Post by Unnamed on Jan 8, 2008 9:07:48 GMT -5
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«Icepaw»
Name: My curse. Icepaw/Iceclaw
Age: My days are numbered. 8 Moons
Rank: My own way of living. Apprentice
Clan: The blood within my veins. Nightclan
Physical Description: My breeding:
Icepaw is of many mixed breeds. His breedings goes so far back he even has Persian and Siamese within his bloodlines. But them breeds have been bred out and he is only a mere moggie. The lastest breed within his bloodlines is Russian Blues. His grandfather is the Russian Blue within his bloodlines, he use to be a kittypet that was bred for competitions. Thats how he has Russian Blue in his bloodlines and that also explains his deep blue pelt.
My pelt:
His coat hair is short and fine, silky smooth and easily kept. He has the blue/gray coloured pelt of a Russian Blue. His face is also the structure of a Russian Blue. No other color is marked upon his pelt. The only other colors are his eyes, paw pads, claws and whiskers. Paw pads are jet black and so are his whiskers, and his claws are pearly white.
My eyes:
He has piercing yellow eyes that can stab into any cat and scare them. They are very calculating for he can literally keep staring at a cat for hours on end until he has freaked them out. Normally his black pupils are slits but every now and then they look more oval.
My build:
He is a very large and muscular cat. Even though he is an apprentice he could easily fight off any warrior twice his age. He has an extremely long tail and really long claws that curve over his toes. Muscles bulge and roll off of his chest, legs, hid-quarters and back. He is big for his age, already the same size as a fully grown warrior. His claws are so long that if he was to walk in the snow you would be able to see the claw print as well.
Personality: My friends:
When Icepaw is with his friends he comes across as very intelligent and loyal. He can be wise and tell the most amazing information ever. He is never playful and will not show a playful side to him. He was named Ice because of his color but he also has a very icey personality.
My love:
He never plans on loving another cat for he fears he shall hurt them. He also finds it a sign of weakness that you would be showing a kinder and much more softer side to you. He hates looking like a big softie and hates the thought of having kits or even a love.
My family:
Towards his family he is very aggressive. He doesn't like or even trust his family. It could be due to his past when he was a kit but it may be because he finds them infuriating and slow. Also he appears loyal, wise and intelligent because his family never believed he would be good enough for NightClan.
My enemies:
He is very aggressive, territorial and belligerent towards enemies. He could easily out wit them with his intelligence. He is also very sly and mischievous, always having a trick up his sleeve to pull on his enemies.
History: Icekit:
He was the only one born in the litter and he was very weak and small. His mother and father believed he would be useless to the Clan and that he would die. His father gave up on him, never bothering to visit him as he felt ashamed that he had produced a weak kitten. His mother gave up on him but still kept him warm and fed. Once he was a few weeks old he started to grow and become more strong. He grew to twice his size and was now able to play with other kits in the nursery. His mother kept him close, telling him stories about death and betrayal all the time. His father visited one day and Icekit had no idea who he was so his mother told him. They sat him down and told him he was worthless and that he would be no good to the Clan. The told him he was weak and would die in his training. This didn't scare Icekit or even upset him but it scarred him mentally for now he feels he has to prove himself all the time. He has never forgiven his mother or father for what they said to him.
Icepaw:
It was then time for him to become an apprentice. He was now the size of a young warrior and had plenty of muscle that an older warrior should have. He was given his mentor and his leader told him he would go far in the Clan and one day prove that he is worthy enough to become a true warrior.
Role Play Example: The sun was rolling high in the great sapphire sky. The trees swayed side to side against the light warm breeze of green leaf. Baby birds chirped away in their nests and some birds even flocked here and there. Rabbits bobbed up and down every now and then, their mottled pelts hid them well amongst the grass. their tiny white tails were barely visible but were at the ready to warn nearby fellow friends. Does pranced through the woods with their young right next to them. Their spotted pelts clung to them, letting muscles bulge and move choppily down their legs.
Icepaw glanced around at all the scenery. Yellow eyes calculating the rabbits that had no yet seen him. He was merely sitting there, giving his chest fur a quick lick before looking back up at the rabbits. His ears twicthed backwards and forwards, listening to all the sounds around him. Parting his jaw he let all the scents flood into his mouth. Lowering himself to the ground, muscle tensed, bunching together and bulging. He crept slowly, nearer towards the young rabbits. His lenghty tail twicthed back and forth like a rattle snake. His eyes were focused, he was alert and ready to punce upon the helpless rabbit. Wiggling his haunches, he then propelled himself into the air. His claws were outstretched, claws extended as he pounced onto the startled rabbit. His teeth latched themselves firmly around the rabbits neck, quickly it quickly.
Once it stopped wiggling he rose to his paws. He carried the rabbit back to his mentor. Dropping it at his paws he looked at his mentor, who gave him a smile and a nod. Icepaw then started to dig up some of the mud so he could bury the rabbit and come back for it at the end of their hunting. His mentor knew he was good at hunting for Icepaw always calculated the situation first before acting. He always thought before he acted. In battle he was much different. He was belligerent and aggressive. He could easily kill his mentor if he put his heart and mind into it but his mentor was the only one who thought he had potential to do well in the Clan. Icepaw doubted himself. The memory of what his father said to him when he was a kit still floated into his mind.
