Icestar - M - Leader

icestar

and the arms of the ocean are carrying me

NAME: Icestar (Icestar)
AGE: 38 moons
GENDER: Tom
CLAN: WindClan
RANK: Leader

and all this devotion was rushing out of me

SHORT DESCRIPTION:

Grey-white tom with ice blue eyes.

APPEARANCE:

Icestar is a muscular tom with grey-white fur and ice blue eyes. His fur is short and somewhat coarse due to his age. Because of his muscular body this tom is strong and fairly big. He has a short tail and dark grey ears. This tom has several scars across his body from the battles he has fought as well as the foxes and badgers he has driven away.

Icestar's paws are fairly huge and can be used to bring down slightly bigger animals (foxes and badgers). In leafbare his pelt does little to help keep him warm and therefore is often seen shivering, though not complaining. His grey-white pelt can help him hide in similar colored surroundings from snow to rocks. However, at night he can be seen.

and the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me

STRENGTHS:

• Compassion
  
• Climbing
  
• Calm under pressure
  
• Graceful (odd I know)
  
• Strong (both physically and mentally)
  
• Cunning
  

WEAKNESSES:

• Cute she-cats
  
• Kits and apprentices
  
• Those who are weaker than him
  
• Strict
  
• Sometimes harsh
  
• Can forget that others have feelings/blunt
  

PERSONALITY:

Icestar is a compassionate tomcat, but can sometimes be a little too blunt when it comes to others. He is a good strategist, but again can be a little too blunt. Even though he is only a normal cat he sometimes forgets that other cats besides himself have feelings. While he may keep his under extreme wraps, the tom doesn't always think about others' feelings before he speaks. However, if he does offend another cat he will give it some time before he apologizes for his lack of respect.

When it comes to she-cats this tom usually says the first thing that comes to mind... even if it might not be the best thing to say or ask. However, he will lay down his life to protect his Clanmates and isn't afraid to stand up for what is right. He doesn't believe in needless bloodshed and he most certainly won't back down from a challenge no matter who the challenger is. He feels that every cat should speak their mind and offer an opinion, even kits and apprentices as they are part of the Clan.

Because of his lack of tact, this tom can be a bit prickly at first and has a hard time making friends, but he adjusts quickly. And once you make a friend of him, he sticks to what is loyal and true to the bitter end. He doesn't believe in leaving a friend to suffer when they don't deserve it, but he also knows what happens if you break the rules. He will stick up for others if they truly did nothing wrong, but he won't step in to help when the rules are broken. He does not believe in favoritism. Aside from this, Icestar is as good a cat as any and will even help apprentices if their mentors are unavailable.

In fact, this tom enjoys helping others and will even help them with problem areas in order to pass their assessment if need be. He believes all cats deserve a chance at becoming warriors no matter the infraction. He even understands that kits and apprentices will often get into trouble. It is their nature and he feels that they should experience the bad along with the good, otherwise their lives won't be truly complete.

but the arms of the ocean delivered me

MOTHER: Rosecloud
FATHER: Foxpelt
SIBLINGS: Applefire (sister), Bearclaw (brother), and Rubystem (sister)
OTHER FAMILY: N/A
MENTOR: Lightheart (former mentor, deceased) and Heatherspots (former mentor, deceased)
HISTORY:

Icestream was born to Foxpelt and Rosecloud. He was the second of four kits born in the litter. In order it was Rubystem, Icestream, Bearclaw, and then Applefire. As a young kit the tom always got into trouble, much to his mother's chagrin. However, the tom always managed to worm his way into the hearts of others.

As the moons passed, it became apparent that while Icekit was a wonderful cat, he had some issues with speaking before thinking. This began to get under the fur of his Clanmates and he often wondered what was going on. Luckily for him he started realizing this in his apprenticeship training and tried to work on it... not entirely successful. When he was first apprenticed his mentor was Lightheart, a light colored tom with green eyes. Thus began his training.

Icepaw learned quickly from Lightheart, but sometimes the two butted heads because of Icepaw's words. Outside of training the two were fairly close... or as close as two cats could be who were extreme opposites. It wasn't until Icepaw was eight moons old that tragedy struck. During a routine patrol with Lightheart and two other cats, a fox came out of nowhere and attacked the group. Lightheart was killed instantly while giving the other three time to escape.

