Post by Silvereh™ (Silvermist) on Oct 9, 2007 19:29:53 GMT
My name is: Silver mist that covers the river-- Silvermist
My age is: I have lived 32 moons of darkness
I live in the clan of: Slick and lithe, put me in Riverclan
My rank: I am reliable as a Deputy
What I look like: There is one word to describe me; Strong. I am unusually muscular for a she-cat, with thick legs and sharp claws. My build is an ideal Warriors body; swift and powerful as well as quite a bit bigger than most cats. Fleet-footed and broad, unlike most she-cats, Silvermist is a healthy and lithe cat.
At a glance, my pelt is the same as my name. My pelt glows with a silvery tinge to my fur, while my gray tabby markings give myself pelt a misty look.
My pelt is short and straight, although very thin. my legs are stained silver, with few dark gray markings, while my tail is the exact opposite. The neck and belly are a musky white color, that becomes darker and darker until my belly fur reaches her tail and sides. I have marking over every inch of her body, they range from dark gray to the iciest white.
My bright green eyes are my most recognizable feature. They are greener than the trees in Greenleaf, and sharper than the frozen, icy streams in Leaf-Bare. Given by an unfortunate accident, I has a faint scar across the right side of her face. I also has very long limbs, they are thick and lithe with heavy paws and extremely sharp claws. My tail is another recognizable detail. It is sleek and somewhat very long, matching up with the rest of her large and slender body.
My personality: (Third person, I got tired)Silvermist is utterly unpredictable. One minute she is in a strangely happy mood, and the next she is the most miserable cat in the clan. Although she is generally moody, she will never say no to an order. She is extremely lenient but just as loyal as any other cat. Silvermist makes friends easily, and is a very positive cat. Being so positive, she always finds the good in a cat rather than the doubts and evil.
Silvermist, however, does have weaknesses. Her one major weakness is love. It sounds stupid, but her loyalty lies with her friends and clan, holding a strong bond of love between them. If anything ever came between Silvermist and her loved ones, she would take her life for them.
However, she clearly has strengths too. Her bond between others comes to her advantage frequently, and her friendships keep her out of most trouble. As well as that, Silvermist's physical ability is a very powerful strength. She appears quite threatening most of the time, although inside she means no harm. Something odd is that she never stops asking questions; basically she will never be quite really.
Putting all that aside, Silvermist is fond of the cold. She likes Leaf-Bare, and she especially loves the extra hunting she frequently does. Hunting, would be Silvermist's favourite thing to do. Sh enjoys the thrill of the chase, the wind rushing through her ruffled short fur and the feeling of exhilaration. She doesn't particularly dislike anything. The only thing she really hates is injustice, cruelty and killing for pleasure. Killing is only done if absolutely necessary, real Warriors fight to defend their clan, not to kill.
Story of my life: K i t ;;
Silvermist's kithood was fairly unpleasant. Although, that's what she is told. Silvermist remembers nothing of her kithood or most of her Apprenticeship. She was told that she was chased by a monster that wasn't on the thunderpath, like it should've been. She has never known her parents or even if she had any siblings; for some reason no cat would tell her about her past.
A p p r e n t i c e s h i p ;;
This was the time when a young Apprentice, Silverpaw was out with her mentor hunting on a hot, Greenleaf day. As the two cats happily hunted, all of a sudden a roaring monster leaped from the ferns and started chasing Silverpaw. She didn't stand a chance against it, so she darted into the closest bush she could find. As she jumped in, her head collided with a sharp rock that lay inside. It cut the fur on the side of her face, leaving a faint scar across the right side of her face. After that, she lost all of her memories. She remembered nothing of her kin, clan or even herself. She had to learn about her past through other cats. One thing that bothered her though, is that no one would tell her about her family. Whenever she asked about them, the answer would always be something like "You'll find out one day" or they would just change the subject. This greatly intrigued Silverpaw, so that's when she began asking a lot of questions.
W a r r i o r ;;
After recovering from her head injury but still not remembering anything, Silverpaw was named Silvermist; Warrior of RiverClan.
She was made a Warrior earlier than most Apprentices, she was always looked highly upon after her escape from the monster that chased her. She guessed it was because she did well to avoid it, she was told that monsters were very fast and could kill a cat just by hitting you.
As Silvermist was re-taught the ways of the clan, she started exploring a lot. She would often go out hunting by herself and just disappear, coming back a day later with some big news or a pile of prey. Some cats were annoyed of this, but whenever she returned, she was always greeted with a smile.
