Post by brightpaw on May 15, 2006 20:02:41 GMT -5
Name: Silvermoon
Clan:Thunderclan
Position: Warrior
Age: 14 moons
Gender: she-cat
Peltage: Silvermoon is an all white she-cat with a silver moon on her chest. She has blue eyes that resemble ice.
Picture: in siggy
Personality: Silvermoon is really nice. She has a kind heart but when anything threatens her clan she can be a threat to everyone. She loves to protect the ones she loves and is very loyal.
IC:
Code: SPRING
Clan:Thunderclan
Position: Warrior
Age: 14 moons
Gender: she-cat
Peltage: Silvermoon is an all white she-cat with a silver moon on her chest. She has blue eyes that resemble ice.
Picture: in siggy
Personality: Silvermoon is really nice. She has a kind heart but when anything threatens her clan she can be a threat to everyone. She loves to protect the ones she loves and is very loyal.
IC:
Silvermoon braced herself as she padded towards the river. Her heart pounding. Since there had been a slight difficulty with all the clans lately she was very aware of what went on around her while to bent to drink the sparkling water. The she-cats ice blue eyes sparkled as she scented another clans presence. She braced herself as she felt the weight of another worrior pull her to the side. She kicked despertly at the other cat. After she felt the other cat loosen it grip she struggled into an upright position. Staring at at the other cat she circled always keeping her front towards him incase he decided to try and attack her again. She then struck the cat as he tried to tried to distract her with a feigh. Silvermoon backed onto her territory and hissed at the other cat. The other worrior backed away and Silvermoon's attetion was directed to the sky. She loved the moon and everything about it. Its glow made her feel apart of it. Knowint that Starclan was watching her she traveled back to her clan home. Her paws making no sound through the dense leafed forest.
When Silvermoon came to a clearing in here territory she came across the scent of a vole. The rice senct drove her forward. Crouching down she stayed still until she could spot the vole through its movement in the grass and pounced. Killing it swiftly she picked it up and started her journey back to her camp. On the way she listened to the sounds of the trickling water and the soft whispers of the grass beneath her feet. Sundenlly Brookkit stumbled out on to the path. Since Silvermoon was so distracted by her wonderful surroundings she forgot that Brookkit liked to wonder off onto this path at this time of day. Silvermoon padded over and nudged Brookkit with her forepaw. What are you doing young kit? Silve asked, she couldn't help that a small smile come across her face while questioning the young she-kit. She wasn't more than one mooon old and already adventurous. Nothing. Brookkit replied looking toward the warrior with wide amber eyes. Maybe we should take you home young one. Silvermoon turned and once again started to head toward camp. Brookkit sighed but followed Silver, bouncing along with joy.
When Silvermoon came to a clearing in here territory she came across the scent of a vole. The rice senct drove her forward. Crouching down she stayed still until she could spot the vole through its movement in the grass and pounced. Killing it swiftly she picked it up and started her journey back to her camp. On the way she listened to the sounds of the trickling water and the soft whispers of the grass beneath her feet. Sundenlly Brookkit stumbled out on to the path. Since Silvermoon was so distracted by her wonderful surroundings she forgot that Brookkit liked to wonder off onto this path at this time of day. Silvermoon padded over and nudged Brookkit with her forepaw. What are you doing young kit? Silve asked, she couldn't help that a small smile come across her face while questioning the young she-kit. She wasn't more than one mooon old and already adventurous. Nothing. Brookkit replied looking toward the warrior with wide amber eyes. Maybe we should take you home young one. Silvermoon turned and once again started to head toward camp. Brookkit sighed but followed Silver, bouncing along with joy.
Code: SPRING