That night after the vigil, the leader then appointed Heatherspots, a tortoiseshell she-cat with amber eyes, to be his mentor. Heatherspots was more gentle than Icepaw's last mentor and things were different with her. Icepaw was her first apprentice and the two had one thing in common.... Lightheart had been both their mentors. Icepaw learned a lot from this gentler cat, but even as a mentor she did have a strict side as well. She did not tolerate Icepaw's mouth and whenever he said something that wasn't right, he would be given the task of looking after the Elders.

For five moons the tom trained under Heatherspot's watchful gaze. She ensured that her first apprentice was going to have a good training even if she was the second mentor. Finally, the day came when Icepaw received his warrior name of Icestream. He was given the name due to his icy eyes. They looked like icy lake pools. During his vigil that night, Icestream wondered what the best way to get revenge for Lightheart's death would be. Of course the fox got away so there was no way of knowing if it was still alive. Another Clan could have gotten to it and killed it.

When the sun rose Heatherspots took Icestream and his siblings to the warrior den and they found their nests. At sunhigh, Icestream was told to join a patrol. It was a simple routine, one he had done thousands of times as an apprentice. And of course nothing interesting happened aside from renewing the scent markers. Upon returning to the camp the leader asked Icestream to meet with him. The young tomcat listened to his leaders words. The fox had returned, but this time was settling in a place between RiverClan and WindClan territories.

The tom was to go scout it out. Excitement prickled the tom's fur. This just might be the opportunity he had been waiting for! After being given his instructions, the tom left the camp to go scout around. What he didn't know was that he was being followed... and not by another warrior either. Close to the fox's den Icestream sensed another cat. Cautiously he followed the scent until he found the hiding place of a young she-cat kit. Anger coursed through Icestream's fur. Not because he was followed, but because a kit was in a potentially dangerous situation with no protection except his own.

Rough words were exchanged between the two. Because of this, neither realized that the fox had snuck up on them. Icestream went flying and landed heavily across the patch of land. The she-cat kit, Sparrowkit, rushed to his side. The tom couldn't get up, which meant the she-cat had to step in... with no training. At first Icestream tried to protest, but Sparrowkit told him to butt out. He watched as the little kit avoided the fox's paws and ran away.

At nightfall a RiverClan patrol came and took Icestream back to the camp where he received medical attention. Once he was better the tom went back to his Clan and to his leader and explained everything and that he wanted Sparrowkit as his apprentice. She had a good heart and good instincts, but she needed training. And it would hold special meaning for Icestream if he trained her. There were two reasons behind this. One was that the little kit had saved his life and two was that she was one of Lightheart's last kits before he died.

Two moons later Icestream got his wish. He was mentored to young Sparrowpaw and he immediately began her training. Like Lightheart and Heatherspots before him, Icestream was rough with Sparrowpaw. And since she shared something with Icestream and Heatherspots, the tom knew she could handle anything. And boy did Lightheart show in his daughter.

At twelve moons old, Sparrowpaw was ready to become a warrior and took the name of Sparrowheart. That leafbare, tragedy struck again. Greencough swept through the camp. A few cats fell ill with it including Icestream and Sparrowheart. However, the cat that fell from it was Heatherspots. The she-cat had had lung problems for some time, even before she took Icestream as her apprentice, and the illness didn't help. The she-cat died in her sleep. Icestream was there at her vigil and promised that he would live on for her and Lightheart.

After that the moons passed peacefully. Now the tom is thirty-eight moons and still going. He only mentored Sparrowheart, but he is keeping an eye out for any other kits that have good hearts and strong minds that he think would be worthy apprentices to train.

never let me go, never let me go

ROLE-PLAYER: Shinska
WRITING SAMPLE:

See Seapaw.

Lyrics: Never Let Me Go by Florence + the Machine

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellspacing,1,true][atrb=cellpadding,3,true][bg=#101212][atrb=background,http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee203/tigertron56/SSW/DarkSkinImages/oddbg-light.png] Excellent! Icestream looks like a great addition to WindClan, and I look forward to seeing him out on the forums! Welcome, Icestream! So, what's next? clan camp • post in the plot board • clan territory

Going to try for leader.

Icestream bio.

Hey there, Shinska, I'm Flynn and Sea has given me the unspeakable pleasure of being your audition partner today!

