Icepath-new Shadowclan

[Aurora]

ICEPATH
warrior of the new shadowclan

Age:34 moons
Gender:female
Rank:Deputy

Appearance:

Icepath is a lanky girl with a heavyset frame. She is a white maine coon with long fur. On her face is a slab of blue fur, as is on her back and one spot on her paw. On her tail she has seven gray coon rings. The blue is slightly darker than gray, a murky color one could almost call the same color as russian blues. Her eyes are blue, though her eye surrounded by white fur has a slight pinkish hue. Her muzzle is long and her eyes are large. She almost looks wolfish, but not.

Personality:

Icepath tends to be a silent watcher. She can take in a surprising amount of information, and she doesn't easily forget. She isn't that eager to find a true mate, though she's had some flirting trips with loners. She wishes Shadowclan was how the ancient Shadowclanners used to be. Dark, silent stalkers with sinister ideas. She is ambitious and wants to lead the clan some day, which will happen eventually since her best friend, Catalystshadow, chose her as deputy.

History:

Icepath was born to a huge Maine Coon tom, Bloodgape, and a large Maine Coon queen named Domebrow. Icepath loved to play with her younger friend, Catalystshadow. Icepath grew apart from her mother and father, and one day she received the news that Domebrow killed by a dog. She's feared dogs since then, to the point that if she saw one, she would freak out. She distrusts cats of other clans, since one attacked her when she was out hunting during her apprenticeship. Out of nowhere, a Thunderclanner attacked her. It wasn't even on Thunderclan ground. She fought off the Thunderclanner. When she was captured by the humans, she nearly died, and was cared for until she was better. She was released into the new Shadowclan, but since she'd always loved looking at mountains, she was happy with the new landscape.

RP Sample:

The six month old she-dog trudged through the rain, in no real direction. The pup had opened her tail wound again, and though it had scabbed over after that she'd still lost enough blood to feel woozy and weak. Her white and blue-merle fur was plastered to her sides with mud and muck, and she felt like a million dollars- really. Her bright blue eyes, dull with pain and emotion, glanced around as she took in her surroundings. Ahead was a long black thing with a harsh, sickening scent to it. As she laid paws on it, she could feel the earth rumbling beneath her paws. She limped forward, even though she didn't need to limp, not looking anywhere except at her paws. A rush of air hit her and even though she half didn't want to, she sped up and darted onto the grass, a monster rushing past behind her. She turned to stare at it, her eyesight continually worsening as she stood there, in emotional as well as physical pain. She lay down, and covered her eyes with her paws.

Eventually, as all live dogs do, she woke and stood up. She decided to check what was around again. To her right was a white picket fence, and beyond it she could see a large fenced off area. Even through the rain she could scent the damp, rank odor of sheep. She had no clue what it was, but she didn't really care at the moment. In the distance she could see something big and red.

All she could think about was Sepsis. How he'd just been lying there... dead. Gone. So many times in the last hour had that work repeated in her mind she had no way of controlling it, and she'd burst out in a painful howl and run out all the way here. She probably wouldn't have found her way back if she'd tried, or if she'd wanted to. Not in this weather. Maybe she could after it, when the shock wore away.

But right now, she was still in shock, though it was ebbing away. Her instincts had taken her towards this area. For no reason that she could tell. Her body had thrown her into an early heat to try to make up for the pain she felt. She was old enough to bear pups, but most dogs her size entered heat two months beyond how old she was. Was it two months or a month? She couldn't tell, and she couldn't really remember. The husky-sized pup limped forward and lay down by one of the fenceposts, trying to keep herself warm even though her body was shivering.

She could still see Sepsis's face.

And the faces of the pups she thought she would have had with him.

Other:

[Neruka.]

Accepted!