Icepelt//Icestar??

[Bluebird]

Name://Icepelt or Icestar if accepted as the leader of Smokeclan.
Clan:// Smokeclan
Gender:// Tom
Moons:// 34 moons



Overview of Pelt:// An average sized tom with a black and white patched pelt.

Full Pelt:// Icepelt is an extremely ordinary cat. He is not bigger or smaller than the other felines, and really has no special qualities. But maybe, if you have such an ordinary being, they can do extraordinary things. Icepelt has a coat very similar to Tallstar's, it is black with white patches here and there, another name for his pelt coloring is a tuxedo cat. He has a lithe form and his movements are fluid.

Icepelt's eyes are divine. They are an icy blue, hence his name, and they glow like sapphires in the night. Icepelt has short fangs and claws, yet they are wickedly sharp and could slice through about anything. Icepelt's tail is his most expressive feature on his body. He uses it often to show his emotions. When he is sad it drops and drags, if annoyed it swings and twitches, when happy or proud you can always catch it up and out.

Personality:// He has a very sweet disposition and is extremely loyal to friends. Although he can be stubborn especially when the issue intertwines with his morales. He is somewhat quiet and reserved, but once he makes a friend he is a friend for life. Although caring Icepelt has a grumpy and impatient streak. When he wants to he can fire back flaming sentences at a drop of a hat.

Icepelt's favorite pastime is hunting with a friend or alone. He is also a decent tracker. He wants to do what is best for the clan, and is ready for anything. He is a somewhat proud cat, although not very vain, Icepelt doesn't like it when he is made a fool. If he is, he will fight back with a retort either with words or if need be fangs. He doesn't like fighting and thinks it is a useless waste of energy, but he also understands that it is the only way sometimes to get a message across.

History:// Icepelt has a sad history. He was born into another clan, as an only kit in the middle of leaf bare. His mother and father were both starving trying to look for food as the cats around him perished from starvation. But finally they made it, both his parents were still alive by spring. Things got better as he became an apprentice. His father was the deputy, and Icepelt looked up to him and wanted to follow in his paw steps.

Then on a fateful day his father went out on a patrol, and never came back. Two days later a group of warriors carried back to camp the mutilated body that was once Icepelt's father. He had fallen prey to a monster, and had the tire marks to prove it. Icepelt was distraught but continued his training and was soon named warrior. Then on the night of his vigil a fire broke out. It rushed through the camp killing most everything and everyone in it's path. Since Icepelt was already awake he tried in vain to rescue all the cats, but alas could only save two, who later died of smoke damage.

Icepelt was a loner for about a year and a half before stumbling onto this new territory. He fell in love with the territory know as Breezeclan, and then desperatly tried to get into the clan, once accepted he worked in vain to prove himself. Icepelt didn't want what happened to all his other family to happen to his new one. So he took care of the clan like kin, and it was soon to pay off.

In Character Example://

OOC: This was a post of mine from a site that shut down not to long ago. I hope this is Okay, if not then I will gladly fix it!


IC: Let Time Float By....

The end of green leaf was approaching. Thankfully the twoleggeds have been foiled and Boulderclan is saved....or are they? Can the reigning tyrant be stopped? Unlikely but maybe a new birth can give a new light on the subject. As Magnolia sit in her den with Wildface at her side she knew that time was of the essence. She had been in labor for about 3 hours. Yet not a single kit produced. She strained and beads of sweat rolled gently from her exhausted brow. Could she carry on? She was growing weaker and weaker as she struggled to bring life into the lifeless wasteland that cats know as Boulderclan. The sun was setting as dusk made the birds hush and the rodents burrow. The setting sun cast a pink miracle in the sky as it made its way into the horizon. “Come on Magnolia. You can do it! Just a little more don't stop now!” Wildface's encouraging words were forced and sounded dry as they passed through her muzzle. Never the less Maggie strained and pushed harder and finally relief a kitten was brought into the cool, harsh world. A smoky gray long haired ball popped out of Magnolia. She stared at it for long seconds. Finally she groomed it and cleaned it up. Another kit was on the way and Magnolia prepared herself as she continued to give birth.

It wasn't good enough. Silence swept over the sorrowful camp as the news spread like a fire on dry grass. Three new lives took the place of one old one. Magnolia's limp, bloody body was dragged away out of camp by a throughly distraught Mack. His life was officially ruined. What else could he live for...the kits. The kits that took his love away! How could he love such creatures of hell! They killed her! He hated them with a passion that ran deep through his veins as he finished the burial. Padding back to camp he watched as a sullen Smokepaw left the quiet mourning camp. He had hunting duty. Mack padded back not looking forward to what he faced. He did not want to see the demons so he veered right and crawled into the warrior's den. As he dreamed he recalled that day when he became a respected cat in Boulderclan. The day he saved them all. Once he told Darkstar of how to stop the twolegeds he was in full command. The patrol set out and soon came to the docked vessels. Mack circled them as he conjured up a devious plan. He saw an oil tank that resembled the one on the train that crossed through St. Marcos. He slashed the rusted metal with his claws. It broke easily. Then as a disgusting, liquid gushed out of the barrel he moved onto the engine. Once the engine was vanquished it was done. He looked at his handy work with pride. The twolegeds haven't returned since.

Three kits. That is what Magnolia had produced. Strong and healthy they climbed over one another trying to get to a mother that would never be there. What could they do? Boulderclan didn't have any other queens at the time and it was hard for a non nursing she cat to produce milk. Even so Snowdrift was assigned to the kits. She took the job with honor and promised to Mack that she would take good care of the scraps. She didn't get much thanks. As the days grew on she learned the kit's personality's and strengths and weaknesses and she also gave them each a name. The first born, brave and ruthless the gray image of his father. As dusk fell and darkness coated the land his pelt disappeared and he became a phantom. Rightly daubed the first born was Phantomkit. Second was an enthusiastic over the top she cat. She meowed in protest at everything and always wanted her way. Loudkit is what she became. Lastly was a kit who was quiet and shy. He didn't stand up to his siblings but had a kind nature. For this he was named Mousekit. Together they made up a handful for Boulderclan, but the clan was proud to have them. All except for Darkstar. He had grown more evil every day and now had an extreme dislike for the non clan born brood. He watched in disgust as the kits were fawned over and loved on. Envy sparked inside the dictator and it only pressed his paws in the direction down the road to a completely unstoppable path.

.........as the days fall shorter and the darkness grows.

Password:// Starshine
Other:// I would really like to become the Smokeclan leader!

[-[ tansaliee ]-]

hmmm... I'm not sure if I can accept leaders. I'll just accept this, if I can't Ember, just tell me.

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[Bluebird]

THANK YOU!!!