Post by Hannah / Silver on Mar 30, 2012 16:46:13 GMT -5
Name::
Silvertail
Gender::
Female / She-cat
Age::
17 moons
Clan/ Group::
RiverClan
Position::
New Warrior
Description::
Headshot
Body
Personality::
First meeting Silvertail, you would think she was against everyone by her angry demeanor that always hangs on her face; as well as her stiff, defensive posture. In a way, you could be right. She's always making snappy comments to the leader and senior warriors. You could almost say she loathes them, only Starclan knows why, though most could see she seethes with jealousy at their high status and respect among the other warriors. She wishes, more then anything, to become leader and be treated with all of that respect. Silvertail is always determined to do her best and prove the others that she is strong and deserves to have that respect. Beneath the supposed 'hate and anger', she has a caring and loyal heart. Silvertail is also quite flirtatious, but does it subtly so that it is not obvious. She hates being lonely more than anything, so she's always tripping head over heals for toms.
Family::
Stormchaser- Father, ran away from the clans after the death of Flower.
Flower- Mother, died shortly after giving birth.
Diamondkit- Sister, died of greencough
History::
When he was a brand new warrior, Stormchaser [Silvertail's father], met a kittypet on a patrol. It was almost like love at first sight, and they met up together every night that Stormchaser could get out of camp. One night, the kittypet [Flower] announced that she was going to have their kits. He was ecstatic and couldn't wait until the kits were born. The kits came unexpected on one of their meetings and it was a very painful process for her. She gave birth to two beautiful she-cats; a runt sized silver tabby and a light [almost white] grey tabby. Flower could not handle the kitting, and passed away shortly after. Stormchaser was devastated, but knew that he had to get the kits out of the cold forest. It had begun to snow by the time he got back to camp, and he was completely exhausted. He got the kits to the nursery and told the queens that he had found them while going for a late night hunt.
Three moons later, Diamondkit [the light grey tabby] caught greencough. Silverkit [the silver tabby] did not understand the sickness and urged her sister to wrestle with her. Diamondkit finally gave in and they tumbled around for a while until Diamondkit had to stop from a massive and violent coughing fit. Silverkit called her a baby and jumped on her, pushing her to the ground and pinning her down on her chest. It was too much for Diamondkit, and after another wave of coughing, she passed out and never woke up. Silverkit was blamed for her sister's death. She was held back from becoming an apprentice by three moons because of this.
Stormchaser could not handle any of this, and decided to leave the clans. He slipped away one night and never returned, leaving Silverkit to fend for herself against the flying accusations and angry glares shot at her from all directions.
When Silverkit finally became an apprentice, she felt more excitement and relief then she ever had. Silverpaw trained hard and always took her training to the next level to prove she was loyal and a great asset to the clan.
RolePlay Sample::
Silvertail eased herself from the Warrior's den, being careful not to step on anyone's tails. She stepped gingerly onto the ground outside and the cold seemed to spring from the ground and crawl up her leg like ants. She shivered and hissed in annoyance, gazing around at the fog. A drop of water plopped onto her muzzle and she glared up at the sky. The rain was still falling lightly, but was gradually letting up as the sun ascended higher into the sky. Silvertail padded groggily to the fresh kill pile and snagged a mouse, looking over it for a moment before taking it to the nursery. She poked her head into the den and crawled inside, growling angrily as she bumped her head on the roof, "Moonkit?" She called in a tired voice. "I brought you a mouse." Silvertail had always favored the young kit, especially since he was so confident, despite being blind. She lay down in one of the soft nests of the nursery, enjoying a break from the cold winds the blew non-stop outside.
Silvertail
Gender::
Female / She-cat
Age::
17 moons
Clan/ Group::
RiverClan
Position::
New Warrior
Description::
Headshot
Body
Personality::
First meeting Silvertail, you would think she was against everyone by her angry demeanor that always hangs on her face; as well as her stiff, defensive posture. In a way, you could be right. She's always making snappy comments to the leader and senior warriors. You could almost say she loathes them, only Starclan knows why, though most could see she seethes with jealousy at their high status and respect among the other warriors. She wishes, more then anything, to become leader and be treated with all of that respect. Silvertail is always determined to do her best and prove the others that she is strong and deserves to have that respect. Beneath the supposed 'hate and anger', she has a caring and loyal heart. Silvertail is also quite flirtatious, but does it subtly so that it is not obvious. She hates being lonely more than anything, so she's always tripping head over heals for toms.
Family::
Stormchaser- Father, ran away from the clans after the death of Flower.
Flower- Mother, died shortly after giving birth.
Diamondkit- Sister, died of greencough
History::
When he was a brand new warrior, Stormchaser [Silvertail's father], met a kittypet on a patrol. It was almost like love at first sight, and they met up together every night that Stormchaser could get out of camp. One night, the kittypet [Flower] announced that she was going to have their kits. He was ecstatic and couldn't wait until the kits were born. The kits came unexpected on one of their meetings and it was a very painful process for her. She gave birth to two beautiful she-cats; a runt sized silver tabby and a light [almost white] grey tabby. Flower could not handle the kitting, and passed away shortly after. Stormchaser was devastated, but knew that he had to get the kits out of the cold forest. It had begun to snow by the time he got back to camp, and he was completely exhausted. He got the kits to the nursery and told the queens that he had found them while going for a late night hunt.
Three moons later, Diamondkit [the light grey tabby] caught greencough. Silverkit [the silver tabby] did not understand the sickness and urged her sister to wrestle with her. Diamondkit finally gave in and they tumbled around for a while until Diamondkit had to stop from a massive and violent coughing fit. Silverkit called her a baby and jumped on her, pushing her to the ground and pinning her down on her chest. It was too much for Diamondkit, and after another wave of coughing, she passed out and never woke up. Silverkit was blamed for her sister's death. She was held back from becoming an apprentice by three moons because of this.
Stormchaser could not handle any of this, and decided to leave the clans. He slipped away one night and never returned, leaving Silverkit to fend for herself against the flying accusations and angry glares shot at her from all directions.
When Silverkit finally became an apprentice, she felt more excitement and relief then she ever had. Silverpaw trained hard and always took her training to the next level to prove she was loyal and a great asset to the clan.
RolePlay Sample::
Silvertail eased herself from the Warrior's den, being careful not to step on anyone's tails. She stepped gingerly onto the ground outside and the cold seemed to spring from the ground and crawl up her leg like ants. She shivered and hissed in annoyance, gazing around at the fog. A drop of water plopped onto her muzzle and she glared up at the sky. The rain was still falling lightly, but was gradually letting up as the sun ascended higher into the sky. Silvertail padded groggily to the fresh kill pile and snagged a mouse, looking over it for a moment before taking it to the nursery. She poked her head into the den and crawled inside, growling angrily as she bumped her head on the roof, "Moonkit?" She called in a tired voice. "I brought you a mouse." Silvertail had always favored the young kit, especially since he was so confident, despite being blind. She lay down in one of the soft nests of the nursery, enjoying a break from the cold winds the blew non-stop outside.