I'm sure you've read Sea's helpful preliminaries in all the other threads, but I'll just leave the basic rundown here in case it's needed. Icestream, as Icestar, will be role-playing with a cat from WindClan (they won't actually exist but shh, don't tell them that!) and the thread will go on for as long as it needs to-- maybe three posts each depending on how things go. I'll start us off in the next post.

So, that should be everything! Do your best, have fun, and write like you mean it! :D

It was morning in WindClan. Well, that wasn't strictly true: it was at least three hours too early to be morning and every cat with a shred of decency was asleep and planning to stay that way. It was a good thing that Smokeleaf had never had much in the way of decency, and a good sleep hadn't been on the agenda for many years now.

It was also the morning of the Gathering, and Smokeleaf had to have some choice words with Icestar before he went. StarClan, her beloved and socially-incompetent superiors, had seen fit to wake the elderly she-cat with some kind of ridiculous prophecy. It was the sort of thing StarClan doled out by bucketfuls: the river running red with blood, the Island being cleaved in two by earthquakes, mountains of dead bodies: the usual sort of thing.
'So help me, Pebbleleaf,' Smokeleaf thought, turning her one good, yellow eye to the heavens. 'You could at least have waited until sunrise.' StarClan didn't usually go in for fits and foaming at the mouth, but at least then Smokeleaf would have gotten a full night's rest. Those were getting hard to come by as every day that passed only made her joints creak louder.

With the minimal amount of enthusiasm, Smokeleaf took a deep breath, collected her thoughts, and entered the leader's den. For all her bravado, Smokeleaf's heart was hammering in her chest. Prophecies that involved blood were her least favourite kind. But it was with her usual sardonic enthusiasm that the grey she-cat cocked her head to the side and gently prodded the sleeping leader's shoulder with a paw.
"StarClan for Icestar." she meowed, her gravelly voice adopting a teasingly sing-song tone. "Good morning, Icestar. Icestar. Rise and shine. You're not going to want to hear this."

Smokeleaf hated being the bearer of bad news, and she hated the bad news she was bearing, but the sharp-tempered medicine cat had never seen that as cause to change her tune. She liked her tune perfectly well, thank-you very much, and it had wrung harmonies out of every cat she'd ever met for over seventy moons of her life. She only hoped that Icestar would choose this morning to sing in key.

Icestar blinked the sleep from his eyes and found himself staring at Smokeleaf, his Medicine Cat. All sleep gone the tomcat sat up. He knew that the Medicine Cat wouldn't have woken him up unless there was a good reason.

"What is it, Smokeleaf? What has StarClan told you?"

Of course it had to be StarClan. There could be no other explanation as to why the aging she-cat woke him up before sunrise. And with the Gathering that night, Icestar knew that he would need all the sleep he could get. However, StarClan came first... as always. The tom's ice blue eyes took in the aging she-cat with concern. She had been WindClan's Medicine Cat for a good long while and Icestar valued her opinions. Icestar remembered when he was young when Smokeleaf had been Medicine Cat. Even then the tom respected her. She was wise and definitely not a cat one should cross.

However, Icestar could not help, but tease her every so often. The grey-white pelt of the tom shown through the darkness. It was something the tom always disliked about himself, but he never complained. As leader of WindClan he had to set aside his own wants and desires for that of the Clan. And now seemed to be one of those moments. Icestar's heart clenched as he waited for Smokeleaf's response. He knew that it couldn't be anything good, not when it came to StarClan. Despite what he was sure was to come, the tom kept his composure, knowing full well that panicking would not do himself nor his Clan any good.

He kept his voice steady and calm as he asked the dreaded question.

"It isn't good news is it?" With StarClan it almost never was.

'What is it, Smokeleaf? What has StarClan told you?"
Awake and sentient within seconds-- now that was a trait she liked in a leader. Smokeleaf had made it a point never to have favourites among any members of her clan, but she did, Icestar would be the last to know about them. As it stood, he was at least more competent than the last leader they had, StarClan rest his miserable soul, who had gone in for a more familial approach to leadership. Smokeleaf respected exactly three virtues: efficiency, authority and ingenuity-- sometimes there were more, sometimes fewer, but usually Icestar had at least two of them. That was what made him more pleasant to deal with than any quantity of "darling" or "dear" or "lovely" would have.

