Snowpelt~WindClan

Name: Snowpelt
Snow: A layer of snowflakes (white crystals of frozen water) covering the ground.
Pelt: Fur; the dressed hairy coat of a mammal

Gender: She-cat
Clan: WindClan
Age: Around 33 moons now.
Rank: Warrior

____________Looks: Snowpelt looks just as her name suggests. Her fur is a beautiful snow-white colored, interrupted only by small splashes of orange across the backs of her ears and her face. Her tail looks as if she managed to dip it into something of the same orange color as well. She is a small cat. Her size and frame makes her suitable to living in WindClan and chasing rabbits, her clan's prey of choice. Her eyes are an ice blue color, and yet they hold a gentleness and if you look deep enough you will see the gentle spirit the young cat harbors. Her paws are dainty causing her steps to be naturally careful and quiet as she makes her way over the windswept moors of her homeland. This is Snowpelt, a proud little she-cat of WindClan.

____________Persona: Snowpelt is a kind young she-cat. She has a very gentle and caring nature to her. She is very much an observer and tends to enjoy sitting back and watching quietly more than jumping in and learning through experience. She has an almost motherly sense to her in the fact that she feels a strong need to protect and care for everyone she comes into contact with. The feeling she feels for her birth clan is very similar to how a queen feels toward her kits. She is a wonderful listener and clan cats of all ages, usually those her age and younger, but not always, felt that they could come to talk to this young cat about their problems. She shows wisdom beyond her years, and even if she can't give an answer to the problems her clanmates have, it seems to help them by just talking it through with her. She is kind and gentle, hating to fight unless it's necessary, yet just like a mother for her kits, Snowpelt would give her very life for her clan if the situation called for it.

____________History: Snowpelt was born and grew up in this clan. She was quite strange to the others as a kit. She never longed to jump into the play with the other kits, and at first the clan thought there was something wrong with her. But as she grew, the clan became less and less worried about her. As a kit, Snowpelt spent many long days sitting beside her mother and watching her denmates play. She watched them with as much or maybe more intensity than their own mother and if a squabble broke out, Snowkit was often the first one to the kits side, rebukeing the aggressor and comforting the victim.

As an apprentice she often frusterated her mentor, for in training, when he tried to explain fighting moves to her, she had the hardest time picking them up and repeating them. But once she watched another apprentice/mentor pair she got the fighting moves flawlessly. Her mentor soon picked up her way of learning and she learned quickly, rapidly passing up the other apprentices.

Snowpelt was appointed her Warrior name a couple moons earlier than many of the cats her age. She received it at the early age of 10 moons. The reason for this being that she completed all the training her mentor had for her to learn in that short time, and passed her test flawlessly. She went on to loyaly serve her Clan quite well up to this point in her life, now here she was, quite well in her prime.

____________IC: Goodness today had been quite the eventful day... She had finished her training quite a bit earlier than the others and received her final test, and then today had been the day... She received her Warrior name... She sighed gently as she gazed up at the half full moon. She remembered the ceremony well... As she should have as it had only been earlier that day...

She had stood so proudly beside her proud mentor, who absolutely beamed with pride at his young apprentice. She listened intently to the age long words from their young leader, and her best friend... Amberstar spoke with great pride and would bestow upon her her Warrior name... Snowpelt... How fitting.

She listened intently and grinned as she could almost hear the echoes of her Clanmates chanting... Snowpelt... Snowpelt... Goodness if her mother were here... She would be so proud of her little one, she was sure of this... Well she moved to get greetings of her new name and congratulations from her beloved clanmates, who in turn loved her dearly.

Well her waking dream soon evaporated and she found herself alone out in the clearing of the camp, gazing up at the high moon... She was now a Warrior... And tonight her Clan would sleep safely, knowing that this one young Warrior was up all night to watch over and protect them from any harm. Silently, of course, as she thought and reflected over everything. She had done it... She was now a full fledged Warrior, able to serve her Clan as she was meant to... And this duty was taken very seriously, started this very night... And would continue for all of her days to come.

____________Family: Only her brother is left alive.

____________Password: Antidiluvian (Or whatever it is being changed to.