A silver cat with friendly brown eyes.

Ice wouldn't really stand out in a crowd. He is normal sized for a cat and is muscular enough. His pelt is a nice color of silver and he has tabby markings that blend into his pelt making it look a little dirty. His eyes are a strange shade of golden/brown and are normally warm and friendly looking. His tail is a little on the longish side and his fur is pretty course.

Ice never was really bloodthirsty. He put up a front for his clan for the longest time keeping his true feelings hidden. Now that he doesn't have too he finds himself at a lost. He is naturally a peaceful tom but those feeling have been discouraged for the longest time so he has trouble expressing himself. He is somewhat awkward in casual conversation and tries to avoid conflict. But MaliceClan influence still holds sway over him and he is often a little more violent then he needs to be. He is very protective of Belle and would give his own life to protect her. He is welcome in her two-legs den but tends to avoid it.

While Ice was growing up he found he had to prove himself time and again to live up to MaliceClan standards. His calm kind nature and small size was seen as a weakness. His father often would have to save him from tougher toms and afterwords beat him almost as bad as if he was caught. When Freeze was born he felt he had to protect her but really it turned out that she protected him more. Both Freeze and their father were ashamed and sickened by his soft nature and gave him one more chance. If he killed the next cat he fought he would be accepted. If not they would kill him themselves. He did it reluctantly. Before the final battle Freeze woke him up and announced she was leaving. Not understanding why but eager to leave Ice went with her. A day had not passed when Freeze and Ice go into a fight. It would have gotten violent but Ice sheathed his claws announcing he would not fight his own flesh and blood. A complete look of disgust crossed his sisters face and she hissed. "You never change, you'll always be weak. I should just put you out of your misery now. But that would be a waste of time. But I will not be connected to a weakling. You are no brother of mine" She turned and left. Ice should have been hurt but instead he felt strangely light-headed. His last tie with MaliceClan was severed, he could become anyone. He was alone until he recently met a charmingly feisty kitty-pet named Belle. She taught him how to embrace his more gentle half. The two aren't mates yet but they do spend a lot of time together.

Should I look for someone else to rp Belle?