Post by icey on Apr 6, 2011 20:51:38 GMT -5
OTHER ACCOUNTS:
The names of each of your other cats.
QUICK DESCRIPTION:
Icepelt is a stunning, lean, tall and long-legged tom. His pelt a dark blue and gray color, gives much resemblance to a "Russian Blue." Defined against his gray stature are his pale green eyes, which in fact illuminate off his face.
roleplay sample:
(Not to sure if I'm allowed to ask for that? But anyway.)
Time is a funny thing. At moments you could find yourself wanting to stop where you are, pause the world and just take a step to change the current events. At times life could just flash before you and you would nothing else to do but follow. Wherever you are, time is either with or against you.
Now, time is linked with decisions, every moment that passes, whether you like it or not, you are constantly faced with a choice. A choice that will reflect what your next step in life will be. A choice that could change the fate in the stars or the destiny that awaits you. You then begin to wonder what choice is better suited. This is when you begin to question yourself, or the different options at hand. After you make your decision you begin to wonder... Was that the best I could do? What would have happened if I had chosen the other one? It's a constant reality that we learn from our mistakes and failures. And from these failures does come success. But through it all what choices are the right ones...?
The gray tom had gradually made his way through the early morning mist. Although it would be blinding for some this tomcat had no issue. He made his way sightless, using his other senses to distinguish his desired path. He paused for only a moment, to glance side to side. Though it made know difference, he did it anyway, taking in every scent that waded in the cycling air. He had just briefly left home. Just to grasp the current events. At camp everyone was just waking up to face a new sunrise. For Icepelt he couldn't sleep, his dreams were troubling him, and they had gotten worse. After his appointment as deputy he had grasped a new responsibility, a new job that he would have to preform with the utmost persistence and ability. He would have to be there for his clan and for everyone who looked up at him now. He was given a new set of worries, that were all of his own. Yet with the new position that he had been granted, his sister had gone missing.
Icepelt's green eyes closed as his mind flashed images, bringing the memories alive once more. Something that had happened just a few hours again, something which shouldn't of happened. If he had just been given a little more time. Icepelt's dark history haunted him, it had come back to bite him. Every time something in his life was going well a dark force had managed to creep its way onto his path . Everyone he had ever cared about was disappearing off the face of the planet. As time went on though he managed to close in on his enemies but at a terrible cost. How many more would there be before it finally came to a close? Time is such a funny thing...