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Icepaw had enjoyed her time here in TidalClan more than anywhere else. However, everything was getting more and more complicated by the day. She didn't like the way it was going, either. The same dream had come to her each night, and she had continued to hide it- even since she was in RiverClan. Would she ever come clean? Probably not- but that was just the way she was. Stubborn.
The blind she-cat made her way out into the open, the sun was just beginning to dip down. Night time was her favourite, it was calm; elegant. While her mother used to warn her of the terrifying things that the night held, she would always disobey and run into the night. Calm, moonlit lakes would be where she would run off to. However, her mother would soon find her. And then she would beat her mercilessly, as if she were a punching bag or a puppet.
Icy had always wondered why her mother had picked on her as a child. She never loved her, that she was certain of. She had always told her she was a mistake, a failed abortion. Every night she had cried, wept because she had no other way of release. But then, she made a friend in the night- someone who said they could help her. Icy was only 4 months old at the time, and she had agreed- unaware of the consequences making deals with certain characters meant.
Icepaw sat down on the beach next to the water, where she was alone with her thoughts and memories. After she had agreed to let the cat help, she had been trained in her sleep. Trained as an assassin. The cat had taught her many techniques- things that no living creature could teach her. Things that she didn't need her sight for. When she was 6 months old, the cat had deemed her ready. For what, she had asked. For revenge, the other replied.
If she were smart, she would've backed out then and there. But back then, she was young and foolish. When she woke, she knew what she had to do. She snuck into the place where her parents and siblings slept. And then, she killed them. First was her brother. He had always bullied her for being blind. Next was her sister, who was killed quickly. Then, her father. After she had forced her mother to watch as she took away everything she loved, she moved towards the bitch.
Unlike the others, Ice didn't kill her mother quickly. She made sure she cried and begged first, and then she was gone. Afterward, Icy stayed behind for about a moon. She buried her sister, but she burned her brother and father. And her mother? She ripped her to shreds, after all- it was what she deserved. Then, she fled. To RiverClan. The mysterious dream cat didn't return to her until she arrived in RiverClan. Instead, it was just a voice.
Dreams, dreams of many things. At first they were vague. But gradually, the dreams became stronger until Icepaw was barely sleeping in fear of the dreams coming back again. She thought after leaving RiverClan the dreams would stop, but they only became stronger after her trek to TidalClan. Now, they weren't just coming to her while she was asleep- in the daytime now as well. They always seemed to occupy her thoughts. While she sat near the shore, there was only one thing on her mind. "Bullshooter."
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attack in [color=#AE90B8]#AE90B8
- no kill/capture - no fatal injuries - hard
POWERS;;
conjuration - flower prints
OTHER;;
apprentice - white with blue eyes, blind - 7 months old - adoptive daughter of cainsmark - reincarnation of bullshooter - carries a dagger
