Post by Pika! on Jan 25, 2011 0:05:23 GMT
Cat's Name: Silverfrost
Cat's Age: 28 moons
Gender: Female
Alliance: Riverclan
Position: Warrior
Cat's Age: 28 moons
Gender: Female
Alliance: Riverclan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: Silverfrost is a lovely light gray she-cat with eyes like ice. There is white fur under her long whiskers. Her pelt is always neatly groomed because of the long wash she gives it. She has very gentle paws despite her long claws and powerful body that hides under her soft coat.
Personality: Silverfrost is a rather sweet leader and was always loyal to her leader when she was a warrior, deputy, and even in apprenticship. When matters get serious, though, so does she. She hates the fact that other clans think she is weak and is always willing to prove herself in battle. She has her own way of fighting, all gentlness gone. Though she is ready to injure cats, exiling them to Starclan is out of the question. She does beleive in her warrior ancestors and also beleives they have enough members already. When it comes to dreams from Starclan and the Moonpool, her strength and kindness is gone and is replaced by fear. Her ancestors are so much powerful then her, it frightens her, but not by fear. She is frightened by her loyalty.
History: The reason Silverfrost hates the idea of death is because of what happened when she was young. She was an apprentice and about to become a warrior when a single action ripped her life apart. One day, she and her brother, Owlpaw were roaming the camp together on a perfect day. When they had just settled down to eat some fresh-kill, a huge mass of cats raced into the camp and began to attack. Owlpaw was taken by surprised when two massive warriors bowled him over. Silverpaw began to fight with the rest of her clan, but the cats were too strong and the patrols weren't back yet. After some fierce and though fightning, she and Owlpaw were cornered by the Shadowclan deputy and a huge warrior called Falconclaw. After the patrols came back, all of the Shadowclan warriors were driven off. Owlpaw and Willowpaw had suffered severe injuries. Silverpaw survived, but it was too late for Owlpaw. The leader, Lightningstar, gave him and Silverpaw their warrior names as he left for Starclan. Silverfrost never forgot that battle, were she learned that not only did her brother die, but both her parents as well, and they haunted every pawstep of her life.
Roleplay Sample: A small gray body slithered forward, not making a noise as she pinpointed her prey. A mouse ahead was scuttling around in the ground, lookig for a morsel of food to munch on, though he wasn't aware of the danger the was right in front of his whiskers. There was a sudden swishing sound as a blurred figure shot towards it. The mouse began to run, but it was too late. It was dead before it could lift a foot. Silverpaw stood up and looked at her brother, Owlpaw, the fat mouse hanging from her jaws and pride in her eyes. "Now it's your turn!"
