she distrusts them. Dispite her cold realationship with her clan, Iceheart serves it loyally.
History: Today, Iceheart is a cold, sardonic cat. 14 moons ago, Iceheart was the very same cold, sardonic cat. She snapped out at her family for no reason and did not interact with them. Her mother, worried, contacted the leader, but Iceheart refused to listen. The leader could do nothing but hope that Iceheart would grow better with age. However, she didn't. In fact, when Iceheart was a young apprentice, a fellow apprentice saw her leaving the den. Instantly supsipious, he followed her. Iceheart went down to the Lightclan border, and the apprentice was sure she was going to cross it. He jumped on her and Iceheart killed him in self-defense. When the clan found them, Iceheart said he had attacked her at random, then fell into the stream where she had been taking a drink. To make this story plausible, Iceheart had rolled the apprentice in the water. The clan, knowing there was no evidence to prove Iceheart guilty, accepted her story.
IC: Iceheart opened her eye slowly, scanning the den. Nothing. Not a breath, not a sound.
How similar this is to that night, she mused. That night where I lost my soul right and found myself.
The cats of Lightclan believed the suspected murder of that apprentice a bad thing, but Iceheart knew different. They are blind to me. No, not blind. They could see me, if they would open their eyes.
Iceheart stood, stretched, and sneered at the sleeping bodies of the cats before her. They would not open their eyes. They had been taught, words drummed into the minds- murder is bad. If only they knew! If only they broke out of their world and looked around! They lived their lives against the wall, cruxicified by the rules set down by old, long dead cats.
The rules have changed, she told them as she slipped out of the den silently. But you were so wrapped up in the old that you could not see the new.
Iceheart walked and thought about murder. She believed in Starclan, and that her soul would go up to them one day. And how will I be welcomed? With happiness, as I brought one of them to their ranks? Or with unsheathed claws, as I took a life? Iceheart didn't really care. This was life. Death would come soon enough, and she would be ready when it came.
Iceheart stopped at the stream. This was her orientation to the new rules. If Iceheart sniffed the air deep enough, she could still smell the blood of the apprentice.
Iceheart's ears swivelled suddenly. A cat had followed her from the den. A small cat. A cat she could easily take on. Iceheart unsheathed her claws.
But then, she stopped. Her claws retracted. For some reason, she couldn't do this. No. Not tonight.
Iceheart spun by the cat and walked back to camp, feeling his gaze on her back. Tonight, you live.