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Icefur « Thread Started on Jul 16, 2005, 7:09pm »
Name: Icefur
Position: Warrior
Clan: DustClan
Gender: She-cat
Age: 12 moons
Picture: None
Physical Description: Icefur's pelt is a pure white, marred by her black paws and chest. Her eyes are a light blue color.
Personality: Icefur appers to be cheerful in even the most dire of situations, but the exterior does not show what you truely feel. She has a torrent of feelings that she never shows, her rouge mother finding that expressing yourself was a sign of weakness. Icefur tends to be taciturn because of this.
History: Most of Icefur's past is something of a secret, her mother having been a rouge and her father part of DustClan. She was torn between worlds until she finally decided to join her father's Clan. Her siblings stayed with her mother, though after a while Icefur yearned to converse with them again. She never made herself known in the Clan, staying in the shadows during meetings and a secluded corner in the apprentice's den. The origin of the first part of her name, ice, is unknown to her for her pelt doesn't lend it's self to being an icy color. After being made a warrior, Icefur servied her Clan tirelessly, trying to prove herself to everyone...or so she thought. In truth her motives of doing her best were to make herself feel needed, to make her feel a true part of the Clan. Only time will tell if she ever finds a purpose that will bind her to her Clan.
IC: Icefur padded over the dew soaked grass as the first rays of the rising sun struck her white pelt. Light blue gaze surveyed the clearing as she made her way to the fresk-kill pile, having not have eaten last night.
As she bit into a mouse her thoughts wandered to the silverpelt covered sky. If only she could live at ease as StarClan did, to wander through the heavens and expreiance things that not even medicine cats could foretell. She shook her head slightly as she realized the iorny in her thoght. She would meet with StarClan someday, why yearn for things that lay beyond the horizon?
Icefur got to her paws as she heard the sounds of the other members of the Clan awakening. It was a habit of hers to be one of the fist cats up. Meangering out of DustClan's camp, she made her way to the River's edge in need of quite to organise her once again rampaging thoughts before they got out of hand.
Ok, I'm not sure if I can accept this, due to that I'm not Swifty, but if I can, it would be accepted. But I'll talk to Swifty to come back to this site for awhile.