Post by Snowflower on Jun 3, 2006 0:32:52 GMT -5
Name:
Silentbrook
Position:
Warrior
Clan:
Thunder Clan
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
14 Moons
Picture (Optional):
Physical Description:
Silentbrook is a rather stunning she-cat whose silver fur glows in a heavenly fashion. She is a tabby, and throughout her silver coat is stripes of slightly darker silvery-gray which helps others' eyes be able to adjust to her She has Eyes of a sparkling blue Ocean,enhancing the she-cat's already breath-taking looks although she is gentle, when angered her eyes glow fiercely, almost searing whoever comes into their firey gaze. Blue is the hottest brand of fire. Just by looking at Silentbrook, one may think she is quite frail and an easy subject to fight, which is terribly wrong. Her size is very unimpressive, seeing as she looks like a young apprentice, and the femme and /very/ slender to top it off. Those who underestimate her strength because of this will soon find out that they are terribly wrong.
Personality:
This she-cat is incredibly out going and un-afraid to speak what is on her mind. Whenever there is a stuffy social situation, it will be her that breaks the ice or tries to, by speaking to every other cat that time will allow. After these cats find out that her name is Silentbrook, they are completely stunned. Silent does not fit her in the least bit. If there is something on this beautiful warrior's mind, she will not keep it in, but rather blurt it out .. usually at the wrong times. Because of this, her tongue may seem rather sharp. She is not one to lie, just so that she may spare some fellow feline's feelings, Silentbrook will always tell it like it is.
Though by just speaking with her you could not tell, but this silver warrior is quite sensative. If someone says the wrong thing to her, it could cause her to completely blow her lid and go completely insane on them, yowling at the top of her lungs. Plus, she is not one to forgive easily, but may hold grudges for moons. Also, if angered or put into a defense mode, barbed comments will begin flying randomly out of her mouth. No cat is safe from her stinging brand of verbal abuse. After all is said and done, however, Silentbrook is a very kind femme at heart. She loves to help out whenever possible and simply adores kittens.
History:
Born to a queen by the name of Frostedsky, this feline always felt as if she belonged in Thunderclan. Even as a young kitten her name proved to be untrue, for as soon as she learned to speak, Silentkit never shut-up. Her name would have fit her sister, Shykit, much better. Although she was not shy in the least bit, she remained silent for the most part. At a very young age the kitten fell ill, and soon lost her hearing and became self-consious of how odd her speaking voice must have sounded.. but she developed like a normal kitten whose other senses were much keener than usual, even though the Medicine Cat predicted her death or inability to be trained.
At the ripe old age of six moons, both kits were surprisiningly apprenticed. Yes, both .. even Shypaw with her hearing imparment. She and Silentpaw were inseperable, so they convinced their mentors to train them together. Learning much from eachother and their different styles of hunting and fighting, the kittens progressed quickly. The silver tabby loved to be out on her own, even away from her sister, and she was the one who witnessed Frostedsky sneaking off ThunderClan terratory, and was never seen by any of her Clan mates again. Both kittens were upset by this, but it took Silentpaw a much longer time to get over her disappearance.
Four moons of training went by for the sisters, and still no word of a warrior ceremony. Silentpaw began to get frustrated by this, though her sister was perfectly content. The stunning she-cat began training harder and tried to show off her moved infront of the influencial cats of the Clan, though none seemed to take notice. Finally, the aging apprentice lost all patience and confronted her mentor, who agreed with her and said he would speak to her leader. Within the next quarter moon she and her sister recieved their warrior names of Shyheart and Silentbrook.
IC:
Pale moonlight filtered through the swaying leaves of the warrior's den, setting quite a melancholy scene. It was natural, of course, for any cat to miss the summer nights, when the moon cast happy, dancing shadows instead of ones made of ice. This dim light reflected coldly on the barren wasteland that was the forest during leaf-bare, a skelatal and depressing shell of what it once was and soon would become again. Awakened by the sound of rustling leaves, eyes of a frigid blue spectra flashed in the enveloping darkness. Silentbrook layed for countless moments in her nest, peering at the moon which hung shallow in the star-spotted sky, trying without success to fall back asleep.
Finally the ghost-like she-cat realized slumber would not come for the rest of this evening, she stretched her sleep-weary limbs and made her way gingerly to the clearing of camp. Nighttime was always her time, when no other cat could bother her or cause her fury to rise in any way, it was Silentbrook's time to think without any disruptions. Ever since she was a small kitten she had been particularly fond of the darkness, and unlike most, she was never afraid of it. What ever was there during the day was, for the most part, there in the night. True, things could be lurking around any corner, but it did not bother her. The moon was her one chance at peace.
