Post by ironsides on Jun 2, 2009 19:25:06 GMT -5
Name: Silverstorm
Rank: Warrior
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: StreamClan
Clan relations:
Kin- Grasssong-sister-open; Blackwind-brother-open Parents-deceased (greencough)
Mate- Open
Apprentice- Open
Pelt: Silverstorm's pelt is almost a solid black, as dark as shadow and as smooth as a calm lake. It has a faint shine in it, giving it an almost ethereal glow in the faint light of the moon. The only disturbance in the color is a slightly lighter patch on her stomach, the remnants of what was once a silvery gray patch. She is a small and lithe cat, ideal for both swimming and running. If the cats of StreamClan ever fought anyone, she would be adept in it. Since the world has forgotten them at large, as they have it, war is unheard of outside of old tales. Her teeth are a pearly white, stark contrast to her pelt.
Eyes: Silverstorm's eyes are a deep and vibrant blue. They show through to a youthful and hyper spirit, bright and cheerful like the eyes you see it through.
Personality: As stated, Silverstorm is a happy and spirited cat, willing to take on any challenge given. Not only will she do it to the best of her ability, she will do it with a smile. Despite her almost bubbly nature, she does not talk much.Many might think of her as easy to manipulate do to her nature, but this is not so. She is tough to make friends with, as she has dealt with loss and betrayal before. A friend of hers is a friend for life. To top it off, she is extremely loyal to friends, and will gladly sacrifice herself if it will save a friend. If there is one thing she is more loyal to than a friend, it is the code. She would go out of her way to further the Clan, even if it means the death of herself or a sibling.
History: There is very little truly remarkable about Silverstorm's history. She was born in a litter of three. She was named Silverkit based on the bright gray patch on her stomach. As she grew, the patch faded, but her voice took over for her name. As she grew, her voice developed into a melodious chime that sounded; as if the metaphor wasn't overused as it is, like liquid silver, flowing through the songs that have become tradition in the Clan. Of course, her life wasn't all happiness and sunshine. Shortly after becoming an apprentice, one of her friends flipped. He was just one of those bad eggs, a messed up weirdo who enjoys inflicting pain on some deep inner level. Nobody could have predicted it, but Silverpaw was crushed. He had been her closest friend, and she berated herself constantly for not seeing any of the signs earlier. She became cold, reclusive, even antisocial. It took several moons for the pain to fade, and by the time it did, it was her warrior ceremony. Everyone expected something to happen, or at least for the act to be mechanical, but it wasn't. She had regained at least some of her friendliness, but only recently did she become as happy as she once was. She still guards against the hurt though, as she isn't the easiest to get as a friend since the incident.
Other: The siblings are totally open. Anyone who wants them can claim them, and they can look and act however you want them too. Feel free to get creative with the history as well, just try to make it coincide with mine.
Rank: Warrior
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: StreamClan
Clan relations:
Kin- Grasssong-sister-open; Blackwind-brother-open Parents-deceased (greencough)
Mate- Open
Apprentice- Open
Pelt: Silverstorm's pelt is almost a solid black, as dark as shadow and as smooth as a calm lake. It has a faint shine in it, giving it an almost ethereal glow in the faint light of the moon. The only disturbance in the color is a slightly lighter patch on her stomach, the remnants of what was once a silvery gray patch. She is a small and lithe cat, ideal for both swimming and running. If the cats of StreamClan ever fought anyone, she would be adept in it. Since the world has forgotten them at large, as they have it, war is unheard of outside of old tales. Her teeth are a pearly white, stark contrast to her pelt.
Eyes: Silverstorm's eyes are a deep and vibrant blue. They show through to a youthful and hyper spirit, bright and cheerful like the eyes you see it through.
Personality: As stated, Silverstorm is a happy and spirited cat, willing to take on any challenge given. Not only will she do it to the best of her ability, she will do it with a smile. Despite her almost bubbly nature, she does not talk much.Many might think of her as easy to manipulate do to her nature, but this is not so. She is tough to make friends with, as she has dealt with loss and betrayal before. A friend of hers is a friend for life. To top it off, she is extremely loyal to friends, and will gladly sacrifice herself if it will save a friend. If there is one thing she is more loyal to than a friend, it is the code. She would go out of her way to further the Clan, even if it means the death of herself or a sibling.
History: There is very little truly remarkable about Silverstorm's history. She was born in a litter of three. She was named Silverkit based on the bright gray patch on her stomach. As she grew, the patch faded, but her voice took over for her name. As she grew, her voice developed into a melodious chime that sounded; as if the metaphor wasn't overused as it is, like liquid silver, flowing through the songs that have become tradition in the Clan. Of course, her life wasn't all happiness and sunshine. Shortly after becoming an apprentice, one of her friends flipped. He was just one of those bad eggs, a messed up weirdo who enjoys inflicting pain on some deep inner level. Nobody could have predicted it, but Silverpaw was crushed. He had been her closest friend, and she berated herself constantly for not seeing any of the signs earlier. She became cold, reclusive, even antisocial. It took several moons for the pain to fade, and by the time it did, it was her warrior ceremony. Everyone expected something to happen, or at least for the act to be mechanical, but it wasn't. She had regained at least some of her friendliness, but only recently did she become as happy as she once was. She still guards against the hurt though, as she isn't the easiest to get as a friend since the incident.
Other: The siblings are totally open. Anyone who wants them can claim them, and they can look and act however you want them too. Feel free to get creative with the history as well, just try to make it coincide with mine.
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