He still found time to tease her, and that was good too: Smokeleaf had always thought it unsportsmanlike to challenge an unarmed opponent.

"It isn't good news is it?"

Smokeleaf grinned a slightly tired-looking, toothy grin. Waking up WindClan's leader from his much-needed beauty sleep, just to tell him that there was going to be a great rain of freshkill from the heavens and that WindClan would never starve again? How she wished that that was the kind of story that her friendly local sleep-deniers would have her tell. StarClan's ability to ruin a perfectly good moon or two of clan life by foretelling some horrible event was, quite literally, legendary. And this one took the cake. In all her moons of tending to WindClan's sick and mending their wounded, she'd hoped never to receive the kind of world-crushing prophecy that StarClan always used to promise in the stories. She'd gotten lucky-- she'd even been arrogant enough to think that, maybe, she could've joined StarClan herself before such a thing would happen. Well, luck was not on her side. Nor, if the supernatural world was to be believed, was it on the side of WindClan.

She glanced around Icestar's den and saw it again in her nightmare: the walls slippery with blood, hunks of fur, once grey-white and now matted and crimson, strewn across the floor. The Island's golden sand littered with corpses.

"The best kind of news," Smokeleaf replied, pulling herself back together. "StarClan are giving you some excitement tonight." She took a shuddering breath, trying to clear her nose of the scent of blood that just wouldn't leave her alone. WindClan, it was true, hadn't had the most bloodless of moons recently, but they had been nothing remarkable, nothing the border patrols couldn't handle. Dutifully, she recited the words.

"The full moon shines on sea and hill
Where shadows meet the open moor
The darkness comes to thieve and kill
To spread where winds did blow before."

The elderly medicine cat paused for a moment, blinking the night's dream from her eyes, and let the words sink in. Then she added, her voice growing more strained with every word, "But just in case you weren't having enough fun, there's more:

]"If the leader makes his stand,
On moonlit Isle, the wind risks all
But should he stay upon his land,
The winds will howl as ice may fall."

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Smokeleaf took a haggard breath, glanced at Icestar's face. Oh, StarClan knew how to play their cards.
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Icestar's heart sank even further as Smokeleaf spoke. Of course it wasn't anything good and what she was saying now attested to that. He listened quietly as StarClan spoke through his Medicine Cat.

The full moon shines on sea and hill
Where shadows meet the open moor
The darkness comes to thieve and kill
To spread where winds did blow before.

The tom thought that the she-cat was done, but oh no. There was more to tell... and it got even better.

If the leader makes his stand,
On moonlit Isle, the wind risks all
But should he stay upon his land,
The winds will howl as ice may fall.

Great StarClan! It downright spoke of his death. Icy fear clutched as the leader's fur, but he kept his voice neutral. He definitely could not panic now. He looked at his Medicine Cat.

"What is coming Smokeleaf? A battle?"

The tom flicked his tail. "No. I don't want to know."

However, the tom's eyes were filled with grim determination. "If a battle is coming I will be prepared." He laid a gentle tail tip on the aging Medicine Cat's shoulders. "I will need you now more than ever, Smokeleaf. Of all the cats of this Clan you are one that I would call friend. I know we have had our differences, but I trust you and I trust what you have to say. If there is trouble in our future then I will do what I can to stop it."

His eyes were filled with sadness. "No matter what happens I will not abandon my Clan... even if it means my death." He looked at his Medicine Cat with a sadness he had never known before. She had been Medicine Cat when he was still an apprentice. While he often got into trouble, he had always respected Smokeleaf, even when he did get in trouble and had to spend time with her. The tom, even then, had always loved listening to Smokeleaf speak. He even enjoyed watching her work.

While being a Medicine Cat was not part of his future, Icestar still enjoyed the she-cat's company. She didn't take his nonsense and was never afraid to speak back to him. It was a good trait in Icestar's opinion. It meant that she could hold her own not only in a physical battle, but one of wits as well. Padding outside he looked up at the stars.

So StarClan. If something comes and I stay then I die, but what does the rest of it mean? Does it mean WindClan loses its home? Whatever happens I have to see that my Clan survives! A new leader can always be appointed, but nothing can replace a lost Clan that's been devastated by whatever is coming.