As a Warrior, Silvermist felt quite lonely. Most she-cats had kits now or had a mate, but not her. Although she was pleasant and made friends easily, she never seemed to get close enough to a tom. Her lack of experience with a kin relationship really gave her a disadvantage; she never knew what it was like to really, properly love.
D e p u t y ;;
As a wild storm raged on RiverClan's Territory, the camp began to flood. The rain poured down harder than ever, and the wind howled through the rustling trees. The moon was high up in the invisible silverpelt, as the clouds were hiding it. The nursery was in danger, as the other Warriors were trying to keep the camp from flooding completely, the kits and few queens were on their own. Silvermist emerged from the elders den, she had just been helping them prepare when she noticed the painful mewling of kits in the nursery. She ran to the cries straight away, and saw that the Nursery was almost completely flooded. The three remaining kits were parched on the highest branch they could reach, only a tail length from the water below. Silvermist wade through the freezing water, the bodies of small, dead kits were scattered amongst the weeds, along with the body of a recently sick queen. She rescued the kits and took them straight the Medicine Cat's den, along with a frail queen who had been hidden amongst a group of rocks while the storm raged.
During the storm, the former Leader, Floodstar who was on his last life, had died protecting the elders, while a tree was struck by lightning and fell on him. Because of Silvermist's brave act, she was rewarded with the rank of RiverClan Deputy as Stormstar, the Deputy before her became Stormstar, the new Leader of RiverClan.
My owners RP skills: Silvermist narrowed her chartreuse eyes in annoyance as Barbedfoot came near to her. This tom had liked her since early kit hood and just wouldn't leave her alone. "Hey Silvermist!" Barbedfoot meowed, a glint of affection in his eyes. "Look, I really don't like you!" she blabbed out, not meaning to. She quickly wished she had not said such a mean thing.
Silvermist saw Barbedfoot's fur tence, as his black claws slid out, grasping the earth. "Well, you didn't have to say it like that!" he snarled, turning his back and stalking to the warriors den. Oh Starclan...Why can't my life have a rewind/erase button? she thought rolling her eyes. "Barbedfoot, wait!" she yowled chasing after him to the warriors den. This could be a looong day.
Anything else: *pant pant* Done!
My age is: I have lived 32 moons of darkness
I live in the clan of: Slick and lithe, put me in Riverclan
My rank: I am reliable as a Deputy
What I look like: There is one word to describe me; Strong. I am unusually muscular for a she-cat, with thick legs and sharp claws. My build is an ideal Warriors body; swift and powerful as well as quite a bit bigger than most cats. Fleet-footed and broad, unlike most she-cats, Silvermist is a healthy and lithe cat.
At a glance, my pelt is the same as my name. My pelt glows with a silvery tinge to my fur, while my gray tabby markings give myself pelt a misty look.
My pelt is short and straight, although very thin. my legs are stained silver, with few dark gray markings, while my tail is the exact opposite. The neck and belly are a musky white color, that becomes darker and darker until my belly fur reaches her tail and sides. I have marking over every inch of her body, they range from dark gray to the iciest white.
My bright green eyes are my most recognizable feature. They are greener than the trees in Greenleaf, and sharper than the frozen, icy streams in Leaf-Bare. Given by an unfortunate accident, I has a faint scar across the right side of her face. I also has very long limbs, they are thick and lithe with heavy paws and extremely sharp claws. My tail is another recognizable detail. It is sleek and somewhat very long, matching up with the rest of her large and slender body.
My personality: (Third person, I got tired)Silvermist is utterly unpredictable. One minute she is in a strangely happy mood, and the next she is the most miserable cat in the clan. Although she is generally moody, she will never say no to an order. She is extremely lenient but just as loyal as any other cat. Silvermist makes friends easily, and is a very positive cat. Being so positive, she always finds the good in a cat rather than the doubts and evil.
Silvermist, however, does have weaknesses. Her one major weakness is love. It sounds stupid, but her loyalty lies with her friends and clan, holding a strong bond of love between them. If anything ever came between Silvermist and her loved ones, she would take her life for them.
However, she clearly has strengths too. Her bond between others comes to her advantage frequently, and her friendships keep her out of most trouble. As well as that, Silvermist's physical ability is a very powerful strength. She appears quite threatening most of the time, although inside she means no harm. Something odd is that she never stops asking questions; basically she will never be quite really.
