Post by !TiGER_ on Dec 15, 2008 17:55:58 GMT -5
name
Icecloud
home
RiverClan Oh, home sweet home
standing
Medicine cat Doin' my best
gender
She-cat You betcha I am
age
33 moons Old enough
relatives
Grayfern - Mother (deceased)
Bluetail - Father (deceased)
No mate, no kits.
Where have they all gone?
appearance
As her name implies, Icecloud is a light blue-gray cat with tabby markings solely on the blue-gray patches. Her chest, belly, front paws, and hind legs up to the hock are pure white; she has whiskers to match. Her pelt is sleek and shiny like the one sported by most RiverClanners, but it will quickly fluff up when she's alarmed. Icecloud is very small and not really wiry. Her physical strength--or lack thereof--is probably the main reason why she is a medicine cat. Her eyes are probably her least favorite feature about herself: they are a light, watery green and don't look particularly striking with her pelt. The ugly duckling who didn't turn out to be a swan
now
Icecloud could be said to be a cat who walks the borderline. She typically doesn't want to be included with the group but doesn't like to be excluded either. When cats approach her, she will either ignore them or force them off with an icy insult. But when they retreat, she will look jealously in their direction for a while before muttering something to herself and going back to her herbs. Also, she could be considered to be a hopeless romantic as well. Icecloud can't have a mate, due to her position as medicine cat, but she personally would like one and is on the lookout for the right tom. Her personality tends to repel most cats, especially toms who are looking for a date.
In terms of medicinal skill, Icecloud isn't a particularly gifted medicine cat but she isn't a terrible one either. She is mediocre at worst and good at best. So-so
then
Icecloud was born in RiverClan. When she was a kit, the former medicine cat, Barkfur, had a dream with Icekit sleeping in a bundle of catmint. He took that as a sign for her to take over his position. Icepaw was apprenticed to Barkfur and trained. Over this time, both of her parents died--one in a battle with ThunderClan and the other of greencough--and her heart was more or less hardened to pain and suffering. A medicine cat who does not feel for her patients
sample
Rain was falling. Icecloud lay out in the center of RiverClan's camp. Her sleek, waterproof pelt shed the water and it was slowly forming a puddle beside her. The fresh-kill pile, piled high with fish, stood not far away from her resting place. A trout atop the pile stared at the napping medicine cat with its unblinking eyes, but she did not take notice. The warm, green-leaf rain was pleasant...after all, what else would you expect from a cat of the water? Kind of short...oh well
extra
Speaks in gray.
code
Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup...like the orange juice I had for breakfast.