His eyes hardened. I won't die! I won't give up! I didn't become leader just to lie down and die!

The tom looked back at Smokeleaf and said, "A good leader does everything for his Clan. I will do the same. Be prepared for whatever is coming Smokeleaf and I will do my part." He paused for a moment wondering if the Clan should know. He decided to let the Clan rest for the rest of the night. He would tell them before sending out the morning patrols. Icestar steeled himself for whatever lay ahead. No matter what happened the Clan came first, but Icestar was not going to give up. He wasn't weak, but he also wasn't stupid. No matter what darkness came there would always be a light to drive it away. Icestar was scared for his future, but he would not let his Clan suffer.

He would be prepared for whatever came... and so would his Clan. Smokeleaf alone knew what exactly would happen... if at all, but Icestar did not want to know the details. All he needed to know was that something was coming and that something was not going to be pleasant. No matter what came, Icestar would make sure that his Clan lived. It must if their future was to be a good one. His first real prophecy and one that he hoped he would never have to experience, but a good leader always takes the bad with the good. He glared up at the stars. He would be ready.

The medicine cat recovered herself. Concern was all very well, but she would remain focused. She had to; after all she had been WindClan's medicine cat for longer than she'd been anything else. She had a lot of practice in maintaining a level head through crisis, as evidenced by the fact that she was now breathing normally in spite of the den's refusal to spontaneously clean itself of imaginary blood.

She admired the way he smoothly set his fear aside, at least, but the words that came out of the tom's mouth next had her narrow her eyes. "I don't want to know." Why would he possibly not want to know? Were Smokeleaf in his position, she would want as much knowledge about the coming events as possible.

Then, of course, Icestar began to ruin a perfectly good morning by being sappy, and the grey medicine cat felt her paws prickling with discomfort. Of course he needed her: who else would mop up the blood and viscera that dear StarClan had promised them? And WindClan needed him, a leader who would and could do what was best for them. He was being (and she found herself flinching from the word) 'sweet', was that it? And sentimental? Well, jolly good for him. She quite liked him too: he'd been one of the less difficult apprentices to deal with. It had even been tolerable sometimes. She would tolerate the tail on her shoulder because it brought Icestar comfort.

But she wouldn't be distracted. If Icestar was to lead WindClan as well as he could, she had to tell him everything she'd seen. As cryptic as they so loved to be, StarClan never just provided a bunch of suspiciously-rhyming phrases on their own. The Island held no dangers for Icestar, but it would make the other clans suspicious for a leader not to make an appearance-- not just Icestar, in fact, but Smokeleaf was willing to bet that Icestar wasn't planning on sending anyone. That was sound logic.
"Yes, you--" Smokeleaf started, but stopped as the tom explained. Icestar's cold eyes were sadder than she'd ever seen them. Smokeleaf's flint-hard stare softened the slightest amount. It was a calculated gesture, as everything tended to be with Smokeleaf: outward acknowledgement of her emotional state was rare enough, without changing her face to be considerate to others. Oh, hang it all, she didn't want to see Icestar die: he was a good leader, WindClan liked him, and Smokeleaf didn't mind him either. She just wanted to see him prepared, and the tom seemed ready to ignore any advice she had to give him. He was very prepared for death. As a medicine cat, you saw that expression a lot. Some didn't want to go, clinging to life with their teeth. Others welcomed it. Some, like Icestar, were simply prepared. If the good stars had mercy, he would be willing to fight for his own life as much as his clan's: one life was not the last for a leader, but that didn't mean that it would be easy to lose. Of the things StarClan hadn't foretold, the lives that would be lost in either case were among them.

She saw a more thoughtful expression cross his face as he turned to leave the den, and Smokeleaf gave herself a mental slap on both cheeks. "Icestar!" she began, but the tom was on a mission. She followed him out of the den, her joints aching, and sat next to him, her good eye facing away from him. That didn't mean she couldn't see him, but it did mean that it would be harder for any unwanted parties to sneak up on her. It also meant that he had a lovely view of her milky-white cataract, but her own aesthetics had never exactly been high on the medicine cat's list of priorities.

