Post by celestial on Sept 15, 2007 1:12:28 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Silverfeather
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Riverclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
15 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Silverfeather is a beautiful silvery she-cat. Her eyes are a light amber with a slight tint of green and they have a glint of judgement is always in them around strangers slightly calculating the other's movements and actions. Her build is a medium bone structure and slim limbs with a sleek pelt and medium water-proofed fur. A pale cream color streaks in and out of her fur in some places barely noticable, that is until sun raise or sunset when the dying or raising light brings out the color so brightly that it almost looks as if a pale cloud of shining light is surrounding her.
Now on to the other subjects of her description! Her voice has a slight ringing to it that seems to quietly mimick the trickling of water in a small stream. Her scent is slightly perfumed like grass after a fresh rain or a early night with mist covering the sparkling grasses of the forest. Her claws are never left unsharp but not nearly as sharp as her dagger white teeth. Her pelt's belly, chest, and paws tips are also a pure white contraacted from the other colors and that fur is the softest she has almost as soft as a rabbits.
[glow=green,2,300]Pictures:[/glow]
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i173.photobucket.com/albums/w69/casbraveheart12/316632679_ab6adf824f.jpg
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Silverfeather is calm and composed most of the time. She herself is not very humorous but she does have a love for those with humor and appreshiates it with her luagh remarkably like the ringing of an early morning stream. She is remarkably cunning at desiphiring another's personality simply from how they talk, the way they act, and how they treat others. She can usually have someone figured out within one ten minute period. She is excelent at observing the small things many would miss.
When it comes to her love life she hasn't really loved anyone as more than a friend except for a crush or two when she was a kit or apprentice. So obviously she has had no children though she enjoys watching the kits play-fight every now and then. She has had no apprentices eighther but can't wait to be assigned her first one. She is a brilliant fighter though she has one fualt, one claw from each of her paws is missing, a deformity she has had scince birth.
When irritated Silverfeather can get a little stern and snippy but you would have to really p*** her off to see her as much worse. At most times she is, as said earlier, calm and relaxed but sometimes she'll become hyper and spazzy wanting to take long runs and becoming very talkitive and happyily optomistic, at other times she is quiet and sullen hardly talking at all and avoiding others. In this way she herself has become so unpredictable that if she saw herself she wouldn't even be able to read her own next action.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Silver Feather watched as the strange cat walked past the bush she was hiding in. It was a loner she-cat by her scent and the way she held her body, cautious slow and diliberate. As the loner suddenly relaxed after scenting the wind that was coming from down wind of both of them Silverfeather learned that this loner wasn't very thorough and a bit reckles, probably a little younger then the size of her body hinted at. Watching further she saw the loner sit in a sun beam nearby and started to lick her paw. Obviously this loner was a bit vain of her obvious beauty and she took pride in being unscarred.
That was all the information Silverfeather would need, she now knew the loner's weakness. Dashing out of the bush, deliberatly stepping in some fresh muck on the way out, she chased the loner out of the Riverclan territory by scaring her off harmlessly with the mud on her paw being raised and flung close by the loner whenever she started to look back. This was the manner in which Silverfeather handled most intruders.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
blood
Silverfeather
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Riverclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
15 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Silverfeather is a beautiful silvery she-cat. Her eyes are a light amber with a slight tint of green and they have a glint of judgement is always in them around strangers slightly calculating the other's movements and actions. Her build is a medium bone structure and slim limbs with a sleek pelt and medium water-proofed fur. A pale cream color streaks in and out of her fur in some places barely noticable, that is until sun raise or sunset when the dying or raising light brings out the color so brightly that it almost looks as if a pale cloud of shining light is surrounding her.
Now on to the other subjects of her description! Her voice has a slight ringing to it that seems to quietly mimick the trickling of water in a small stream. Her scent is slightly perfumed like grass after a fresh rain or a early night with mist covering the sparkling grasses of the forest. Her claws are never left unsharp but not nearly as sharp as her dagger white teeth. Her pelt's belly, chest, and paws tips are also a pure white contraacted from the other colors and that fur is the softest she has almost as soft as a rabbits.
[glow=green,2,300]Pictures:[/glow]
i173.photobucket.com/albums/w69/casbraveheart12/316632682_631cda82bb.jpg
i173.photobucket.com/albums/w69/casbraveheart12/316632679_ab6adf824f.jpg
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Silverfeather is calm and composed most of the time. She herself is not very humorous but she does have a love for those with humor and appreshiates it with her luagh remarkably like the ringing of an early morning stream. She is remarkably cunning at desiphiring another's personality simply from how they talk, the way they act, and how they treat others. She can usually have someone figured out within one ten minute period. She is excelent at observing the small things many would miss.
When it comes to her love life she hasn't really loved anyone as more than a friend except for a crush or two when she was a kit or apprentice. So obviously she has had no children though she enjoys watching the kits play-fight every now and then. She has had no apprentices eighther but can't wait to be assigned her first one. She is a brilliant fighter though she has one fualt, one claw from each of her paws is missing, a deformity she has had scince birth.
When irritated Silverfeather can get a little stern and snippy but you would have to really p*** her off to see her as much worse. At most times she is, as said earlier, calm and relaxed but sometimes she'll become hyper and spazzy wanting to take long runs and becoming very talkitive and happyily optomistic, at other times she is quiet and sullen hardly talking at all and avoiding others. In this way she herself has become so unpredictable that if she saw herself she wouldn't even be able to read her own next action.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Silver Feather watched as the strange cat walked past the bush she was hiding in. It was a loner she-cat by her scent and the way she held her body, cautious slow and diliberate. As the loner suddenly relaxed after scenting the wind that was coming from down wind of both of them Silverfeather learned that this loner wasn't very thorough and a bit reckles, probably a little younger then the size of her body hinted at. Watching further she saw the loner sit in a sun beam nearby and started to lick her paw. Obviously this loner was a bit vain of her obvious beauty and she took pride in being unscarred.
That was all the information Silverfeather would need, she now knew the loner's weakness. Dashing out of the bush, deliberatly stepping in some fresh muck on the way out, she chased the loner out of the Riverclan territory by scaring her off harmlessly with the mud on her paw being raised and flung close by the loner whenever she started to look back. This was the manner in which Silverfeather handled most intruders.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
blood