Post by silverwing on Feb 22, 2007 10:07:51 GMT -5
Name: Silverwing
Old names:N/A
Clan: Lion Clan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Age: 28 moons
Gender: she-cat
Description: She is covered is feathery soft white fur that moves like the wind. A flaring black stripe runs from her nose to the tip of her tail like a shooting star racing across the night sky. On one paw her toes are white on the other they are gray as shadows. Silverwing has long white whiskers that come running off her face.
She has long white whiskers. Her gray eyes have a slight tinge of gold in them
Personality: She is a observant cat always taking scents, and sights around her. Just like her attacks she sharp witted and tongue lashing out at those who give threats. In between those times she is joyful and kind-hearted. She is understanding of others problem’s making her a great cat to talk too. She tries to avoid fights if she doesn’t have to fight them. She finds it important to take in the opinion of her clan in important decisions. She is caring of those around her Clan-Mate or not. She is very neat and organized making her a medicine cat. She speaks wisdom and has the talent to change people's mind with just a few simple words making it difficult to argue with her. The oddest thing cats find about her is when she leaves all night with her head thingyed to one side listening to sounds only she can hear.
kin: Featherfur(mother, dead), Brokentail(father,alive), WhiteClaw(sister,alive), Brackenstripe(brother, alive)
History: When Silverwing was a kit she never really played with her brothers and sisters. She was always watching everything around her. Silverwing would sit for days just outside the camp entrance listening to the birds and the wind always with her head thingyed to one side. When her mother asked her what she was doing Silverwing answered that they told her things you wouldn’t be able to understand. Silverwing one day ran into camp screaming at the top of her lungs that “death was coming death was coming.” Everyone laughed at the bedraggled kit of 8 moons. She ran to the medicine cat to tell her what the wind had told her. The medicine cat said that she was daydreaming and if that kind of thing was to happen she would have know about it. The elders were the only ones who believed her. They asked her to listen to the wind and find the cure, and that she did without sleeping or eating when she found it already traces of the death were starting to happen with the sickness of one warrior and two kits. Silverwing told the leader this time, and the leader worried for her clan believed her. The next season Silverwing was made medicine cat apprentice then to Medicine Cat.
Rp example: Plants glowed light silver as the beam of light hit their leaves, and lighting up the fur of a white feline. As the small feline crossed the forest floor as she left little dents in the snow behind her. It was leaf-bare now the worst season for the clans there was less time to hunt because of the shortened days, and prey was becoming harder to find. It seemed like it got worse and worse with each quarter-moon that went by. As she reflected on this more snow was falling around her in tiny swirls. Silverwing took a deep breath, causing an icy fog to come into her mouth. The fae looked up at the moon which she had always felt safer in the moonlight.
Silverwing scanned her surroundings for shelter till the snow stopped falling. She stalked into some dry brambles and lied down underneath them folding her soft gray, black paws in front of her resting her tried cold body. Silverwing emitted a sigh, deeply contented as warmth oozed around her covering her in a blanket. The snow stopped suddenly stopped and the forest was quiet and serene. A little while later one paw rubbed her eyes of sleep and, her white head out for a second in the snowy cold. The snow covered ground looked as if the glowing juice of the heavens was split upon it as the hard white light of the moon shone on it. Seeing the snow had stopped she struggled vainly to clear enough snow for her to squeeze through.
She finished pushing the snow away she hopped out stretching in the bright moonlight. A shiver ran trough her body as cold penetrated her warm fur. Silverwing looked to the sky and saw the twinkling stars of her ancestors. Her sharp blue eyes narrowed as a cold wind blew across her back, and face. The lone cat walked on toward the pine trees loomed behind her casting dark shadows on the pure white snow. Silverwing followed a path hidden by those who did not have faith in Star Clan. Above her the boughs of great firs(trees) kept the ground empty of snow, but the moon still shone through the small gaps creating a dapple effect around her white body.
She continued onward her strength depleting with each minute. Around her where gray rocks that jutted out of the snow this was HighStones. Then Silverwing stopped and walked into a small cavern. In the middle of the cavern was a moonstone. Its colors reflected of her white face. The fae slowly approached the stone and touched her soft pink nose to its cold hard surface. Her blue eyes lit up for a second them dimmed, and she closed her eyes falling into a dream-state. A few hours later she woke up her body unbuttered by the journey before she arrived. She raced out of the cavern with the wind racing around. Her sharp blue eyes glowed in the moonlight, and she ran swiftly back to camp to warn them.
