Post by Shadepelt on Jul 28, 2006 20:33:05 GMT -5
Display Name: Shadepelt
Characters:
Birchkit - StarClan
Twilightpaw - RiverClan
Winterpaw - RiverClan
Mystery - ShadowClan
Crescentkit - ShadowClan
Slagar - ThunderClan
Shadepelt - WindClan
Blackpaw - WindClan
Gender: Tom
Personality: Ice; when explaining a personality, it means cold-hearted, snappy, and generally someone who is not favored by many, someone who has no passion or respect for anyone but themselves. Hearted; in this case, 'hearted' is the ending of a compound word describing a mood, soul, or personality. 'Icehearted' would most likely bring to mind the picture of a mean, spiteful cat, perhaps an ex-clan cat that is now a loner, perhaps it has been banned for doing something treacherous? Well the people who think that are wrong. Never judge a cat by it's name, no matter how fearful or mean it may sound. In this case, 'Icehearted' is but a name, belonging to one of the most fair, just cats you could ever set eyes on.
If you ever came across this feline on a day of a fierce windstorm, complete with sleet and rain what would your eyes see? Let me paint you the following visual picture in that mind's eye of yours. A broad, yet determined smile would be spread across his strong jaw, a beam of sunlight to the soul, shining clear and bright against the dark clouds and pelting rain. Muscles and huge paws would be helping to repair anything that needed to be, and herding bouncy kits back toward their mothers in the nursery. The camp would be clear of any other cat, even the strongest warrior would be snug in it's den before this tom would even think about heading into cover. Not a friendly soul has been insulted or abused by Iceheart, only treated with respect, and if something they are doing is wrong, a stern reminder is what they receive. He respects and values all cats, and would most certainly put himself in the winding, dark path of death and destruction to save anycat from his clan. In battle, the ShadowClan deputy is a skilled and cunning fighter, yet only killing if need be. Strategic fighting moves can confuse even the most experienced fighter, and swift strikes can cut down an enemy like a beaver to a tree. In the heat of war, Iceheart doesn't see red pulsing through his vision, making him insane with deadly strength and power, but is always level-headed, thinking a move ahead of the rest. Battles arn't something that this tom would like to do regularly, but if he is sure that the opposing cats, or something else, are a threat to himself and the clan, then he will leap at them without hesitation.
Loyal to the death to the clan and the cats within it, especially the Leader, he is an ideal deputy, inside and out.
RP Example: The morning was a fine one. Silver tinted mist drifted upon the wet bogs, mingling with sloping shafts of sunbeam across leafy boughs of bushes, grasses, and the occasional small tree. Soft mosses, short grass and variegated flowers carpeted the ground, broken here and there by beds of fern and flowering nettles. The sun cast cloud shadows on the ground and across the greenery of the marshlands, fleecy clouds scudded across the sky on a warm, wafting breeze. The days of green-leaf were numbered now. The warm, soft air was starting to grow a bit of a crisp chill to it, and some leaves were already beginning to turn from all shades of green, to a brilliant display of golds, reds, oranges; a simple bush would turn into what seemed like a marvelous flame, edges of the fire licking this way and that in the wind. The scurrying bodies of the prey would start to slowly shut down, and they would crawl into a hole and sleep out the harshest of leaf-bare. Kits would have to be looked after even more carefully, for when exposed to the cold, it could be the start to a slow, painful death of freezing. To help prevent that from occurring, the Medicine Cats should be gathering up herbs while they still can; they needed to be prepared for the worst to happen, leaf-bare is a tricky season to deal with.
All of these thoughts and fears raced swiftly through Iceheart's mind, and he tried to wrap his brain around them all, which wasn't an easy task. He had started to wander through ShadowClan's territory, over hills and through bogs, around tree and bush, until he finally stopped. Before him lay the long, wide black stripe staining the earth, a terror to all cats, young and old. The Thunderpath. Wide, icy blue eyes narrowed to worried slits, this had brought about a whole new world of problems! Shaking his large, finely chiseled head, and blinking once, he turned swiftly around and began to lope back to camp. Huge body moving fluidly over the earth, large muscles all moving as one, back and forward in tune with his easy stride. Long limbs stretched to provide a longer stride, colossal paws thumping silently on contact with the ground. His long, whip-like tail was held out like a rudder, and wide neck lowered, now perfectly aerodynamic. Lean body began to drive his own limbs forward, causing a crescendo in speed as the camp came into sight. Nothing more then a streak across the horizon, churning muscles began to ooze down to a slower pace, until he finally stopped. Silver-white pelt flattened against his well toned body, Iceheart began to walk into camp, flattening himself to get through the tunnel of brambles. A wide grin spread over his strong and distinctive jaw, he continued to move toward the center of camp, large ice-like eyes scanning for any signs of trouble. The apprentice den was empty, but they would all be out training or helping the elders. The warrior's den was also vacant, but of course they would all be out doing their duties. After a complete look-over of the camp, everything seemed to be in order, as it should be. A complaining rumble deep inside his stomach reminded the tom that he hadn't eaten all day. Moving smoothly over toward the fresh-kill pile, he stopped before he even reached down to get a piece of succulent meat, It looks a bit empty.
The minuscule pile didn't look good under this cat's standards, and he swiftly turned his head toward the Leader's den, and large ears pricked. The silver-white tom trotted toward the den, preparing to ask if he could organize a hunting patrol.
A warm, tickling feeling shot up his spine, making blue orbs close with delight. No, it was not the sun that caused this phenomenon of feeling, it was the feeling of being home, having a home, and having family.
Yes, this truly was home.
Why you should get this character: Well, there are several reasons why I think I should get this character. First of all, I'm pretty sure I can RP well, for I have been here for awhile now, and have had all my characters accepted fairly quickly. I'm good with the more important roles, I do have an accepted Medicine Cat on WCLW. Also, I am on lots of the time, and I will be on in the school year as well.
We also need a ShadowClan deputy, so I think I'm a pretty good choice for the role.
Thankees guys, and please take me into consideration!
-Shadeh
Yay! I got it to work! -shimmies-
