Post by willowleaf on Apr 20, 2009 20:13:44 GMT -5
Name: Silverstrike
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Rogue
Rank: None
Eye Color: Saphire blue
Description:
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Rogue
Rank: None
Eye Color: Saphire blue
Description:
PICTURE:Personality:
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Silverstrike has short fur that is a silverish gray. Her under belly is light gray, but blends in with her body well. She has large paws and a long tail that is tipped black. She has dark saphire eyes that glow against her body making her a well feared cat. She has a pink nose that is outlined with black. Her muzzle is mostly white and where her whiskers come out it is striped black. She has a long and jagged scar on her right flank, and small black stripes all over her body.
She has a temper and does not like the clan's way of life. She is known for her fighting skills, and wants to bring down the clans. She is a smart and flexible she-cat and isn't afraid of anything. She has a soft spot for kits.History:
Silverstrike lost both her parents in a war between Forest Clan and a band of rogues. She was stolen in the fight and was taught by a rogue. The clan never came looking for her, and ever since then she grew up on her own. She has held a grudge on the clans because they left her stranded and beat up there, in the woods. Left to die, Silverstrike thought. When she was old enough, she gave herself a warrior name to mock the clans.RP Example:
Silverstrike was padding through the dark forest. She sniffed the air. No enemy cats around, and the prey was fast asleep. It was close to midnight, and Silverstrike hadn't slept in 2 days. This was normal for her because other rogues would come in to her hunting area and steal prey. After a quick run around the forest, she found a patch of leaves to curl up and sleep on. When sunrise came, she drowsily when to a near by stream to get a drink of water. While she was lapping up the ice cold water, a fox was creeping towards her. She didn't know untill it was too late. The fox had taken a swipe and knocked her into the stream. Silverstrike was paniking. The air in her lungs seemed to be frozen there. The water current was speeding up, the roaring river was engulping her. All she could see was white foam. Her vision was blacking out, but she felt her cold frigile body being flung into the air, and moments later, hit the cold, wet, water with a loud splash. Eventually, the currend carried her to the shore where Silverstrike lay there. Not daring to move. After 2 days, she got up. This time aware and alert of her surroundings. Also aware that evry cell in her body wa screaming in pain and protest, but she still walked on. She noticed that there was a long deep and bloody scratch on her right flank. She licked it clean and meowed to her self, "This scratch is from one mistake that al most killed you. I will never make that mistake again." It took her moons to recover and find the right herbs to heal her wounds, so she taught her self all about herbs. It was a difficult task, but when she was done with it, she was proud with herself.
