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Starryo

Iceflower

23 moons

Shecat

Warrior, Perhaps Warrior

Iceflower is a ball of sunshine despite her name. She is always eager to help others and learn new things. For a cat, she is very selfless and dedicated, a bit too much in a way. She is also stubborn about her opinion and many times go out of the way to help others, often neglecting her own needs and always stands up for what she believes is right.

She isn't afraid to voice her opinion on the matter, unless it is truly something mouse brained that she had come up with.

She is thoughtful and observant, always trying to figure something out. She's quite the dreamer and sometimes even snap into short trances when she is deep in thought.

Iceflower can be quite sensitive and very self conscious, she takes what others say about her deeply and typically doesn't appreciate herself enough. She is humble, a bit too much that she is self-deprecating, always looking down on herself. She can also be very indecisive when she is put on the spot to choose between several options that look equal.

In a way, Iceflower is too nice for her own good.

The shecat can also be quite playful at the right times.

Iceflower is a silvery white tabby with white on her paws, tail tip, tips of ears and her muzzle, with tufts of fur growing at the end of both ears. Her fur length is moderate, a length in between short and a medium length, leaning more towards short but retained the silky feeling of a long haired cat. 

Iceflower has two bright blue eyes that hold depth and tends to show many of her hidden emotions.

She's a slender and lithe she cat that is just a tad smaller than the average cat, with a frame built for speed and agility. She holds a graceful posture that makes her seem a bit taller than her actual size.

Her tail is longer than an average cat, a gene that runs through her family.

Leafbare, snow, ice...

Frozen substance that currently wrapped the entirety of the forest in which Thistleclan lives like a warm, but cold, blanket. Soft snow drifted from above, the pale blue sky was dusted with grey. Silver feathers of clouds draped over the blue void, like curtains over the window as the sun climbed its way up, later than it does in greenleaf, as if it dreaded waking up to the cold weather of land.

Leafbare was her favorite season out of the four, yes, it was time of great difficulty for her clan, but the season she felt most comfortable in. The season of white was calm, peaceful, the end to all life that grew and blossomed during the other three seasons, the symbol of unpreventable death to everything they knew. It's the season of the cold, the only time that her silver white pelt melted perfectly into her surroundings.

Fluffy white snow fluttered from the sky, melting upon contact. There was no word in the world that she could use to even began to describe slow. It's such a delicate thing, something you probably wouldn't even notice if it didn't start piling up by the streets. It was almost like a being, each flake was unique, one out of hundreds, thousands, millions, a being you wouldn't even notice if they were all alone, invisible, silent. But once you let them come together, they are noticeable, they have a voice, they can stand up and change. For snow, it was the simple change in temperature, or a change of hunting grounds, imagine what a group of cats could change if they came together like snow...

She shook her head suddenly, clearing her thoughts. She was getting too deep into simple things again. She overthink things too much, it was both a gift and a curse. It was the reason why she could never listen to a scary story, yet the reason why she could stare at something plain and find meaning to it.

Iceflower blinked her wispy blue eyes a few times before she slinked further down into the frozen overgrowth. The air feels fresh under the cold air. There was a thin layer of mist amongst the trees, as if a cloud had floated into the forest. The breeze was in her favor, she was down wind from her prey, a hungry squirrel that had rose from its hideaway to find some food.

Its warm scent flooded her mind and her jaws watered. However, the clan came first. she has to hunt for the clan first before herself.

She silently moved forward, careful not to step on anything that could give her location away. It was so close, she knew that if she pounced now, there was no doubt that it had no chance to escape. She pent her hind legs before letting the energy loose, springing forward. Her jaw clamped tightly around the furry creature's neck, killing it in a swift bite. It was a but scrawny, but still more plump than an average prey in this kind of weather, she beamed happily at her luck today, quite proud of her successful kill.

A few tail lengths behind her though, she heard the sound of a loud rustle followed by several curses. By the scent and sound she could tell that it was Chivedust, her fellow warrior that she had been apprenticed together with, Iceflower's blue eyes blinked a few times before she padded over to see that the tom had frightened away a bird that he had no doubt been stalking. She could see that he had stepped on a dead leaf, an honest mistake that she herself have made countless times.

She wanted to say something but realized how silly she would sound with her mouthful of fur and her fresh kill. Not only that but it would not doubt make the warrior feel bad.

At that moment, or perhaps a few seconds before, a grey shecat appeared, Tansypaw. Iceflower stayed silent as the apprentice politely asked if she could join him and hunt. Tansypaw was quite a cat, Iceflower was quite fond of her for someone that didn't know her well.

She quickly dropped her squirrel and scrapped some snow over it before she padded closer. "Good day Tansypaw and Chivedust." She greeted kindly with a cheerfully tone. "Would you mind if I went hunting with the two of you as well? I'm fine by myself too, but some company does sound nice." She added the last sentence quickly, hoping that her request wasn't too sudden or made them feel as if they must let her join them or something.

Was she just overthinking it again?