The Outcast

**Name: Ice That Traps the Drowning One
Clan/Tribe: Formally of the Tribe of Outcasts
Rank: Was a to-be, soon to be fully ranked to camp-guard
Appearance: Slightly off white cat with grayish tint, and blue-grey leopard spots, and ice blue eyes
Personality: He is very bipolar. He can be really nice and considerate at times, and then at your throat the next. He's haunted by silhouetted cat that attacks him in his dreams. He left his Tribe and brother when he killed his uncle, the leader of the Tribe, Gale.**


Ice ignored the leaf-bare cold that bit at his fur. It couldn't compare to his cold heart. How could he have killed Gale? He was like a father to him!
For a third time that night, a tear glistened down his cheek, catching in his whiskers. His pink tongue sought it out, and savored the salty taste. Salty like blood. Ice shivered. He had tasted it. It was horrible. It tasted of death, sorrow, and pain. The taste still hung is his breath and the liquid clung to his matted fur.
How long he had been walking, Ice will never know, but it was sometime into the night when he smelled cat.
At first, Ice was worried that another Tribe cat had caught up to him. He wasn't ready to explain what had happened with Gale. But the scent was unfamiliar to him, and the thought of company on thrilled Ice. Though he acted solitary and recluse, Ice was really a social cat at heart.
As Ice crept upon the new cat, he could sense something. They were in pain. Memories of the look on Gale's face as Ice's claws ripped through his white fur triggered something in Ice, and he sped to find the hurt cat.
He found her not to far away. She was a young light tortoiseshell cat who was limping pretty badly. She was about his age, maybe younger. Ice took in a deep breath and emerged from the bushes.
The cat stared frightenedly at Ice. But he gave her a sniff, and then lay down submissively, licking a front paw.
"Whatcha doing out here this late?" He asked with pure concern in his gentle tenor voice.
She beamed at him with winning grey-blue eyes. "I was wandering aimlessly through the night. You?"
He smiled at the good-humored she-cat. "Pretty much the same." Ice gave her another sniff. "You belong to a Clan?"
He smiled awkwardly. "Yeah."
Ice was relieved she didn't inquire about where he came from. "We should be getting you back to your camp. Foxes and badgers can smell a wounded cat from a mile away!"
"Then I should probably take you with me. Look at those wounds!"
Ice looked down at the gashes criss-crossing his pelt; a few were still trickling a steady stream of blood. He suddenly felt his legs go numb and his head spin.
"Easy." she said, leaning up against Ice to support him.
"Thanks." he said breathless. He hadn't felt such comforting warmth in what seemed like ages.
"Common. I think I can find the camp now. It looks familiar here all of a sudden..."
He voiced trailed off as she scanned their surroundings.
"This way!"
The two cats began stumbling side by side through the undergrowth, towards the she-cat's clan.
"My name's Juniperpaw." she said happily to Ice. "What's yours?"
He hesitated a moment. "My name is Icepaw."
"Well Icepaw, let's get us two wounded cats back to camp!" And so the two cats staggered into Juniperpaw's territory and towards the camp.


**Name: Juniperpaw
Clan/Tribe: Unknown (someone can make it up)
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance: A light colored torti she-cat. Most likely a white coat with patterns of ginger, sandy brown, and chestnut brown, with grey-blue eyes.
Personality: She is quirky and cheery and curious and quite clumsy, though she has a passion for what she does and a heart big enough to love everyone**