Post by Silverpaw on Jun 13, 2013 18:20:38 GMT -6
Name: Silverkit >> Silverpaw >> Silverfur.
Clan: Thunderclan.
Rank: Apprentice.
Age: Nine Moons (Months).
Gender: Female (She-Cat).
Picture: Click here.
Description: Silverpaw is a pretty Thunderclan apprentice. Her fur is a bright shining white which shines silver in the light of the moon. She has a pink button nose, and paws, and very faint silver tabby stripes are bearly visable on her fur. No claw marks pierce her fur, nor does she have any missing eyes, ears, or bite marks. Lastly, Silverpaw's eyes are a bright golden, which gleam eagerly, and full of cleverness.
Personality: Silverpaw is a very eager, fun loving, and hyper active apprentice. She is always asking questions, and looking to prove her loyalty, and bravery to her clan. Sometimes, she can be a bit annoying, and get on other cat's nerves, but she can't help it, because of how curious, and friendly she is. It is rare to see her looking upset, and if she is, then something is wrong. She will never hesitate to attack the enemy, and can burst into a firey temper if provoked enough. Silverpaw also loves hunt, go to gatherings, and learning about her clan. She also believes strongly in Starclan.
History: Silverpaw was born inside an abandoned shed, her mother a rouge cat, and her father unknown to her. Her mother couldn't look after her, because she grew ill shortly after childbirth, and wanting the kit to have a good life, she left her in Thunderclan territory. This was not long after the war happened, and the clan was in great need of members, so they took her in, naming the cat Moonkit, because of her lightly coloured fur. She grew up thinking she was born in Thunderclan, not knowing what truly happened. No one told her, and still no one has. When she was old enough, Moonkit was proclaimed Moonpaw, and she became an apprentice. Moonpaw is still training to be a warrior.
Role Play Example: The eyes of the apprentice gleamed as she looked onwards through the bushes, the strong scent of mouse causing her jaws to water. She could now see it. The tiny grey creature was nibbling at a seed, unaware of the watching cat. Licking her lips eagerly, Silverpaw began to stalk towards the mouse, her haunches rocking side to side with effort. The apprentice then prepared to spring. She pushed herself of off her hind legs, and propelled herself towards the mouse. The animal emitted a loud squeak, ducking for cover. But it was to late, the mouse was quickly clamped between the pretty she-cat's jaws, fresh blood staining it's mattered fur. Holding her head high, the young feline thought proudly to herself, 'I'll take this back to camp.' With a mew, she then began to prance off towards where her clan's camp lay, flicking her tail side to side.
