Post by hemoglobin on Jan 17, 2011 12:52:13 GMT -5
Name: Silverrose
Clan: ThunderClan
Age: 18 moons
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-Cat
Physical Description: Silverrose has a dappled tortoiseshell pelt with tangerine orange and cinnamon hazel splotches organized neatly at opposite sides. Her fur has a snow white basis and it darkens as it reaches her extremities. She has gleaming green eyes and brunette narrow stripes that elegantly form around them. She has a sleek body and slender legs and tail.
Personality: Behind the thick shy surface that covers her, Silverrose has a kindhearted personality. She out stands between other cats thanks to her intelligence. She’s fiercely loyal to her clan and can be humorous with only the ones she can trust. But she has a sharp tongue that’s deadly with the others she hates. Thought she’s nice, Silverrose tries to show a harsh and haughty personality so she can earn respect. She can be double faced with the cats she may call as, “filthy”, and quite stubborn as well. She’s always willing to listen others, but she’d rather do things her own way. But between all her defects, Silverrose is sweet and she’s always eager to give a paw to needed cats.
History: Silverrose has a partly happy past that has darkened as time proceeded, turning to a hazel memory few have lived. As a kit, she lived on the riverbank of a far way waterfall. Se hardily knew her father, so she was raised by her mother’s family. Always a playful and smart kitten, her aunts and uncles loved her. She was a model for her smaller cousins as well. But their happiness fell in the darkness and shadows covered their pelts when one of the most important members of their family got badly sick. It was Silver’s grandmother. The elders of the family concentrated on taking care of her, evading their kits. Everyday, they fell into a deep and languishing chasm with few hopes of rising up again. Time advanced, and Silver and her cousins grew with it. Decided to avoid the sorrow they were living in, they took a long journey, every cat scattered in different parts of the world. Silver’s two little cousins (who where siblings) became kittypets. Her smaller cousin lived as a loner, while her oldest cousin was killed by a Twoleg monster. Alone and doubtful, Silver started to wander aimlessly in search for a home. She finally reached the forest of the clans and she joined ThunderClan. Silver earned her name, Silverrose, and soon became a worthy and outstanding warrior. But her family’s agony still spooks her thoughts.
Mother’s name: Dancingwing: silver tortoise shell she-cat with sapphire eyes.
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Father’s name: Almondstreak: smokey black tom with olive eyes
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Family:
Grandmother: Dapplelily (beautiful frosty white she-cat with green eyes)
Grandfather: Cederfur (black tom with blue eyes)
Cousins:
• Tornbreeze (tabby tom with hazel eyes, siblin with Blackstripe, actual kittypet)
• Blackstripe (gray tom with hazel eyes, siblin with Tornbreeze, actual kittypet)
• Specklemoon (tortoiseshell she-cat with hazel eyes, killed by a Twoleg monster)
• Greenhawk (somali tom with green eyes, actual loner)
Aunts and Uncles:
• Zebrarose (calico she-cat with yellow eyes, mother of Tornbreeze and Blackstripe)
• Oakclaw (bengal tom with dark brown eyes, father of Specklemoon)
• Flashtalon (bombay tom with glossy black pelt and hazel eyes, father of Tornbreeze and Blackstripe. Thought his not a blood member of Silverrose’s family, his part of it)
Role Play Example: A gleaming silver moonlight rose in the horizon. Frosty mist bounded aimlessly and fell harshly to the shallow grass. Shadows covered the forest as a feline’s pelt shone like silk. Silverrose pondered weak and weary back to the ThunderClan camp, hearing little quints of rabbits, mice, and voles. The hunting patrol had just finished. She dreaded for a rest. A sudden ThunderClan scent hit her nose blands at full speed. Silverrose lifted them in the air to follow it easier. As she walked deeper into the forest, mingled fragrance of lusty ferns departed from tree to another. Then she knew she was getting nearer her cozy camp. Leaves rustled below her paws. Minutes later, Silverrose was kneeling in the cushy warriors’ nest made of brambles. Giving one last glance at the soothing camp. Silverrose slackly closed her eyes, and the emerald glossy lights that once glowed, vanished.