Other: Other than he is a tom nope.
«Icepaw»
Name: My curse. Icepaw/Iceclaw
Age: My days are numbered. 8 Moons
Rank: My own way of living. Apprentice
Clan: The blood within my veins. Nightclan
Physical Description: My breeding:
Icepaw is of many mixed breeds. His breedings goes so far back he even has Persian and Siamese within his bloodlines. But them breeds have been bred out and he is only a mere moggie. The lastest breed within his bloodlines is Russian Blues. His grandfather is the Russian Blue within his bloodlines, he use to be a kittypet that was bred for competitions. Thats how he has Russian Blue in his bloodlines and that also explains his deep blue pelt.
My pelt:
His coat hair is short and fine, silky smooth and easily kept. He has the blue/gray coloured pelt of a Russian Blue. His face is also the structure of a Russian Blue. No other color is marked upon his pelt. The only other colors are his eyes, paw pads, claws and whiskers. Paw pads are jet black and so are his whiskers, and his claws are pearly white.
My eyes:
He has piercing yellow eyes that can stab into any cat and scare them. They are very calculating for he can literally keep staring at a cat for hours on end until he has freaked them out. Normally his black pupils are slits but every now and then they look more oval.
My build:
He is a very large and muscular cat. Even though he is an apprentice he could easily fight off any warrior twice his age. He has an extremely long tail and really long claws that curve over his toes. Muscles bulge and roll off of his chest, legs, hid-quarters and back. He is big for his age, already the same size as a fully grown warrior. His claws are so long that if he was to walk in the snow you would be able to see the claw print as well.
Personality: My friends:
When Icepaw is with his friends he comes across as very intelligent and loyal. He can be wise and tell the most amazing information ever. He is never playful and will not show a playful side to him. He was named Ice because of his color but he also has a very icey personality.
My love:
He never plans on loving another cat for he fears he shall hurt them. He also finds it a sign of weakness that you would be showing a kinder and much more softer side to you. He hates looking like a big softie and hates the thought of having kits or even a love.
My family:
Towards his family he is very aggressive. He doesn't like or even trust his family. It could be due to his past when he was a kit but it may be because he finds them infuriating and slow. Also he appears loyal, wise and intelligent because his family never believed he would be good enough for NightClan.
My enemies:
He is very aggressive, territorial and belligerent towards enemies. He could easily out wit them with his intelligence. He is also very sly and mischievous, always having a trick up his sleeve to pull on his enemies.
History: Icekit:
He was the only one born in the litter and he was very weak and small. His mother and father believed he would be useless to the Clan and that he would die. His father gave up on him, never bothering to visit him as he felt ashamed that he had produced a weak kitten. His mother gave up on him but still kept him warm and fed. Once he was a few weeks old he started to grow and become more strong. He grew to twice his size and was now able to play with other kits in the nursery. His mother kept him close, telling him stories about death and betrayal all the time. His father visited one day and Icekit had no idea who he was so his mother told him. They sat him down and told him he was worthless and that he would be no good to the Clan. The told him he was weak and would die in his training. This didn't scare Icekit or even upset him but it scarred him mentally for now he feels he has to prove himself all the time. He has never forgiven his mother or father for what they said to him.
Icepaw:
It was then time for him to become an apprentice. He was now the size of a young warrior and had plenty of muscle that an older warrior should have. He was given his mentor and his leader told him he would go far in the Clan and one day prove that he is worthy enough to become a true warrior.
Role Play Example: The sun was rolling high in the great sapphire sky. The trees swayed side to side against the light warm breeze of green leaf. Baby birds chirped away in their nests and some birds even flocked here and there. Rabbits bobbed up and down every now and then, their mottled pelts hid them well amongst the grass. their tiny white tails were barely visible but were at the ready to warn nearby fellow friends. Does pranced through the woods with their young right next to them. Their spotted pelts clung to them, letting muscles bulge and move choppily down their legs.
Icepaw glanced around at all the scenery. Yellow eyes calculating the rabbits that had no yet seen him. He was merely sitting there, giving his chest fur a quick lick before looking back up at the rabbits. His ears twicthed backwards and forwards, listening to all the sounds around him. Parting his jaw he let all the scents flood into his mouth. Lowering himself to the ground, muscle tensed, bunching together and bulging. He crept slowly, nearer towards the young rabbits. His lenghty tail twicthed back and forth like a rattle snake. His eyes were focused, he was alert and ready to punce upon the helpless rabbit. Wiggling his haunches, he then propelled himself into the air. His claws were outstretched, claws extended as he pounced onto the startled rabbit. His teeth latched themselves firmly around the rabbits neck, quickly it quickly.
Once it stopped wiggling he rose to his paws. He carried the rabbit back to his mentor. Dropping it at his paws he looked at his mentor, who gave him a smile and a nod. Icepaw then started to dig up some of the mud so he could bury the rabbit and come back for it at the end of their hunting. His mentor knew he was good at hunting for Icepaw always calculated the situation first before acting. He always thought before he acted. In battle he was much different. He was belligerent and aggressive. He could easily kill his mentor if he put his heart and mind into it but his mentor was the only one who thought he had potential to do well in the Clan. Icepaw doubted himself. The memory of what his father said to him when he was a kit still floated into his mind.
Other: Other than he is a tom nope.
Icepaw
