Post by scorn on Oct 4, 2006 19:55:12 GMT -5
Name:
Silvershadow
Clan:
Shadowclan
Position:
Warrior
Age: 10 moons
Gender:she-cat
Peltage:
She has a silver coloured pelt that darkens in the shadows to the colour of darkness. She has excelent hearing,for her ears are long and slender, giving the imprestion of a Windclan cat. Her tail is long and straight, always in the air in a proud postion. She has deep amber eyes,beaghtiful, but deadly. If you look into hem, you see the pain tha cas have brough on her, the death of all and the hate and rage she has burid for the sake of her clan. And like mos silver cats, she has darker silver lines through her silver pelt.
Picture:
Personality:
Silvershadow is hard cat o get along with, because she donst alk o ever cat there is. She hates large meetings and Gatherings, so she only goes when she needs to.Mos cats think shes like his because of her nature, but looking ino her eyes, the hate and pain there is easy to see.She attacks whithou pity or mercy, and goes for the strogngest. She hate love anfd good, but will do anything to prove she is clan-worthy, and not a mistake made by her parents.
IC:
Silvershadow stalked through he mud, fluing out her back paws as she went. She hated the mud, but yet,at he same time, she loved it.
She felt the sars of the oher ccats on the huning patrol, untrusting and hateful. She walked on ahead, no caring at all.She flicked forward the ears ha were usually flat on her silver skull, and crouched. She could ell the two other warriors behind her stiffen. She pounced without pinpoining the squirrel. She landed on it, dispatching it wih a skillful bite on the neck.She picked it up in her jaws, and rotted back, ears agin on her skull.She jogged off to camp, for at leaf-bare, she waned to get his o the queens soon.
Silvershadow heard her name, and a fuzzy cat jumped on her. She hrew i poff and ran, no knowing why she didn fight this new comer. She tried to jump into a tree, but missed and fell on her side, then quickly got up and ran from he presuing tom. She ried then to ring the alarm but failed, and only a slight mew of a kit sounded from her mouth. She ran into the forest, her claws scrpping bare rock. She looked around, and stopped and so did the trom, who backed away. She wasnt in Shadowclan anymore. Around her were rocks, piled up so high, they ook her breath away. She padded forward, then felt the rocks crumble underneath her delicate silver paws.She let out a squeak of error, then fel her body fall. She saw balckness, then nothing.Then she fel a sarp prodd.
Her head snapped up and she looked at the depuy standing over her hen relized the dream. She struggled up, and walked out of the den, and heard he cas go back to sleep. She took her place by the camp entrace, laying down with her head on her paws. She resumed the wonderious dream of death.
Code:
SPRING
Silvershadow
Clan:
Shadowclan
Position:
Warrior
Age: 10 moons
Gender:she-cat
Peltage:
She has a silver coloured pelt that darkens in the shadows to the colour of darkness. She has excelent hearing,for her ears are long and slender, giving the imprestion of a Windclan cat. Her tail is long and straight, always in the air in a proud postion. She has deep amber eyes,beaghtiful, but deadly. If you look into hem, you see the pain tha cas have brough on her, the death of all and the hate and rage she has burid for the sake of her clan. And like mos silver cats, she has darker silver lines through her silver pelt.
Picture:
Personality:
Silvershadow is hard cat o get along with, because she donst alk o ever cat there is. She hates large meetings and Gatherings, so she only goes when she needs to.Mos cats think shes like his because of her nature, but looking ino her eyes, the hate and pain there is easy to see.She attacks whithou pity or mercy, and goes for the strogngest. She hate love anfd good, but will do anything to prove she is clan-worthy, and not a mistake made by her parents.
IC:
Silvershadow stalked through he mud, fluing out her back paws as she went. She hated the mud, but yet,at he same time, she loved it.
She felt the sars of the oher ccats on the huning patrol, untrusting and hateful. She walked on ahead, no caring at all.She flicked forward the ears ha were usually flat on her silver skull, and crouched. She could ell the two other warriors behind her stiffen. She pounced without pinpoining the squirrel. She landed on it, dispatching it wih a skillful bite on the neck.She picked it up in her jaws, and rotted back, ears agin on her skull.She jogged off to camp, for at leaf-bare, she waned to get his o the queens soon.
Silvershadow heard her name, and a fuzzy cat jumped on her. She hrew i poff and ran, no knowing why she didn fight this new comer. She tried to jump into a tree, but missed and fell on her side, then quickly got up and ran from he presuing tom. She ried then to ring the alarm but failed, and only a slight mew of a kit sounded from her mouth. She ran into the forest, her claws scrpping bare rock. She looked around, and stopped and so did the trom, who backed away. She wasnt in Shadowclan anymore. Around her were rocks, piled up so high, they ook her breath away. She padded forward, then felt the rocks crumble underneath her delicate silver paws.She let out a squeak of error, then fel her body fall. She saw balckness, then nothing.Then she fel a sarp prodd.
Her head snapped up and she looked at the depuy standing over her hen relized the dream. She struggled up, and walked out of the den, and heard he cas go back to sleep. She took her place by the camp entrace, laying down with her head on her paws. She resumed the wonderious dream of death.
Code:
SPRING