Code word:Spring
(It took forever to do this)
Silentbrook
Position:
Warrior
Clan:
Thunder Clan
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
14 Moons
Picture (Optional):
Physical Description:
Silentbrook is a rather stunning she-cat whose silver fur glows in a heavenly fashion. She is a tabby, and throughout her silver coat is stripes of slightly darker silvery-gray which helps others' eyes be able to adjust to her She has Eyes of a sparkling blue Ocean,enhancing the she-cat's already breath-taking looks although she is gentle, when angered her eyes glow fiercely, almost searing whoever comes into their firey gaze. Blue is the hottest brand of fire. Just by looking at Silentbrook, one may think she is quite frail and an easy subject to fight, which is terribly wrong. Her size is very unimpressive, seeing as she looks like a young apprentice, and the femme and /very/ slender to top it off. Those who underestimate her strength because of this will soon find out that they are terribly wrong.
Personality:
This she-cat is incredibly out going and un-afraid to speak what is on her mind. Whenever there is a stuffy social situation, it will be her that breaks the ice or tries to, by speaking to every other cat that time will allow. After these cats find out that her name is Silentbrook, they are completely stunned. Silent does not fit her in the least bit. If there is something on this beautiful warrior's mind, she will not keep it in, but rather blurt it out .. usually at the wrong times. Because of this, her tongue may seem rather sharp. She is not one to lie, just so that she may spare some fellow feline's feelings, Silentbrook will always tell it like it is.
Though by just speaking with her you could not tell, but this silver warrior is quite sensative. If someone says the wrong thing to her, it could cause her to completely blow her lid and go completely insane on them, yowling at the top of her lungs. Plus, she is not one to forgive easily, but may hold grudges for moons. Also, if angered or put into a defense mode, barbed comments will begin flying randomly out of her mouth. No cat is safe from her stinging brand of verbal abuse. After all is said and done, however, Silentbrook is a very kind femme at heart. She loves to help out whenever possible and simply adores kittens.
History:
Born to a queen by the name of Frostedsky, this feline always felt as if she belonged in Thunderclan. Even as a young kitten her name proved to be untrue, for as soon as she learned to speak, Silentkit never shut-up. Her name would have fit her sister, Shykit, much better. Although she was not shy in the least bit, she remained silent for the most part. At a very young age the kitten fell ill, and soon lost her hearing and became self-consious of how odd her speaking voice must have sounded.. but she developed like a normal kitten whose other senses were much keener than usual, even though the Medicine Cat predicted her death or inability to be trained.
At the ripe old age of six moons, both kits were surprisiningly apprenticed. Yes, both .. even Shypaw with her hearing imparment. She and Silentpaw were inseperable, so they convinced their mentors to train them together. Learning much from eachother and their different styles of hunting and fighting, the kittens progressed quickly. The silver tabby loved to be out on her own, even away from her sister, and she was the one who witnessed Frostedsky sneaking off ThunderClan terratory, and was never seen by any of her Clan mates again. Both kittens were upset by this, but it took Silentpaw a much longer time to get over her disappearance.
Four moons of training went by for the sisters, and still no word of a warrior ceremony. Silentpaw began to get frustrated by this, though her sister was perfectly content. The stunning she-cat began training harder and tried to show off her moved infront of the influencial cats of the Clan, though none seemed to take notice. Finally, the aging apprentice lost all patience and confronted her mentor, who agreed with her and said he would speak to her leader. Within the next quarter moon she and her sister recieved their warrior names of Shyheart and Silentbrook.
IC:
Pale moonlight filtered through the swaying leaves of the warrior's den, setting quite a melancholy scene. It was natural, of course, for any cat to miss the summer nights, when the moon cast happy, dancing shadows instead of ones made of ice. This dim light reflected coldly on the barren wasteland that was the forest during leaf-bare, a skelatal and depressing shell of what it once was and soon would become again. Awakened by the sound of rustling leaves, eyes of a frigid blue spectra flashed in the enveloping darkness. Silentbrook layed for countless moments in her nest, peering at the moon which hung shallow in the star-spotted sky, trying without success to fall back asleep.
Finally the ghost-like she-cat realized slumber would not come for the rest of this evening, she stretched her sleep-weary limbs and made her way gingerly to the clearing of camp. Nighttime was always her time, when no other cat could bother her or cause her fury to rise in any way, it was Silentbrook's time to think without any disruptions. Ever since she was a small kitten she had been particularly fond of the darkness, and unlike most, she was never afraid of it. What ever was there during the day was, for the most part, there in the night. True, things could be lurking around any corner, but it did not bother her. The moon was her one chance at peace.
Code word:Spring
(It took forever to do this)
