Icepaw//MoonClan

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Name: Icepaw
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Shecat
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: MoonClan
Breed: American shorthair X ?
Personality:

Icepaw is loyal, sweet, calm, gentle, and very sensitive. At first glance, she may seem like the perfect cat to anybody, but if you know her better, she can be stubborn at times but means no harm. She always tries her best and will never give up, even if it costs her her life. Unlike other kits, Icepaw had never had dreamed of becoming leader or even a warrior. She just hopes to lead a peaceful life of a medicine cat and tries to stay away from battle or disagreement. Because of her gentle personality, Icepaw prefers to be more of a follower than a leader and always do what others say, unless she thinks that it is wrong. She can easily understand other's feelings, and can see the good in every cat no matter what other cats think of them. She believes that nobody is perfect and nobody is all bad, either. Icepaw really hopes to become a medicine cat when she grows up and help her clan to the best of her abilities by healing, not fighting.

Apperance:

Icepaw's fur is a clear, pure white colour with no other colours mixed in it. It is sleek and smooth but a bit ruffled in the chest area. Even thought it is short, it sticks close to her body which is useful to help Icepaw run faster. She has a small, delicate build and a long graceful tail. Her coat provides a great camouflage in leaf bare, but stands out a lot during the other seasons. In strong sunlight, the tips of the fur glow a extremely light shade of blue which gives it a slightly translucent look. When you first look at her, the first thing that you'll notice are her big, pale blue eyes. They are so light that they seem to melt into her coat, but they never seem to have any life in them. Most cats mistake Icepaw for a mysterious, quiet cat when they first meet her but then they realize that she can be sweet and sensitive too. Like her eyes, Icepaw's ears are even a bit bigger and has soft pink fur poking out of it. The hair down her back are silky and soft too.

History:

When she was just a small kit, Icepaw's parents abandoned her at the edge of the MoonClan territory in Leaf bare. Icekit was cold and hungry so she started to wail. A passing MoonClan patrol heard her desperate cries so they took her to the camp. A MoonClan queen agreed to take care of her when she saw the tiny scrap of fur, but the other kits refused to play with her because she wasn't a clan cat. After that, Icekit was determined to fit in and always tried her best. Finally, the other cats have learned to accept Icepaw and other than that, Icepaw has a pretty normal life. She doesn't blame her parents for abandoning her because she knows that they won't unless something happened. She hopes to meet them one day.

RPG Example:

This will be quite long so be prepared... ^.~

The frosty leaf-bare wind blew across the rivers and streams, and the sky was as grey as Icekit's heart. Her parents have abandoned her beside the lakes, leaving her on the frozen ground in the middle of leaf-bare. Nobody to take care of her. Am I going to die? The small kit was not going to give up and she was not going to stay here until she died. She wailed as loud as she can in hopes of someone hearing her. She tried again, this time louder and her tiny paws scraped against the ground as she desperately to find a bit of warmth. Nobody was coming. The tiny white she-cat laid there, limp. She had given up the battle for survival, and whimpered, ready to be buried in the upcoming snowfall.

The MoonClan patrol walked along the boundary while renewing the markers. The proud warrior's heads were held high and they tried to not show any signs of their clan struggling in the harsh leaf-bare. The wind was harsh and the clans fought for just a small scrap of prey. All of the clans lost some cats and they were trying to get more kits, even though this meant less prey for the warriors and leader. One cat fell behind the group and started to scent the air for any signs of prey. Then he heard a small sound of a mouse scurrying, and so the massive tom dropped into a hunting crouch. He skillfully closed up on the mouse and waited for the right moment and swiped a forepaw at the creature, and it hit cleanly on the throat. It was small, but good enough. Then his ears perked up and strained to hear a sound. It was the faint sound of a wail of a kit. He quickly signaled the other cats to follow him, and stalked to where the noise was coming from. They found a limp body of a white kit lying on the border and was about to bury it until they heard one last desperate whimper coming from the kit. The leader of the patrol nodded his head briefly before picking up the small scrap of fur and rushing back to camp.

The air was crisp, but the fresh kill pile even smaller than last sunrise. A brown queen padded out of the nursery and let out a sigh after seeing the pitiful pile, or just 3 tiny shrew and 1 scrawny mouse lying in there. She quickly padded over to it and picked up a shrew. Even though it was tiny, the creature was the biggest prey in the pile and she needed to eat more in order to keep her milk up. The she-cat took a few small bites before settling down next to her kits and let them feed. She then heard the sound of an approaching patrol, and looked up hopefully to see if they brought back more prey. Her brown ears drooped when she noticed only a small mouse in their jaws. Surprisingly, the patrol didn't drop the mouse in the pile, but instead the leader hurried over to the medicine cat and the queen watched them exchange a few words. One of them must have gotten hurt, they're so careless. She thought. She was startled when one of them seem to pad over to her, and lifted her head to see them drop a small bundle of white fur. "We found this kit on the border of our territory. It seems to be abandoned by it's parents, and needs someone to take care of her until she becomes an apprentice. Can you help us?" The brown she-cat hesitated for a moment. As much as she hated non-clan cats, she couldn't just ignore the small she-cat that was lying in front of her. It seems like it needed milk, fast. "Fine, I'll help it, but don't expect me to feed less to my kits just because it showed up.

Icekit watched silently in the shadows while the other kits played. It has already been 4 moons since she came, and none of the kits, or even cats have accepted her. They would just ignore her whenever she came to them or mutter "You don't belong here. Everyday Icekit would try to do the best that she can to let the other cats know that she can be a clan cat too, and was fascinated by the medicine cat's den. There was so many herbs there and if she became a medicine cat, then maybe the other cats can accept her! Icekit tried hard to memorize the herbs when she sees Boneash treat the cats, and would try to find many excuses just to go into the den. The small kit often dreamed of what it was like to become a medicine cat and to treat the other cats.

From where?:
Warrior Name: Icedrop or Icepool (If medicine cat)
Crush: None... yet

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Accepted!