Small blue lynx point with blue eyes. Icebreath is rather unimpressive in appearance. With a small, fragile-looking build, they seem as though a particularly strong gust of wind might knock them over. Short white fur coats their figure, darkening on their face, legs, large ears, and tail; these points look as though they were dipped in blue-gray murk, and are adorned with darker stripes. Her eyes — a light shade of sky blue — are large and almost perpetually wide, which often gives her a startled or nervous look. Because her sensitive eyes are so used to the dimness of the tunnels, she's usually seen squinting in the sunlight.
⤷ Forepaw is bone bruised.
Dedicated / obedient / serious / workaholic / overthinker / submissive / neurotic / self-critical / timid. Above all else, Icebreath is a devoted WindClanner; their duties always come first. Leisure and entertainment tend to thoughtlessly fall to the wayside, although this has never been an issue to her (at least on a conscious level) — she takes a great amount of pride in her esteemed work and grows restless in her free time. She almost always has to be moving and doing something useful, sometimes until she's too exhausted to do anything other than sleep, lest she think too hard about why exactly she feels such a pressing, almost desperate need to push herself past her limits in order to prove herself. WindClan is a harsh, strict environment that, in truth, they doubt their ability to keep up with; though they've enjoyed successes, they all too readily fixate on their failures, compare themselves to stronger and more confident clanmates, and often fear that they aren't deserving of being a WindClanner at all. Even so, there's nowhere else she'd rather live; the other clans are lowlifes in her opinion and she has no interest whatsoever in any happenings beyond her own borders. She has a great amount of respect (and, quite frankly, fear) for her superiors and eagerly falls in line with their orders and expectations, blindly and entirely uncritically; all she wants to do is impress them, both for the sake of her ego and her overpowering anxiety. It's an emotion that rules just about every aspect of her life — most of her time is spent overthinking one thing or another. Consequently, it's perhaps unsurprising that she rarely even seems all too happy or at ease. Rather, her demeanor is commonly quiet, focused (whether that be on her anxieties or her work), and timid.