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Post by >>[S]ilver on Dec 30, 2007 9:39:35 GMT -5
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Name:
Silverdrop
Gender:
Female
Clan:
ThunderClan
Rank:
Warrior
Love life:
Open
History:
Silverdrop was born to a totally different life than a warrior. About as different as one can get. You may have just guessed: Silverdrop was born a kittypet. Her name was Petals, a pure bred silver abbysian. When she was five months old, she saw her brother Cam being taken away in a monster. Then, her sister went. She didnt want to leave her home, and in doing so she ran away. She ran and ran, through feilds and rivers, over hills. For three days she ran. Then, one day, she fell. She tumbeled down a hill and because of lack of food, she fell uncontious. W@hen she awoke, she lay in a small den smelling of herbs and cats, and has lived with ThunderClan ever since.
Discription (long):
Lithle grace
Since her time with the twolegs, Silverdrop has transformed from a small apprentice to a beautifull she-cat. Her bright silver pelt shines white in the moonlight. Lying upon the silver of her pelt is darker silver tabby markings. Her tail is very long, and her ice blue eyes can burry deep into any soul to extract anything she might look for.
Silverdrop has honed her fighting skills from apprenticeship, sneeking out ay night under the cover of darkness. They are amazing. She can take on any amount of warriors, and almost always win. Under her silver pelt is a structure that may seem very small and dainty, but she is far from that. She is filled with muscle, and willing to fight.
Description (short):
Silver shorthair with ice blue eyes.
RP example:
Laying in her moss bed, a small ginger she-kit was cuddeled up with herself, paws twiching in dreams.
Firekit looked around the clearing. Cats were looking up at her as she looked down at them, above them for some reason. Am I dead? She thought, eyes widening. She picked up one paw and licked it, realizing she was not dead, nor was she the kit she had gone to sleep as. She was a full grown queen, looking upon the clan that she lead. Her father was in the backround, sitting next to her dead sister and mother. "Mother! Father!" She called as they started to fade away, the breeze dullining, she was growing smaller again...
Firekit jerked awake, drenched in a cold sweat. She grimised as she realized she was no longer 'Firestar', but once again plain ol' Firekit. She hissed and streched. This was getting annoying. This had to be the hundreth time she had this dream, knew it ment something and had no idea what it ment!
But Firekit knew, and thought of it with a frown, that slave cats-all cats, not just warriors- were NEVER to have prophetic dreams. NEVER. So she couldn't even ask about it. She growled to herself and followed the sent of her fellow slaves. She shook the dampness and moss out of her pelt. She put on a fake smile and went to sit next to Skykit. She looked over at Hawkpaw. "Whats going on?" She asked, blinking the sleep out of her eyes and looking around the dark, dreary cave.
Name:
Silverdrop
Gender:
Female
Clan:
ThunderClan
Rank:
Warrior
Love life:
Open
History:
Silverdrop was born to a totally different life than a warrior. About as different as one can get. You may have just guessed: Silverdrop was born a kittypet. Her name was Petals, a pure bred silver abbysian. When she was five months old, she saw her brother Cam being taken away in a monster. Then, her sister went. She didnt want to leave her home, and in doing so she ran away. She ran and ran, through feilds and rivers, over hills. For three days she ran. Then, one day, she fell. She tumbeled down a hill and because of lack of food, she fell uncontious. W@hen she awoke, she lay in a small den smelling of herbs and cats, and has lived with ThunderClan ever since.
Discription (long):
Lithle grace
Since her time with the twolegs, Silverdrop has transformed from a small apprentice to a beautifull she-cat. Her bright silver pelt shines white in the moonlight. Lying upon the silver of her pelt is darker silver tabby markings. Her tail is very long, and her ice blue eyes can burry deep into any soul to extract anything she might look for.
Silverdrop has honed her fighting skills from apprenticeship, sneeking out ay night under the cover of darkness. They are amazing. She can take on any amount of warriors, and almost always win. Under her silver pelt is a structure that may seem very small and dainty, but she is far from that. She is filled with muscle, and willing to fight.
Description (short):
Silver shorthair with ice blue eyes.
RP example:
Laying in her moss bed, a small ginger she-kit was cuddeled up with herself, paws twiching in dreams.
Firekit looked around the clearing. Cats were looking up at her as she looked down at them, above them for some reason. Am I dead? She thought, eyes widening. She picked up one paw and licked it, realizing she was not dead, nor was she the kit she had gone to sleep as. She was a full grown queen, looking upon the clan that she lead. Her father was in the backround, sitting next to her dead sister and mother. "Mother! Father!" She called as they started to fade away, the breeze dullining, she was growing smaller again...
Firekit jerked awake, drenched in a cold sweat. She grimised as she realized she was no longer 'Firestar', but once again plain ol' Firekit. She hissed and streched. This was getting annoying. This had to be the hundreth time she had this dream, knew it ment something and had no idea what it ment!
But Firekit knew, and thought of it with a frown, that slave cats-all cats, not just warriors- were NEVER to have prophetic dreams. NEVER. So she couldn't even ask about it. She growled to herself and followed the sent of her fellow slaves. She shook the dampness and moss out of her pelt. She put on a fake smile and went to sit next to Skykit. She looked over at Hawkpaw. "Whats going on?" She asked, blinking the sleep out of her eyes and looking around the dark, dreary cave.