Post by silvermist on Dec 10, 2007 0:08:22 GMT -5
Name: Silvermist
Gender: she-cat.
Clan: Needleclan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 14 moons.
Short Description: Silver-grey she-cat with blue eyes
Appearance:
Silvermist is a slender, small she-cat. Her her muscular legs rippling beneath silver-grey fur when she crouched, ready to attack unsuspecting foes. Her small size helping her creep around, as she slide invisibily from one place to the next, aware of everything around her. her soft, sturdy paws help her move stealthly, her claws digging into the hard ground for support. Her dagger sharp teeth ripping apart prey in seconds, shining a blood-stained ivory in the light.
Her grey fur shines silver in the light, sparkling. Yet, her disheaveled appearence from the many battles she has fought and the hardships she has overcome, makes her look old and weary. Her right ear is torn from a vicious battle. Yet through all the obstacles she has faced, she remains young and vibrant, her speed never faltering. She runs like the wind over hard, disheaveled terrain. Her slender body makes it so she has little strength, but her agile speed makes up for that flaw.
Her blue eyes shine like the pelt of starclan. They sparkle with a kind innocence and a determined wisdom beyond her years. The fur on her chest and underbelly is a pure, snow white, contrasting her dark eyes. Her eyes are clouded over with uncertainty, for a hidden past, a shady future. Yet, her eyes glint with a wild happiness. Her long tail has a scrawny, ruffled look to it from too many battles.
Personality:
Silvermist is an extremly shy cat. She does not like to talk, and takes a long time to become comfortable around anyone. Yet, there are a select few that she chooses to become close to, and to those few cats, she is friendly and affectionate. She is very wise but keeps things to herself for the most part. She is very loyal to her clan and would die to defend them, but sometimes cats cannot see that, since she is so quiet and reserved.
She is not very strong. Although she has muscular legs, she is skin and bone everywhere else, a lithe silver skeleton sliding around the forest like mist. Yet, her muscular legs allow her to be quick and agile. During a fight she is quick on her feet, never staying in the same spot for more then a few seconds. She ducks and weaves around her foe, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. When it comes, she lunges out, a strike of silver lightning, attacker her foe. She is not the best fighter, but she works hard to help her clan.
Silvermist is a very cautious cat. She always thinks before she does anything, this is a flaw for her, especially in battle. For, she thinks when she should act during a fight that could endanger her life. Yet, she always manages to defeat her foe in the end. Her careful attitude benefits her somewhat, especially in hunting. She stalks her prey like she is gliding across the ground, like mist clinging to the air, moving silently across the forest.
History:
Silvermist's father, Stoneclaw, has dark grey fur, his dark blue eyes glowing mystically. Her mother, Snowangel, has pure, snow white fur that glistens silver in the light. She got half of her mom's pelt and half of her dad's, a mix of white and grey. Yet, she has her mom's personality. She was born the oldest of three siblings. Her brothers, Snowstorm and Rockfur are both younger then her and although she was the only she-cat of the three, she had always felt a certain responsibility towards them.
As a kit, she was very quiet and reserved. She rarely played at all. Instead, she watched the other cats, while lying by her mothers side. Her father despised her, though her worthless, pathetic. Yet, her mother seemed to enjoy her peacefur tranquility. A fierce battle raged on with Hiddenclan, because no one could find who else to blame. In one fight, her father was badly injured. He died the next day. Despite her father's hatred towards her, she had found the heart to grieve for him. Now all she has left are her mother and her two annoying brothers.
As an apprentice she worked hard to learn the ways of Needleclan. Yet, during her leisure time she stayed away from the other cats, ate alone, groomed alone. Her mother grew worrried about her and brought over two apprentices for her to meet, a tom and a she-cat. Eventually, through much persuasion she became friends with them. Now her and the she-cat are inseperable and the tom and her eventually became mates. Yet, she still has trouble getting to know other cats.
Rp sample: Blood red eyes shone brightly in the darkness. The stars glistened in the velvet blue sky, ever watchful, yet not prepared for what would happen tonight. Suddenly, the blood red eyes moved into the piercing moonlight, the cats black pelt shining silver in the light's basking glow. With a flick of his sleek, black tail, other cats flooded into the clearing, as if they had been formed out of the surrounding bushes. He turned towards the cats, confidence radiating in his eyes. He padded away, the other cats following, enclosed again in the surrounding darkness, feeling comfort in the empty silence of the night.
***
Silvermist lay in the moonlit clearing, her silver fur sparkling. She groomed her tired paws, a hard days work had taken a toll on her. Suddenly light blazed in front of her dark blue eyes, a yowl of suprise issuing from her dry throat. Red-orange flames licked at the surrounding bracken. Tired heads looked sleepily out of their dens, then becoming wide-eyed in suprise, popped back inside to wake the others. Panic flooded the clearing, cats scrambling everywhere. A cat stood on the highrock, his muscular form casting a menacing shadow. With a flick of h is broad tail, silence elapsed. No eyes blinked as his deep, booming voice shook the forest. " All cats will proceed to the river!" He yowled, jumping down in one fluid motion. When he was done, the cats flooded with organized chaos out of their camp, eyes wide with terror, taking refuge by a fast flowing river. Red-orange flames reflected in malicious, blood-red eyes, a wicked smile playing on a jet black face. With a flick of his sleep tail, the cats slid fluidly back into the undergrowth, unseen, unheard, invisible in the blackness of the night.
