Post by icethefeylord on May 21, 2012 21:50:21 GMT -5
STORMCLAN
Icestream is a lithe white tom with long fur and large, soft green eyes. His voice is slightly feminine, and his muscles soft.
His mind floats gently through subjects like a downy feather on the breeze. Ice is a flighty-minded tom, prone to bouts of absent-mindedness. He walks in much the same way his mind wanders: even-paced, wandering steps that, though they seem purposeless, tend to bring Ice to exactly where he wanted to go. In fact, if only Ice were able to concentrate better, he might be known as one of the most brilliant minds in the Court. His emotions are light, slow-witted things. He is slow to anger and sadness, prone to happiness and brief in his annoyances. Love is no strange creature to him; Ice adores the feeling of love, which is why he tries to be as close to his friends and kin as possible.
The second title he sports, "the Fey," was given to him after he became a part of the Court by the Ladies of said court. They adored him for his dreamy demeanor and whimsical manner of speaking. He's accidentally broken the hearts of several she-cats with his sexual preferences. Ice, unlike most toms, does not find beauty in the forms of females. Toms are what his heart desires.
The second title he sports, "the Fey," was given to him after he became a part of the Court by the Ladies of said court. They adored him for his dreamy demeanor and whimsical manner of speaking. He's accidentally broken the hearts of several she-cats with his sexual preferences. Ice, unlike most toms, does not find beauty in the forms of females. Toms are what his heart desires.
Ice was born to a pair of Tainted hunters. He was expected to be swift, focused, and efficient. Instead, Hail and Hoar found that their only son constantly had his head in the clouds. They hoped that he would grow out of it and become the strong, keen hunter that he was meant to be.
His parents were very disappointed, as he showed no signs of shaping into the son they wanted him to be. Ice still had a penchant for wandering aimlessly, head in the clouds. The tom had nearly been caught on royal grounds multiple times, and Hail began to fear for his life. Hoar, on the other paw, began to physically discipline his son.
Meanwhile, Ice's sisters were discovering themselves. Frost was a delicate girl, disdainful of getting her paws dirty. She envied the royal Ladies their leisure time and ability to avoid soiling their beautiful fur. The she-cat just wanted to find a mate and spend her time in camp with kits, if she couldn't be royal.
Snow, on the other paw, had made a rather startling discovery. She thought more and more that toms were rather odd looking with their bulk and mass. She-cats were much prettier to Ice's sister; Snow loved the company of her own gender and found true beauty in them.
She shared this secret with her brother, who admitted to feeling the same way about toms. Their sister, though straight, supported her siblings. Frost's logic was that they balanced each other out, so that there were still two who preferred toms, and one who felt for she-cats.
Frost's beauty snagged her a suitor not long after her tenth moon. She and Scree were mated soon after.
That year's Bloodfest included Scree. The family was horrified that the newly mated pair must be separated so soon. They hoped and hoped and waited to hear of Scree's fate. As time passed and his name was not amongst the fallen, their hope grew.
Finally, the winner of the Bloodfest was announced. Scree had barely managed to emerge victorious, but the winner he remained. The tom was given the high honor of being knighted into Duke Sithis's service. His new station elevated Frost to the Lady she'd always wanted to be, and dragged her siblings up with her. Their parents were left behind, and happily so. Hail and Hoar detested the Court and the associated mannerisms.
Newly a Lord, Ice found himself surrounded by she-cats enamored by the novelty of a once-Tainted hunter amongst them. One she-cat became particularly enamored of him, and was furious at his gentle rejection. She spat venom and named him "Ice the Fey" for his dreamy demeanor and romantic preferences.
How he survived the war without being touched or killed. He credits the wind and the words it whispered to him. It is suspected that the voices of the wind originate from StarClan, but that remains to be seen. After all, the Kingdom's cats were never seen as the most sane. One truly must pity StormClan for the tom's presence.
His parents were very disappointed, as he showed no signs of shaping into the son they wanted him to be. Ice still had a penchant for wandering aimlessly, head in the clouds. The tom had nearly been caught on royal grounds multiple times, and Hail began to fear for his life. Hoar, on the other paw, began to physically discipline his son.
Meanwhile, Ice's sisters were discovering themselves. Frost was a delicate girl, disdainful of getting her paws dirty. She envied the royal Ladies their leisure time and ability to avoid soiling their beautiful fur. The she-cat just wanted to find a mate and spend her time in camp with kits, if she couldn't be royal.
Snow, on the other paw, had made a rather startling discovery. She thought more and more that toms were rather odd looking with their bulk and mass. She-cats were much prettier to Ice's sister; Snow loved the company of her own gender and found true beauty in them.
She shared this secret with her brother, who admitted to feeling the same way about toms. Their sister, though straight, supported her siblings. Frost's logic was that they balanced each other out, so that there were still two who preferred toms, and one who felt for she-cats.
Frost's beauty snagged her a suitor not long after her tenth moon. She and Scree were mated soon after.
That year's Bloodfest included Scree. The family was horrified that the newly mated pair must be separated so soon. They hoped and hoped and waited to hear of Scree's fate. As time passed and his name was not amongst the fallen, their hope grew.
Finally, the winner of the Bloodfest was announced. Scree had barely managed to emerge victorious, but the winner he remained. The tom was given the high honor of being knighted into Duke Sithis's service. His new station elevated Frost to the Lady she'd always wanted to be, and dragged her siblings up with her. Their parents were left behind, and happily so. Hail and Hoar detested the Court and the associated mannerisms.
Newly a Lord, Ice found himself surrounded by she-cats enamored by the novelty of a once-Tainted hunter amongst them. One she-cat became particularly enamored of him, and was furious at his gentle rejection. She spat venom and named him "Ice the Fey" for his dreamy demeanor and romantic preferences.
How he survived the war without being touched or killed. He credits the wind and the words it whispered to him. It is suspected that the voices of the wind originate from StarClan, but that remains to be seen. After all, the Kingdom's cats were never seen as the most sane. One truly must pity StormClan for the tom's presence.
by Kin