"A good leader does everything for his Clan. I will do the same. Be prepared for whatever is coming, Smokeleaf, and I will do my part."
Smokeleaf shot the leader a sideways glance. Yes, very prepared indeed. She had always admired the prepared ones the most, but she never understood the seeking out of death. To go willingly and actively towards your demise had always seemed to her the most foolish exercise-- then again, Smokeleaf was a medicine cat. Even when she had been a warrior (too long ago for Icestar to remember, she was sure), she had hated the ease with which her clanmates had talked about death. As if it was something glorious, or even desirable! Moons, years, had taught her that death was the easiest thing a foolish warrior could do. Keeping it at bay was what took effort.
All the old stories idolised leaders like that: the ones whose deaths magically solved feuds, brought a clan together; as if self-sacrifice was all it took! The power of these stories made sense, of course: how noble it was to give everything, literally all that you were, to your clan! But no leader was good dead; however prepared you were for death, that was not a sacrifice you could make blindly. It was good in theory. In practice, Smokeleaf preferred to explore the plans that didn't start with death.
"StarClan's sight only goes so far," the medicine cat replied.
"Who knows-- maybe this 'darkness' is just a heavy cloud. They've been confused before."

Smokeleaf was losing her desire for banter: more serious matters had to take precedence. She began talking low but quickly, as if thinking out loud.
"I don't know where or how, but the danger will come from ShadowClan." She completely ignored any planning for the Icestar's going to the Gathering; he had already ruled that out in his mind and it would be a better use of time not to argue with him about that.
"It's not going to be all ShadowClan cats, though, not all of it at any rate. I'd rather we focus on defending that border: that way we can save evacuating the camp."

She shook herself, sending a light flurry of loose fur into the quiet air, then glanced at Icestar for his opinion. It was leafbare, so there were no queens in the nursery and only young apprentices to worry about; the only sticking point would be the elders. Maybe Smokeleaf's suggestion to keep battle out of the camp had something to do with the nightmare that just wouldn't leave her alone, but maybe it was a tactical decision and she was entitled to think as such-- not that strategy had ever been high on a medicine cat's most-needed-skills list. She understood logistics, and getting the camp emptied would not be so difficult with this much warning, but the only question was where they could be taken.

The tom sighed. ShadowClan. WindClan had been having trouble with ShadowClan for the longest time. He remembered some of the old stories and he had hoped that he wouldn't be in one... at least not in that sense.

"You are right as always. We will keep an eye on the ShadowClan boarder." He looked up at the sky, the sun starting to rise. It looked like sleep would not come again until that night.

"I won't sit idly by and wait for ShadowClan to come to us. Though without any signs, aside from the prophecy, I will not attack them either. I will not give them a reason to attack us."

The tom looked at his Medicine Cat. Of all the cats she was his most trusted, aside from his deputy. While he did not want to know all the specifics of what StarClan told Smokeleaf, he did want enough information to know which way to defend. But where to take WindClan should things go south. There were tensions among all the Clans, but there might be one Clan among the others that Icestar could get his Clan too if it were possible. The stories had told of friendships of old between WindClan and ThunderClan. Of all the Clans, ThunderClan was the most compassionate.

"We need to keep all of our options open. For one, where the Clan should go just in case. One possibility is ThunderClan."

He held up his tail before Smokeleaf could protest.

"Of all the Clans, ThunderClan is the one I trust the most. I know that WindClan would owe them after all is said and done, but ThunderClan would be the least likely to turn us away... not if the stories have anything to say about it. However, there should also be backup options should ThunderClan turn us away. And this is where you come in. As a Medicine Cat you would be less likely to be attacked, but I don't want you to do go anywhere without at least one warrior."

The tom turned to the she-cat, "When you go out for herbs and other supplies I want you to keep an eye out on any possible places where a Clan can go should things not go well."

He laid a gentle tail on her shoulder and gave a small smile. "WindClan will not give up without a fight, but I am not going to have Elders, Queens, Apprentices, or Kits in the thick of any battle coming up. I would have them all safe with a few warriors to guard them."

As leader, Icestar had to make sure that everything would go as smoothly as possible and that included keeping those that could not fight in battle safe. He hoped that everything would go well and he did not have to die, but no way was Icestar going to abandon his Clan. They meant too much to him to just give up on them.

We've already given you the OK, Shinshka, but officially (thanks to a reminder that I haven't tied things up neatly here),

Welcome to ThunderClan, Icestar!