Icestorm - ThicketClan Deputy

[Nikki]

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Name: Icestorm
Age: 23 moons
Gender: Tom
Desired Rank: Deputy
Desired Position: ThicketClan
Apprentice/Mentor: Mentor open.
Mate/Crush: None.
Kin: None.
Short Description: Stout and sturdy tom draped in a silver pelt. Bright amber eyes hold a fierce edge to them that may render someone behaving out of line into submission.
Appearance:

Icestorm's frame is squat, in a way, since height is not his strong point. His length is somewhere around average, the majority of such being his excessively long tail. Rippling underneath his tabby fur, however, are a layer of thick muscles he has managed to build up over the course of his clan-life.

The fur that wreathes his frame is pretty short, only an inch to four inches in length, which isn't all too long. It's enough to be short, yet enough to be comfortable in almost any weather. The base is a soft, icy silver (Which, clearly, is where his name is from!) with a deeper, darker spotted tabby pattern following the length of his body. A pale underbelly marks the end of his monotone coat; this shade cradles his head, lies underneath his neck, splashes along his tummy, and then sifts though the majority of the areas on his tail that aren't touched by the dark tabby markings.

Personality:

This tom is known to be rather frigid, which is why he was awarded with storm to be the suffix of his name. A storm knows no mercy, which could be said for this particular cat. Icestorm has an acid tongue, sarcasm often dripping from it as well as raw, unsoftened words.

In his mind, no one is too old or too high of rank to be verbally thwacked over the head to be put back in their place and a proper state of mind. He will even say reproachful words to the leader, if he believes it is place to do so. His harsh speaking is, of course, with good intention. Many find it difficult to believe such a thing when spoken to in this manner, however.

Despite his sharp tongue, he is fiercely loyal. It would seem like the Warrior code is forever printed in his mind and he can remember any given point at any given time. That's only figurative, though, for it is doubtful anyone but an elder could recall things with such haste. Icestorm would happily die for his clan, as would any cat.

To compliment every other aspect of this cold tom's personality, is his fiery temper and short fuse. It doesn't take a lot to get under his skin, but he will try to keep a front of cool to avoid affronting someone in that regard. (In such a situation, his tone will give way to the irritation, but he always sounds irritated...) If he is pressed much farther than he should be, Icestorm will sometimes lash out or he will have an angry outburst. Most, however, take great caution to avoid making him THAT angry.

Icestorm's tolerance varies, depending on the cat. If it is a kit or an apprentice, he will be firm and assertive, but will have a higher tolerance of them. If it is a warrior, he will be much more firm and severe. Conversely, he is greatly respectful to medicine cats and will oftentimes be less likely to become ill of tongue with them.

Underneath this iron-hard, five-foot-thick shell of pure fire that we like to call Icestorm's usual attitude, he is very much interested in the welfare of the clan. Many would think he enjoys having such a short fuse, and it makes his day to subordinate another, but it is quite the opposite. While he has no control over how he is, he does care very much for the clan and every occupant of it.

History:

The tom's history isn't very different from the average clan-born cat. He was born to Lilyheart and Rowanroot. Icestorm is the living, breathing, mobile replica of his father, with his mother's vivid eyes.

Lilyheart died during the Leaf-Bare of the year she borne her only son. Rowanroot, wrought with misery, eventually mourned himself to death, following his mate to her starry perch in StarClan. For a time, Icestorm -- Icepaw at this time -- was in shock and couldn't quite cope. In the wake of his misery and mourning, however, was the birth of new-found determination. His mother and father would want him to continue life, and would watch him from up above, effortlessly guiding him and cheering him on. With this state of mind, he clamped down on his apprenticeship and worked, trained, and learned with every moment he was awake.

He was eventually given his warrior name. His determination and unwavering spirit, however, did not die and he continued working to become the best that he could. Icestorm's focal point in life is to make himself something that anyone related to him would be proud of. But, along with that, he wants to be a warrior that HE is proud to be.

Icestorm's efforts in working hard finally rewarded him with becoming deputy. He was stunned to have become deputy, but received the rank would graciousness and humbleness.

(Only a part of his history, still trying to work out quirks in it and adding onto it as time goes on. xD)

IC:

Dawn was only rising, painting the sky with a beautiful gradient of pink and purple, blue slowly ebbing into the mix while black was draining out. The blanket of stars were slowly disappearing, Silverpelt receding; the only sign left of StarClan now was the faint silvery pattern woven into the sky, yet even that was beginning to become thread-bare.

The tom was already awake, despite the early hour, and his amber eyes were bright and active. Icestorm ruffled his tabbied fur and rose to his paws, sparing a stretch as he walked. "Up and at 'em," he drawled into the warrior's den before giving more orders, "I want Voleclaw, Sparrowtail, and Blackheart for a dawn patrol with me. Goldenleg, Thrushfeather, and Dawnwing: go on a hunting patrol. The fresh-kill pile is looking pretty low."

With that, he sat a few tail-lengths away from the den with his stature straight and authority emanating from his very form. It wasn't difficult to believe he was deputy.

Other:

He carries a slight, vague southern accent from time to time. :3 Or what one would like to call a 'southern accent'. Incidents of such are: replacing 'them' with 'em, 'him with 'im, and (less often than the others) 'there' with 'thar'.

[Kitty]

accepted. ;D i'll put your name and Icestorm's name on the table at the top. ^-^