Post by silverfang on Jun 11, 2010 14:41:31 GMT -5
Name:: Silverfang
Gender:: Female
Age:: 22 moons
Clan/ Group:: DarkClan
Position:: Warrior
Description:: www.shimmerclaw-cats.co.uk/images/daisy1.jpg
Personality:: Silverfang is an exceptionally serious warrior, her clan always comes first and she tries not to go out of the code, though she protests against things she thinks is wrong. She is pretty friendly and happy most of the time but in battle she is very fierce and shows no mercy. She is very intelligent, too.
Family:: Her mother, Flowerleaf, died shortly after becoming an elder. Silverfang was born in the nursery, like most kits, during the day. Her father was killed by greencough, his name was Stoneclaw. She only has one litter mate; her sister Diamondfur.
History:: When Silverfang was 4 moons old her father was killed by greencough. Her mother, Flowerleaf, was devastated and didn't come out of the nursery much since then. When Silverfang was 5 moons old, her and Diamondkit snuck out of camp to explore. Silverfang stepped into a hole while chasing her sister and twisted her paw badly. Her paw didn't heal for a while and she was 1 moon late into her apprenticeship. When she was 9 moons old she became an apprentice. Her mother was becoming old and died shortly after becoming an elder. She has lived a pretty normal life since then.
RolePlay Sample::
Silverfang sniffed the air, bringing in the scents of the forest. The sun glimmered and dance don her pelt, lighting up the silver stripes lining her body. She smelled a mouse and she instinctively dropped into a hunters crouch, sniffing the air again to pinpoint exactly where it was. She saw it eating something next to a tree root. She lightly lifted a paw, gently placing it in front of her. Paw after paw after paw she slowly slithered about 2 tail lengths away from it.
She tensed, her back legs tight and ready to shoot out. She hooked her claws into the ground, launched herself into the air with her back legs and aimed for the mouse. She landed a paw on it, quickly gaining her strong footing and pressing its neck to the ground so it couldn't run. It's warm, furry body squirmed underneath her paws, squealing and trying to bite at her. She quickly jolted down, biting its neck with a satisfying crunch. She smiled and buried it so she could get it later, walking away through the trees to hunt more.
Gender:: Female
Age:: 22 moons
Clan/ Group:: DarkClan
Position:: Warrior
Description:: www.shimmerclaw-cats.co.uk/images/daisy1.jpg
Personality:: Silverfang is an exceptionally serious warrior, her clan always comes first and she tries not to go out of the code, though she protests against things she thinks is wrong. She is pretty friendly and happy most of the time but in battle she is very fierce and shows no mercy. She is very intelligent, too.
Family:: Her mother, Flowerleaf, died shortly after becoming an elder. Silverfang was born in the nursery, like most kits, during the day. Her father was killed by greencough, his name was Stoneclaw. She only has one litter mate; her sister Diamondfur.
History:: When Silverfang was 4 moons old her father was killed by greencough. Her mother, Flowerleaf, was devastated and didn't come out of the nursery much since then. When Silverfang was 5 moons old, her and Diamondkit snuck out of camp to explore. Silverfang stepped into a hole while chasing her sister and twisted her paw badly. Her paw didn't heal for a while and she was 1 moon late into her apprenticeship. When she was 9 moons old she became an apprentice. Her mother was becoming old and died shortly after becoming an elder. She has lived a pretty normal life since then.
RolePlay Sample::
Silverfang sniffed the air, bringing in the scents of the forest. The sun glimmered and dance don her pelt, lighting up the silver stripes lining her body. She smelled a mouse and she instinctively dropped into a hunters crouch, sniffing the air again to pinpoint exactly where it was. She saw it eating something next to a tree root. She lightly lifted a paw, gently placing it in front of her. Paw after paw after paw she slowly slithered about 2 tail lengths away from it.
She tensed, her back legs tight and ready to shoot out. She hooked her claws into the ground, launched herself into the air with her back legs and aimed for the mouse. She landed a paw on it, quickly gaining her strong footing and pressing its neck to the ground so it couldn't run. It's warm, furry body squirmed underneath her paws, squealing and trying to bite at her. She quickly jolted down, biting its neck with a satisfying crunch. She smiled and buried it so she could get it later, walking away through the trees to hunt more.