Gender: she-cat.
Clan: Needleclan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 14 moons.
Short Description: Silver-grey she-cat with blue eyes
Appearance:
Silvermist is a slender, small she-cat. Her her muscular legs rippling beneath silver-grey fur when she crouched, ready to attack unsuspecting foes. Her small size helping her creep around, as she slide invisibily from one place to the next, aware of everything around her. her soft, sturdy paws help her move stealthly, her claws digging into the hard ground for support. Her dagger sharp teeth ripping apart prey in seconds, shining a blood-stained ivory in the light.
Her grey fur shines silver in the light, sparkling. Yet, her disheaveled appearence from the many battles she has fought and the hardships she has overcome, makes her look old and weary. Her right ear is torn from a vicious battle. Yet through all the obstacles she has faced, she remains young and vibrant, her speed never faltering. She runs like the wind over hard, disheaveled terrain. Her slender body makes it so she has little strength, but her agile speed makes up for that flaw.
Her blue eyes shine like the pelt of starclan. They sparkle with a kind innocence and a determined wisdom beyond her years. The fur on her chest and underbelly is a pure, snow white, contrasting her dark eyes. Her eyes are clouded over with uncertainty, for a hidden past, a shady future. Yet, her eyes glint with a wild happiness. Her long tail has a scrawny, ruffled look to it from too many battles.
Personality:
Silvermist is an extremly shy cat. She does not like to talk, and takes a long time to become comfortable around anyone. Yet, there are a select few that she chooses to become close to, and to those few cats, she is friendly and affectionate. She is very wise but keeps things to herself for the most part. She is very loyal to her clan and would die to defend them, but sometimes cats cannot see that, since she is so quiet and reserved.
She is not very strong. Although she has muscular legs, she is skin and bone everywhere else, a lithe silver skeleton sliding around the forest like mist. Yet, her muscular legs allow her to be quick and agile. During a fight she is quick on her feet, never staying in the same spot for more then a few seconds. She ducks and weaves around her foe, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. When it comes, she lunges out, a strike of silver lightning, attacker her foe. She is not the best fighter, but she works hard to help her clan.
Silvermist is a very cautious cat. She always thinks before she does anything, this is a flaw for her, especially in battle. For, she thinks when she should act during a fight that could endanger her life. Yet, she always manages to defeat her foe in the end. Her careful attitude benefits her somewhat, especially in hunting. She stalks her prey like she is gliding across the ground, like mist clinging to the air, moving silently across the forest.
History:
Silvermist's father, Stoneclaw, has dark grey fur, his dark blue eyes glowing mystically. Her mother, Snowangel, has pure, snow white fur that glistens silver in the light. She got half of her mom's pelt and half of her dad's, a mix of white and grey. Yet, she has her mom's personality. She was born the oldest of three siblings. Her brothers, Snowstorm and Rockfur are both younger then her and although she was the only she-cat of the three, she had always felt a certain responsibility towards them.
As a kit, she was very quiet and reserved. She rarely played at all. Instead, she watched the other cats, while lying by her mothers side. Her father despised her, though her worthless, pathetic. Yet, her mother seemed to enjoy her peacefur tranquility. A fierce battle raged on with Hiddenclan, because no one could find who else to blame. In one fight, her father was badly injured. He died the next day. Despite her father's hatred towards her, she had found the heart to grieve for him. Now all she has left are her mother and her two annoying brothers.
As an apprentice she worked hard to learn the ways of Needleclan. Yet, during her leisure time she stayed away from the other cats, ate alone, groomed alone. Her mother grew worrried about her and brought over two apprentices for her to meet, a tom and a she-cat. Eventually, through much persuasion she became friends with them. Now her and the she-cat are inseperable and the tom and her eventually became mates. Yet, she still has trouble getting to know other cats.
Rp sample: Blood red eyes shone brightly in the darkness. The stars glistened in the velvet blue sky, ever watchful, yet not prepared for what would happen tonight. Suddenly, the blood red eyes moved into the piercing moonlight, the cats black pelt shining silver in the light's basking glow. With a flick of his sleek, black tail, other cats flooded into the clearing, as if they had been formed out of the surrounding bushes. He turned towards the cats, confidence radiating in his eyes. He padded away, the other cats following, enclosed again in the surrounding darkness, feeling comfort in the empty silence of the night.
***
Silvermist lay in the moonlit clearing, her silver fur sparkling. She groomed her tired paws, a hard days work had taken a toll on her. Suddenly light blazed in front of her dark blue eyes, a yowl of suprise issuing from her dry throat. Red-orange flames licked at the surrounding bracken. Tired heads looked sleepily out of their dens, then becoming wide-eyed in suprise, popped back inside to wake the others. Panic flooded the clearing, cats scrambling everywhere. A cat stood on the highrock, his muscular form casting a menacing shadow. With a flick of h is broad tail, silence elapsed. No eyes blinked as his deep, booming voice shook the forest. " All cats will proceed to the river!" He yowled, jumping down in one fluid motion. When he was done, the cats flooded with organized chaos out of their camp, eyes wide with terror, taking refuge by a fast flowing river. Red-orange flames reflected in malicious, blood-red eyes, a wicked smile playing on a jet black face. With a flick of his sleep tail, the cats slid fluidly back into the undergrowth, unseen, unheard, invisible in the blackness of the night.