Post by Silverstorm on Mar 26, 2010 18:44:21 GMT -5
Name: Silverstorm
Age: 20 moons
Gender: Shecat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Mistclan
Breed: Mix
Personality:
Age: 20 moons
Gender: Shecat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Mistclan
Breed: Mix
Personality:
Silverstorm is a strong, but careful warrior. She wants only the best for her clan and is loyal to the warrior code. She is also very nice and caring, even to the cats of a different clan, but she does have a sharp tongue, so don't get on her bad side. She loves to help out with kits and hopes to have some of her own one day. She will protect her clan with her life and wont hesitate to through herself in front of a badger or fox to protect them. She mainly follows her heart, even if its against the warrior code.Apperance:
Silverstorm is a silver tabby she-cat with short fur and a white front paw. She's oddly small, but is very fast and strong for her size. Her features are sharp, but she's still cute. Her nose is a light pink and her whiskers are a snowy color. Her stripes are dark against her light silver fur and her tail is ringed with them. You can see her well defined muscles rippling under her pelt. Her claws are long and very sharp, but her fangs are small. She has big, icy blue eyes. She has small ears and half of her right ear torn off. Her tail is long and her paws small. She keeps her pelt glossy and clean. She also has a scar running across her left eye to the tip of her muzzle.History:
Silverheart was born and raised in Mistclan. She was one of four kits, but the other three died from the cold in leaf-bare. She had decided what she wanted to do for the clan when she was a kit and she made that decision when she saw a few warriors come back hurt from a battle against another clan. She had wanted to become a medicine cat, but when she was training for it she couldn't take the sight of blood. She had her clan leader to change her to a regular apprentice to become a warrior and has always loved it. When she was out on a border patrol she had caught a rouge on their territory, who attacked her. She had half of her ear torn off and got the scar. She was saved by her clan mates. After a few more moons of being trained she became a warrior and is now serving her clan as best she can and is also looking for a mate.RPG Example:
Silverstorm, just recently been made a warrior, was out hunting, her silver pelt blended in with the snowy surrounding. She was a bit skinnier than normal, but that didn't matter. Her icy blue eyes were a focused on any movement. Suddenly, she saw her black-feathered prey. It wasn't paying any attention to her and was pecking through the snow for a bug or a worm. She slowly got into a hunter's crouch and began to sneak up on her prey. Her tail was as still as the trees and her eyes locked on the small target. Her muscles rippled under her glossy pelt as she leaped and landed right on the bird. She held the blackbird down with one paw and bit down on it's spine before it could let out a warning call. "My first catch today," she told herself. Her voice was soft and soothing, just like a kit's fur. She buried it next to a fallen tree and tasted the air to see if she could find anything else. ~A border patrol..... but no prey right now. I'll go a bit further and if I can't find anything I'll bring this back to camp.~ she thought, padding silently through the forest. She kept her mouth open, letting the air hit her scent glands at the roof of her mouth. She smiled when she found the scent of mouse. She looked around and saw it scuffling. She crouched again and began sneaking up on it. She placed one paw in front of the other, when she heard a snap. She glanced down and saw that she had stepped on a twig. She looked up and saw the mouse running. "Mouse-dung," she cursed, giving chase. She almost caught it when it slipped down into a hole in the ground. She stopped in front of it and growled.
After a few minutes she returned to the prey she had buried and picked it up. She had only caught a vole and a blackbird. She sighed and headed back to camp. Her tail was held high, knowing that this would still feed the elders and queens. She let herself go distant as she began to think of what she would do when she became a queen. Suddenly, she heard her name being called. She blinked and looked around, noticing that she was in the camp. She turned and saw the medicine cat walking over to her. She put the fresh kill in the fresh kill pile and looked at the medicine cat.
"You're limping. Are you okay?" the medicine cat asked.
Silverstorm hadn't even noticed. She felt a small pain in one of her front paws and lifted it up. Sure enough, there was a thorn stuck in her paw pad. "I guess I didn't notice," she said as the medicine cat inspected it. She flinched a bit as the thorn was pulled out.
"Don't worry its not bad. Let me get a few things and It'll be back to normal shortly," the medicine cat mewed, before walking away.
Silverstorm sat down and waited, once again wondering what she was going to do next and thinking of the future.