Ice

Personality

Ice is rather a rather timid and shy cat. He stays away from the main hustle and bustle of the tunnels' centre, preferring to stay with his tight-knit group of friends in the quiet, rarely visited area of the group's underground complex. More often than not he'll do what you ask him to do, no matter how wrong he personally thinks it is. His greatest fear is being made to do something he later regrets, which, unfortunately for him, has happened quite a few times during his stay in the tunnels. He tries his best to push these instances to the back of his mind on an ordinary day. Despite all of the fighting his adoptive mother, the leader of the group, makes him do, he remains without skill in that respect. Though he lacks the natural fighting ability of the rest of the group, he is a remarkably good tunneller; he has a knack for knowing where supports need to be added and which soils are safe to construct new routes through, which is a good thing seeing as his assigned role is one which requires maintenence of older tunnels and construction of new ones. He doesn't have any great aspirations for his future in the group, which will likely involve far too much bloodshed and suffering for him to be comfortable, but hopes that he will be able to settle down with a mate and perhaps raise a litter of kits. His only wish is for those kits to grow up in a better world than the one he has been raised in.

History

Ice never knew his biological parents. He spent the majority of his youth searching for them, but though they left pieces of prey for him every day, he was never lucky enough to catch more than a glimpse of their long, spindly tails or a sorrowful glint coming from a pair of shimmering blue eyes. This was all his early kithood consisted of: eating the prey given to him by invisible parents, searching for them a few fox lengths in every direction (as he was unable to walk further than this at the time for fear of getting lost), and sleeping.

That was, until the prey stopped coming.

Ice felt completely lost for a few days after that. He had never learned how to hunt, as there was no one to teach him and even if he had tried, he was too young to maintain enough concentration to catch anything. So when an unfamiliar grey and black cat approached him, he had little choice but to accept her offer. She claimed that she was able to help him, give him a home and food, put him in the vicinity of cats just like him. Cats who were unwanted by the rest of the world. There, they united and rose up against what had silenced them, giving way to a world of peace and happiness. This sounded like the sort of world Ice wanted to live in. He agreed to what she said and followed her to the supposed paradise of the underground tunnels.

Of course, what the cat he later came to know as Raven had told him was all a lie. There was no paradise. No peace. He found few cats like him in the underground darkness. All he was able to find was misery, bloodshed and the constant suffering of anyone the Tunnellers went up against until their eventual obliteration.