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Blizzardstar was never really a fighter. Where his clanmates were quick and eager to shed blood, he would rather avoid confrontation. Despite his peaceful nature, he does have anger that he usually pushes aside for the good of his clan.

G E N E R A L  I N F O.

Names→ Blizzardkit- Blizzardpaw- Blizzardflash- Blizzardstar
Gender→ tom
Age→ 37 moons (became leader at 23 moons)
Clan→ IceClan
Appears in→ Blizzardstar's Choice, Torn Petals, Facing a Forest of Shadows, A Sea of Flame

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F A M I L Y.

Mother→ Snowpuddle
Father→ Icestripe
Sister→ Darkrose
Mentor→ Streamwhisker
Apprentices→ Elkpaw- Elkleap
Kits→ Frostfeather and Pineheart

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C H A R A C T E R I S T I C S.

Appearance→ Blizzardstar can be described as having a medium fur length. His pelt is the color of snow, his bright blue eyes being the only splash of color on his body.

He is thick muscled but his fur can give him a slim appearance. There are many scars traced across his skin but they, too are invisible under his white fur.

Personality→ Blizzardstar was shy and reserved as a young apprentice.  His clanmate's eagerness to battle and willingness to die for honor frightened him.  When named deputy as such a young warrior, he was proud and began to feel willing to battle for his clan.

After Mudstar's death, Blizzardstar's pride became very large.  He plotted for a short time to attack Breezeclan to gain more honor for his clanmates.  After the battle and the omen from Mudstar, he became almost remorseful.  Knowing that he never should have let the evil taint of battle consume him.

Desperate to make things right, he sought out the light that was prophesized to save the forest.  Finding Spottedrose came as a great comfort, he was no longer in this alone.  He became quickly dependent on her.  After the events of the last battle, Blizzardstar became depressed but still determined to lead his clan past this last tragedy.

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I thought I could remember hearing some sort of shrieking past the border....

"Blizzardpaw!  Get a move on!  The border patrol must have caught a Breezeclan patrol," Shellfoot yowled as he sped off towards the tree line.

Blizzardpaw hesitated a short while longer, feeling his heart beat thudding in his chest.  A battle!  Deep down, he felt absolutely terrified of battle.  His mother had told him countless times how troublesome it is, and how it seems to cause more problems than it fixes.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Blizzardpaw started to race after Shellfoot towards the border.  The closer and closer he got, the louder the screeches and yowling became.  He could feel anxiety creeping over his fur, icy cold like melted snow across his pelt.

As he burst through the tree line, the sight was almost enough to make him turn and run back to the camp.  The land beyond the pine trees of his territory was almost completely bare of foliage.  The ground rose and fell with the soft curves of hills and valleys that swept away in the distance.

The snow in the clearing he was facing was dark crimson with the blood of clan cats.  Fur that was ripped from the pelts of the battling cats drifted across the ground like tiny clouds of mist.  He could see that there were bodies littering the ground, some unmoving and unresponsive.

Now it felt like his heart was thudding in his throat.  I'm going to end up like one of those bodies on the ground, he thought dreadfully.  Afraid that one of his clanmates would see him hesitating, he took a few steps forward to bring himself into the battle.

Claws slashed at the air, teeth snapped and sank into the fur and skin of the battling cats.  Blizzardpaw felt like the world was spinning, too much was going on!  He couldn't gather his thoughts fast enough...

Suddenly, he felt his paws fly under him and slammed to the ground.  A crazed looking tom cat he didn't recognize was staring down at him.  "You will be an easy kill," he sneered as he bares his fangs to make his quick and final blow.

Blizzardpaw closed his eyes tight and wailed, knowing he needed a miracle to somehow escape this unharmed.  In a flash, Shellfoot soared on top of the attacking tom with a giant leap.  Startled, the tom cat rolled off of Blizzardpaw with Shellfoot on his back.

Daring to open his eyes, Blizzardpaw rolled over to see Shellfoot viscously assaulting the cat who had been about to kill him only moments ago.  His fur was spiked with righteous fury, his claws spattered with blood.

Blizzardpaw wanted to call out, to tell him to stop.  But he only stared in shock as his mentor continued to savagely claw the life out of his attacker.

"Breezeclan, retreat!" A voice yowled above the clamor of the battle.  The fighting cats didn't seem to hear, the IceClan warriors were determined to not allow their enemies to escape.  Fur and skin ripped as the Breezeclan cats tore away to race back to their camp.

Blizzardpaw was still staring at Shellfoot, who was now standing over their attacker with his head bowed.  He could see his sides heaving as he took large, gulping breaths.  Feeling his paw pads prickling like ice, Blizzardpaw slowly got to his paws to pad over to his mentor.

As he neared, Shellfoot quickly turned with his paw outstretched.  "No, no! It's me, Blizzardpaw!" He shrieked, just in time.  Shellfoot flinched, bringing his paw back down to the ground.

"I'm sorry about that... I just couldn't let him kill you," he choked, clearly feeling overcome with some sort of emotion.  Behind them, the IceClan cats were howling with victory.  "IceClan! IceClan!"

Blizzardpaw turned to face his clanmates, noticing how proud they looked standing over the lifeless bodies of their enemies.  Some of them were even our own clanmates, who had been struck down by Breezeclan warriors.

In the distance, two cats were racing back over the hill towards the IceClan cats.  They didn't look hostile, but the warriors turned with angry hisses and growls to meet them.

"Please, we just want the body of our father!  Maybe nobody cared enough to gather the bodies of our loved ones, but we can't leave him here as crow food," the tinier she-cat pleaded. 

One of the IceClan cats stepped forward, clearly still angry and hungry for battle.  "If you want the body of your loved one, you have to win!" He howled.  The other IceClan cats started to yowl and hiss, taunting the two young she-cats.

Blizzardpaw glanced back at the body that was laying behind them.  Was he their father?  "Can't we just let them take him," Blizzardpaw meowed quietly.

Shellfoot shook his head, "No! We can not show them mercy.  If they were victorious, it would be the same for us."

Blizzardpaw shuddered, daring to imagine losing his mother or father to battle and not being able to take their bodies for burial.  "What kind of life is this..." he gasped.

Shellfoot rested his tail over Blizzardpaw's shoulders, "I know it isn't easy, but it's just what we do.  Who knows, maybe one day there won't be any battling.  But I don't see Breezeclan ever wanting to surrender," he meowed.

As they were talking, the two young she-cats had retreated back over the hills.  Their clan mates were gathering the deceased IceClan warriors for the journey back to camp.

"The rest of you can drag the Breezeclan cats onto our territory so that they can be picked over by the buzzards and crows," a strong voice called. Blizzardpaw couldn't imagine being a part of that.

"You can go back to camp and get yourself some fresh kill. I'll help finish up here," Shellfoot mewed sympathetically. Blizzardpaw didn't hesitate this time. Quickly, he turned and ran back to camp. But he knew there, he would not find relief. This was their way of life, so normal and uniform that it was almost like sleeping or eating. This was the way of the forest.