Frosttail

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Name: Frosttail
Rank: Warrior
Clan:IslandClan
Age:38 moons

Personality: Icetail is a fair and just cat, though she will be harsh when needed. At times she is very sweet, but can turn into the meanest cat if needed. She secretly has a soft spot for kits, and hopes to have her own one day. She is a bit reserved, but once you know her, she is outgoing and loves to have fun. As much as she likes to have fun, she knows when it's gone too far and stops. She is wise behind her years, and looks at people with knowing eyes. She has a talent of deceiving cats, and that could come in handy some day. She loves to hunt and fight, and is actually quite skilled. She always puts her clan in front of all, willing to give her life for it. If she loses in battle, she blames no one but herself. She is energetic, and can run through the forest all day. She often gets mad, and goes for runs like these to burn of her energy and anger. She is very smart, not fighting to kill, to defend herself and her clan. In truth, she doesn't exactly have a passion for killing, but will do anything for her clan. If she can avoid killing, she does.
Appearance: She has a silvery white pelt that shimmers in light. It is long and thick, perfect for the life of an IslandClan cat. She depends more on stealth to cover her. She is a small, light cat, very athletic. She has powerful hind legs for jumping. Under her fur ripples hard muscle. Her pare smaller than others, but contribute to her agility. Her ears are small and round. Her tail is about as long as her body. She has amber colored eyes, that can pierce you to the very core.
History: Her history is not a very happy one, as she was born as a rouge. Her mother was a rouge who bred with some kittypet. Under a old wooden shed she was born, along with two others, who both died at birth. His mother nursed her, and cared for her, but her milk slowly ran dry. It was the middle of leaf-bare, and it was getting colder every night. Her mother ran off to catch something to eat, when a large blizzard hit. Mewing like the kit she was, he ran away from the shed, frightened. She ran and ran, until she stumbled upon IslandClan territory. Unkowing that IslandClan lived there, she sheltered under some brambles. A patrol was fighting it's way back to camp, and stumbled upon her. She backed away, frightened. They coaxed her out, and brought her to camp, where she sheltered. They took her in, and cared for her. Thats where she got her name, Frosttail, as her tail was covered in frost. Every so often, she will have dreams of her mother, remembering her soft warm fur, and wondering what ever became of her. She knew she wasn't supposed to like rouges, but she hoped her mother had survived and lived on.

Role play Sample: Frosttail ran through the forest, paws skidding along the ice that covered the ground. Her tail streaked out behind her, her eyes focused on one thing. Prey. The voles was just out of paw-reach, when it swerved and ducked into a hole. Angrily Frosttail stamped at the hole, wishing it would come out. After a minute of this, she went off, crouched into a hunters position. Ears swiveling, she searched for any sign of prey. She looked up as a thrush chattered in the tree above her. She started to climb, leaping from one branch to the other, until she was even with it. It still oblivious to her, she pounced, killing it in her jaws with a swift bite. She leaped onto the frozen ground below her, her prize displayed proudly in her jaws. She found a patch of soft ground she buried it.

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An hour later, she carried the thrush and two voles in her mouth back to camp. She dropped her catch on the slowly growing fresh-prey pile, before picking out a mice to eat. She carried it out to a small bush, where she laid down to eat. Hungrily digging into the mouse, she quickly finished it off.
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