Putting all that aside, Silvermist is fond of the cold. She likes Leaf-Bare, and she especially loves the extra hunting she frequently does. Hunting, would be Silvermist's favourite thing to do. Sh enjoys the thrill of the chase, the wind rushing through her ruffled short fur and the feeling of exhilaration. She doesn't particularly dislike anything. The only thing she really hates is injustice, cruelty and killing for pleasure. Killing is only done if absolutely necessary, real Warriors fight to defend their clan, not to kill.
Story of my life: K i t ;;
Silvermist's kithood was fairly unpleasant. Although, that's what she is told. Silvermist remembers nothing of her kithood or most of her Apprenticeship. She was told that she was chased by a monster that wasn't on the thunderpath, like it should've been. She has never known her parents or even if she had any siblings; for some reason no cat would tell her about her past.
A p p r e n t i c e s h i p ;;
This was the time when a young Apprentice, Silverpaw was out with her mentor hunting on a hot, Greenleaf day. As the two cats happily hunted, all of a sudden a roaring monster leaped from the ferns and started chasing Silverpaw. She didn't stand a chance against it, so she darted into the closest bush she could find. As she jumped in, her head collided with a sharp rock that lay inside. It cut the fur on the side of her face, leaving a faint scar across the right side of her face. After that, she lost all of her memories. She remembered nothing of her kin, clan or even herself. She had to learn about her past through other cats. One thing that bothered her though, is that no one would tell her about her family. Whenever she asked about them, the answer would always be something like "You'll find out one day" or they would just change the subject. This greatly intrigued Silverpaw, so that's when she began asking a lot of questions.
W a r r i o r ;;
After recovering from her head injury but still not remembering anything, Silverpaw was named Silvermist; Warrior of RiverClan.
She was made a Warrior earlier than most Apprentices, she was always looked highly upon after her escape from the monster that chased her. She guessed it was because she did well to avoid it, she was told that monsters were very fast and could kill a cat just by hitting you.
As Silvermist was re-taught the ways of the clan, she started exploring a lot. She would often go out hunting by herself and just disappear, coming back a day later with some big news or a pile of prey. Some cats were annoyed of this, but whenever she returned, she was always greeted with a smile.
As a Warrior, Silvermist felt quite lonely. Most she-cats had kits now or had a mate, but not her. Although she was pleasant and made friends easily, she never seemed to get close enough to a tom. Her lack of experience with a kin relationship really gave her a disadvantage; she never knew what it was like to really, properly love.
D e p u t y ;;
As a wild storm raged on RiverClan's Territory, the camp began to flood. The rain poured down harder than ever, and the wind howled through the rustling trees. The moon was high up in the invisible silverpelt, as the clouds were hiding it. The nursery was in danger, as the other Warriors were trying to keep the camp from flooding completely, the kits and few queens were on their own. Silvermist emerged from the elders den, she had just been helping them prepare when she noticed the painful mewling of kits in the nursery. She ran to the cries straight away, and saw that the Nursery was almost completely flooded. The three remaining kits were parched on the highest branch they could reach, only a tail length from the water below. Silvermist wade through the freezing water, the bodies of small, dead kits were scattered amongst the weeds, along with the body of a recently sick queen. She rescued the kits and took them straight the Medicine Cat's den, along with a frail queen who had been hidden amongst a group of rocks while the storm raged.
During the storm, the former Leader, Floodstar who was on his last life, had died protecting the elders, while a tree was struck by lightning and fell on him. Because of Silvermist's brave act, she was rewarded with the rank of RiverClan Deputy as Stormstar, the Deputy before her became Stormstar, the new Leader of RiverClan.
My owners RP skills: Silvermist narrowed her chartreuse eyes in annoyance as Barbedfoot came near to her. This tom had liked her since early kit hood and just wouldn't leave her alone. "Hey Silvermist!" Barbedfoot meowed, a glint of affection in his eyes. "Look, I really don't like you!" she blabbed out, not meaning to. She quickly wished she had not said such a mean thing.
Silvermist saw Barbedfoot's fur tence, as his black claws slid out, grasping the earth. "Well, you didn't have to say it like that!" he snarled, turning his back and stalking to the warriors den. Oh Starclan...Why can't my life have a rewind/erase button? she thought rolling her eyes. "Barbedfoot, wait!" she yowled chasing after him to the warriors den. This could be a looong day.
Anything else: *pant pant* Done!