Old names:N/A
Clan: Lion Clan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Age: 28 moons
Gender: she-cat
Description: She is covered is feathery soft white fur that moves like the wind. A flaring black stripe runs from her nose to the tip of her tail like a shooting star racing across the night sky. On one paw her toes are white on the other they are gray as shadows. Silverwing has long white whiskers that come running off her face.
She has long white whiskers. Her gray eyes have a slight tinge of gold in them
Personality: She is a observant cat always taking scents, and sights around her. Just like her attacks she sharp witted and tongue lashing out at those who give threats. In between those times she is joyful and kind-hearted. She is understanding of others problem’s making her a great cat to talk too. She tries to avoid fights if she doesn’t have to fight them. She finds it important to take in the opinion of her clan in important decisions. She is caring of those around her Clan-Mate or not. She is very neat and organized making her a medicine cat. She speaks wisdom and has the talent to change people's mind with just a few simple words making it difficult to argue with her. The oddest thing cats find about her is when she leaves all night with her head thingyed to one side listening to sounds only she can hear.
kin: Featherfur(mother, dead), Brokentail(father,alive), WhiteClaw(sister,alive), Brackenstripe(brother, alive)
History: When Silverwing was a kit she never really played with her brothers and sisters. She was always watching everything around her. Silverwing would sit for days just outside the camp entrance listening to the birds and the wind always with her head thingyed to one side. When her mother asked her what she was doing Silverwing answered that they told her things you wouldn’t be able to understand. Silverwing one day ran into camp screaming at the top of her lungs that “death was coming death was coming.” Everyone laughed at the bedraggled kit of 8 moons. She ran to the medicine cat to tell her what the wind had told her. The medicine cat said that she was daydreaming and if that kind of thing was to happen she would have know about it. The elders were the only ones who believed her. They asked her to listen to the wind and find the cure, and that she did without sleeping or eating when she found it already traces of the death were starting to happen with the sickness of one warrior and two kits. Silverwing told the leader this time, and the leader worried for her clan believed her. The next season Silverwing was made medicine cat apprentice then to Medicine Cat.
Rp example: Plants glowed light silver as the beam of light hit their leaves, and lighting up the fur of a white feline. As the small feline crossed the forest floor as she left little dents in the snow behind her. It was leaf-bare now the worst season for the clans there was less time to hunt because of the shortened days, and prey was becoming harder to find. It seemed like it got worse and worse with each quarter-moon that went by. As she reflected on this more snow was falling around her in tiny swirls. Silverwing took a deep breath, causing an icy fog to come into her mouth. The fae looked up at the moon which she had always felt safer in the moonlight.
Silverwing scanned her surroundings for shelter till the snow stopped falling. She stalked into some dry brambles and lied down underneath them folding her soft gray, black paws in front of her resting her tried cold body. Silverwing emitted a sigh, deeply contented as warmth oozed around her covering her in a blanket. The snow stopped suddenly stopped and the forest was quiet and serene. A little while later one paw rubbed her eyes of sleep and, her white head out for a second in the snowy cold. The snow covered ground looked as if the glowing juice of the heavens was split upon it as the hard white light of the moon shone on it. Seeing the snow had stopped she struggled vainly to clear enough snow for her to squeeze through.
She finished pushing the snow away she hopped out stretching in the bright moonlight. A shiver ran trough her body as cold penetrated her warm fur. Silverwing looked to the sky and saw the twinkling stars of her ancestors. Her sharp blue eyes narrowed as a cold wind blew across her back, and face. The lone cat walked on toward the pine trees loomed behind her casting dark shadows on the pure white snow. Silverwing followed a path hidden by those who did not have faith in Star Clan. Above her the boughs of great firs(trees) kept the ground empty of snow, but the moon still shone through the small gaps creating a dapple effect around her white body.
She continued onward her strength depleting with each minute. Around her where gray rocks that jutted out of the snow this was HighStones. Then Silverwing stopped and walked into a small cavern. In the middle of the cavern was a moonstone. Its colors reflected of her white face. The fae slowly approached the stone and touched her soft pink nose to its cold hard surface. Her blue eyes lit up for a second them dimmed, and she closed her eyes falling into a dream-state. A few hours later she woke up her body unbuttered by the journey before she arrived. She raced out of the cavern with the wind racing around. Her sharp blue eyes glowed in the moonlight, and she ran swiftly back to camp to warn them.
