Post by wolfheart on Sept 1, 2009 12:02:09 GMT -6
b]Name:[/b] Icestripe
Rank: Deputy
Gender: Tom
Age: 52 moons
Affiliation: CloudClan
Mentor/Apprentice: Not yet
Kin: Sandwhisker-mother-NP Stonefoot-father-NP
Volepaw-brother-deceased
Mate: Not yet
Appearance: Icestripe's base pelt color is a pale silver-gray, with darker gray stripes over it. His fur is slightly longer than average, but it looks longer because of the way it comes off his body; in long streams. His face is angular, but flat, with bold slate-colored stripes over his eyes and on his forehead. His tall ears stand almost always erect on his head. Icestripe's body is almost masculine stereotypical; big muscles in the chest and legs, a tightened stomach, and a long sweeping, thick-striped tail tail that could clear a snowdrift. Well, not really, but you get the picture. The stripes on his body are thinner; they ripple across his fur like tide lines. His belly is pale with only faint hints of a darker shade of gray. Icestripe's eyes finish up the image with a dark, piercing, sapphire gaze.
Personality: Icestripe is as cold as his name; rare is the cat who can get him to show emotion. He is logical, efficient, and almost emotionless. Even in battle he is as his name; coldly plotting how to take down his enemy before leaping into the fray. He will never make a rash or overreactive move; even when heavily criticized he stands his ground by arguing his points with logic and refusing to rise to any bait. He's not one for jokes, obviously; if you try to tease or laugh with him, he'll just stare at you haughtily and walk away. The only cats he holds equal with himself are the leader and medicine cat; no other senior warrior could possibly match him!
History: Even as a kit, Icestripe wasn't one for playing. While his brother Volekit would always be bouncing around and trying to get him to join in, he would be hesitant. What was the point? His brother looked silly as he ran around with a crazy grin on his face, he thought. Still, he liked Volekit and even though he rarely joined in his brother's games, they maintained an amicable relationship, each balancing the other. When they became apprentices, the link grew weaker, however. As he learned the ways of the warrior, Icestripe became more critical of his brother's frivolous attitude. The brothers trained as apprentices without incident for two moons, but then tragedy struck. Volepaw was killed by a marauding fox on a solo hunting mission.
Roleplay Example:
The gray deputy sniffed the air. Leaf-bare was coming, and the Clan needed as much fresh-kill as they could get. The rest of his patrol was scattered behind him, on the alert for the slightest sign of possible movement. They padded forward another few pawsteps, all senses tensed. A tom a foxlength back accidentally snapped a twig. Icestorm resisted the urge to whip around and give him a furious stare. It would do no good now, though the silly tom should watch his step, Icestripe thought reproachfully. Suddenly, the tom stopped dead. A faint noise was coming from the base of a nearby tree. Neatly sinking into a hunting crouch, the tabby deputy inched toward it, as the rest of the patrol backed up quietly. A small brown mouse was nibbling an acorn sat with its back to him in front of a protruding oak root. Being careful to lift his tail up from the dried leaves, the CloudClan tom made sure each of his steps made as little impact as possible on the hard, cold ground.
Rank: Deputy
Gender: Tom
Age: 52 moons
Affiliation: CloudClan
Mentor/Apprentice: Not yet
Kin: Sandwhisker-mother-NP Stonefoot-father-NP
Volepaw-brother-deceased
Mate: Not yet
Appearance: Icestripe's base pelt color is a pale silver-gray, with darker gray stripes over it. His fur is slightly longer than average, but it looks longer because of the way it comes off his body; in long streams. His face is angular, but flat, with bold slate-colored stripes over his eyes and on his forehead. His tall ears stand almost always erect on his head. Icestripe's body is almost masculine stereotypical; big muscles in the chest and legs, a tightened stomach, and a long sweeping, thick-striped tail tail that could clear a snowdrift. Well, not really, but you get the picture. The stripes on his body are thinner; they ripple across his fur like tide lines. His belly is pale with only faint hints of a darker shade of gray. Icestripe's eyes finish up the image with a dark, piercing, sapphire gaze.
Personality: Icestripe is as cold as his name; rare is the cat who can get him to show emotion. He is logical, efficient, and almost emotionless. Even in battle he is as his name; coldly plotting how to take down his enemy before leaping into the fray. He will never make a rash or overreactive move; even when heavily criticized he stands his ground by arguing his points with logic and refusing to rise to any bait. He's not one for jokes, obviously; if you try to tease or laugh with him, he'll just stare at you haughtily and walk away. The only cats he holds equal with himself are the leader and medicine cat; no other senior warrior could possibly match him!
History: Even as a kit, Icestripe wasn't one for playing. While his brother Volekit would always be bouncing around and trying to get him to join in, he would be hesitant. What was the point? His brother looked silly as he ran around with a crazy grin on his face, he thought. Still, he liked Volekit and even though he rarely joined in his brother's games, they maintained an amicable relationship, each balancing the other. When they became apprentices, the link grew weaker, however. As he learned the ways of the warrior, Icestripe became more critical of his brother's frivolous attitude. The brothers trained as apprentices without incident for two moons, but then tragedy struck. Volepaw was killed by a marauding fox on a solo hunting mission.
Roleplay Example:
The gray deputy sniffed the air. Leaf-bare was coming, and the Clan needed as much fresh-kill as they could get. The rest of his patrol was scattered behind him, on the alert for the slightest sign of possible movement. They padded forward another few pawsteps, all senses tensed. A tom a foxlength back accidentally snapped a twig. Icestorm resisted the urge to whip around and give him a furious stare. It would do no good now, though the silly tom should watch his step, Icestripe thought reproachfully. Suddenly, the tom stopped dead. A faint noise was coming from the base of a nearby tree. Neatly sinking into a hunting crouch, the tabby deputy inched toward it, as the rest of the patrol backed up quietly. A small brown mouse was nibbling an acorn sat with its back to him in front of a protruding oak root. Being careful to lift his tail up from the dried leaves, the CloudClan tom made sure each of his steps made as little impact as possible on the hard, cold ground.