Post by Shadestar on Jun 19, 2007 12:08:22 GMT -5
Silvermoon
Gender:
She-Cat
Age:
36 Moons
Clan:
Thunder
Postion:
Warrior
Description/Picture:
Silvermoon is a beautiful silver tabby, is dark grey strips on her silver pelt. She's rather skinny for a young female. Her eyes are a striking blue which is strange for a cat like her. Her mother thought she would be deaf or blind when she becomes older, however there is a small hole in one of her ears which is a battle scar.
Now her muzzle is a bit longer then most females. Being as it may she hoes have long fur that well doesn't shed as much which makes hot summers hard for her in which she often takes shad in them. She does swim rather well considering her coat can absorb alot of water in which can make it heavy. She got used to this feeling when she was still a kit therefor it doesn't bother her. She is missing a claw that was ripped out when she was still an Apprentice
First Glance:
Beautiful silver tabby she-cat with striking blue eyes.
Personality:
Silvermoon has a different personality from her sister. She's more closed off then most others would think and she often hates being around others. She'd rather be in Border Portal alone, but often get's stuck with her sister. Truly she didn't like wandering around with her, and often does argue, but she's the only family she has left. Still she had hold her own grudge against those and really, can't find some jokes to be funny.
That saying don't go around her if you don't want a really funny girl, but don't get her wrong. Silvermoon has a sense of humor. She just doesn't show it often. You can try it dig it out, but she's not as negitive as to run around saying "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" when prey runs out or when another clan attacks. No you wouldn't catch her dead with that. She's not all too attracted to toms either nor to other she-cats. She keeps her longer personality to herself most of the time, but respects the Warrior Code.
She does had a good nack for hunting. Really, she does like hunting as much as she likes... Well sleeping. She doesn't like Border Patrol. She finds it quite boring really...
History:
Her mother was once the leader of a Clan unknown to most. The clan was made up of mainly two other Warriors, and a deputy. It was strange for their mother, Dawnstar to have kits being the leader of the clan, but she had fell for a kittypet rouge. One of her kits died of Greencough, but two survived. (Silvermoon and Goldensun). One of their Warriors and their Deputy had died fighting two rouges off leaving only Dawnstar and their other Warrior along with Silvermoon and her sister.
Silvermoon was metored by her mother, Goldensun by the other Warroir, Squirrelfur. Squirrelfur soon died when he tried to save Goldensun from a rough cat, and Dawnstar had grown ill. Soon she passed away right after she made her two daughters Warriors. As Goldensun went her own way, Silvermoon took a different path. How she had gone through the Twolegplace at least 20 times before she finally made her way to the forest. Not to mention running into the BloodClan many times. (Which is how she got the hole in her ear)
Now, getting there wasn't the problem anymore. It was trying to get to a clan without getting her fur ripped off. She traveled along Thunderpath for a bit as she tried to make her way into the ShadowClan territory. However when she tried to speak to the leader she ended up getting attacked by a patrol. Therefor she crossed ShadowClan off her list.
Her next choice was the RiverClan however fearing they may be just like the ShadowClan, she avoided there territory and tried for the WindClan. However she paniced when she scented the patrol and ran off before they found her. She ended up in the ThunderClan terrtitory where she thought this may be her best bet into getting into the Clan life again. She spoke with the leader and told her story of being in an old now gone Clan. Thankfully she was accepted after running back and forth between Clans she had found her home.
IC:
Her eyes wandered around the clearing. She had been thrown of hunting duty to bring fresh-kill back to the clan. Her stomach had to grumble as she did so. She was tempted to snack on a small mouse, but that would break the code. Clan comes first. Besides, there where hungry mouths to feed for those who could no longer hunt for themselves because of age. Perhaps she should've hunted more last time. Leaf-bare was over and the leaves appeared back on the trees.
She stalked a near by vole. So far she had caught a Sparrow, two small mice and a rat. She wanted a nice tastey vole and knew that bringing back alot would impress the leader of course! She wanted to be known in the clan and respected by the leader. The silver tabby took a leap forward coming down on the vole before it could scurry to it's den. She carefully sunk her sharp teeth in until it stopped breathing. For now she figured this would be enough. That Sparrow was hard enough to catch. Right?
Well maybe. After all she was the one to lug all this kill back to the Camp to feed all the Elders and such. Not to mention the kits had just recently gotten into meat. Which normally ment they were about ready to become Apprentices. Oh boy. She'd be stuck with one. At least she could teach the little brats some manners. No Silvermoon always ignored the fact they were 'just kits'. Nope, she believed they should be taught manners when they are much younger.
She threw the vole into the pile of fresh-kill she had on a large leave. She grabbed the edge and began dragging it back. Darn this... She huffed inward knowing she was close to the WindClan border line, but didn't really bother to pay attention. After all, she didn't care if they caught her... Ok maybe she did, but right now her mind was on dragging all this back to the Camp and hoping the Leader may thank her for it.[/ul][/size]