Post by .F.r.o.z.e.n. |Gorsey| on Feb 3, 2008 14:42:06 GMT -7
.x.name.x.
Silentpaw
.x.gender.x.
she-cat
.x.rank.x.
Apprentice
.x.age.x.
6 moons
.x.clan.x.
WaterClan
.x.quick description.x.
Pale gray tabby she-cat with pale green eyes
.x.description.x.
Silentpaw is a a pale gray, almost wispy white she-cat. Her coat could remind a cat of an early morning fog, just barely lifting above a blanket of fresh snow on a thin hillside. Her eyes are a pale green, light and muted in color. Her eyes are soft and when you look into them, you feel as though your are falling away from the world, into a world of your own. Silentpaw's fur is short and sleek, covering her lithe frame and thin tail. Her stripes are very pale, almost unable to be seen on her thin body. Her paws are small and soft, barely making a sound as she treads the earth. Her tail is long and helps her keep her balance, with a noticeably black tip. Her tail is long and thin, like a strip of white against her body. Her balance is precious to her, so she is extra careful not to let anything happen to her tail. Her claws are short and blunt, but her teeth are long and sharp, a pearly white glow against her dark mouth. She usually uses them in a fight rather than her claws.
.x.personality.x.
Silentpaw is just what her name refers; silent. She has learned this trait well, after the many moons of demanded silence by her mother in the nursery. She is a smart cat, very smart indeed. She strives to learn by watching. She is a fast learner too. If you show her something only once, she can repeat it perfectly without seeing it again. She is very agile and quick, outwitting her opponents nine times out of ten. She is also very lithe and makes a fantastic huntress with her air of silence. She rarely speaks and when she does, it is often something important and worth listening too.
Silentpaw she is very unsociable. She has never been good with words and probably never will be. Her mind is often plaugued with blackness and remorse for past years and years still to come, weighing heavy on her heart and engulfing her into sorrow and depression bouts every now and again. In her heart she knows she is often to mystifying to really b taken seriously, in love or in just life. This train of thought unravels each day, creating a huge mess inside her mind.
.x.history.x.
Silentpaw has a strange past, which often leads one who reads it to utter confusion. Her father was a mystery even to her own mother, who disappeared right after Silentkit was born. Silentpaw doesn't know much about either of them, always searching for answers and puzzling over the facts(which were few). Her mind wasn't ever laid at rest. Or at least, not all of it. She discovered her mother was a rather shady warrior named Shadoweyes. Her mother was a strange cat, often wandering the forest by herself and living a half loner, half clan life. She was a quiet, lithe cat, earning herself her name. Silentpaw's father was a complete mystery, and it seemed even to the clan that he never existed. His past must've been as mysterious as he was, for Silentpaw never even knew her grandfather or Grandmother from his side. The only fact known was that he was a WaterClan warrior who died after Shadoweyes gave birth.
Silentpaw was then Silentkit, sitting alone in the nursery without ever making a peep, earning her her name. She always got her mother's attention by stepping on her foot. She never mewled once in the nursery. Then, her mother went out on a hunt, and never returned. A search party followed her tracks, but only got as far as the camp entrance. It was like she never even existed. Silentkit remained, the only remnant of these two warriors.
.x.roleplay sample.x.
A soft breeze filtered through the leaves of the apprentice's den, causing Silentpaw to stir. Her pale green eyes fluttered open, dampened with sleep. A yawn escaped her mouth as she stretched her front legs out in front of her, scraping her claws over the soft earth beneath her. As she got into a sitting position, she realized it wasn't even yet dawn, the moon still at its peak in the velvety black sky, just visible through the branches of the apprentice den. She trotted out of her little abode, shaking any more moss from her short, sleek fur. Moonlight washed the camp in an eerie glow, matching Silentpaw's light fur almost exactly, if it were not for the slightly darker stripes tracing her pelt. Silentpaw sat for a moment, savoring the stillness and silence of the night, admiring the Moon's beauty. Her eyes closed as she lay down, curling her paws underneath her. In the still of the night, Silentpaw of WaterClan fell asleep under the moon, sleep tugging at her until she could fight it no more.
.x.password.x.
[admin corrected]
Silentpaw
.x.gender.x.
she-cat
.x.rank.x.
Apprentice
.x.age.x.
6 moons
.x.clan.x.
WaterClan
.x.quick description.x.
Pale gray tabby she-cat with pale green eyes
.x.description.x.
Silentpaw is a a pale gray, almost wispy white she-cat. Her coat could remind a cat of an early morning fog, just barely lifting above a blanket of fresh snow on a thin hillside. Her eyes are a pale green, light and muted in color. Her eyes are soft and when you look into them, you feel as though your are falling away from the world, into a world of your own. Silentpaw's fur is short and sleek, covering her lithe frame and thin tail. Her stripes are very pale, almost unable to be seen on her thin body. Her paws are small and soft, barely making a sound as she treads the earth. Her tail is long and helps her keep her balance, with a noticeably black tip. Her tail is long and thin, like a strip of white against her body. Her balance is precious to her, so she is extra careful not to let anything happen to her tail. Her claws are short and blunt, but her teeth are long and sharp, a pearly white glow against her dark mouth. She usually uses them in a fight rather than her claws.
.x.personality.x.
Silentpaw is just what her name refers; silent. She has learned this trait well, after the many moons of demanded silence by her mother in the nursery. She is a smart cat, very smart indeed. She strives to learn by watching. She is a fast learner too. If you show her something only once, she can repeat it perfectly without seeing it again. She is very agile and quick, outwitting her opponents nine times out of ten. She is also very lithe and makes a fantastic huntress with her air of silence. She rarely speaks and when she does, it is often something important and worth listening too.
Silentpaw she is very unsociable. She has never been good with words and probably never will be. Her mind is often plaugued with blackness and remorse for past years and years still to come, weighing heavy on her heart and engulfing her into sorrow and depression bouts every now and again. In her heart she knows she is often to mystifying to really b taken seriously, in love or in just life. This train of thought unravels each day, creating a huge mess inside her mind.
.x.history.x.
Silentpaw has a strange past, which often leads one who reads it to utter confusion. Her father was a mystery even to her own mother, who disappeared right after Silentkit was born. Silentpaw doesn't know much about either of them, always searching for answers and puzzling over the facts(which were few). Her mind wasn't ever laid at rest. Or at least, not all of it. She discovered her mother was a rather shady warrior named Shadoweyes. Her mother was a strange cat, often wandering the forest by herself and living a half loner, half clan life. She was a quiet, lithe cat, earning herself her name. Silentpaw's father was a complete mystery, and it seemed even to the clan that he never existed. His past must've been as mysterious as he was, for Silentpaw never even knew her grandfather or Grandmother from his side. The only fact known was that he was a WaterClan warrior who died after Shadoweyes gave birth.
Silentpaw was then Silentkit, sitting alone in the nursery without ever making a peep, earning her her name. She always got her mother's attention by stepping on her foot. She never mewled once in the nursery. Then, her mother went out on a hunt, and never returned. A search party followed her tracks, but only got as far as the camp entrance. It was like she never even existed. Silentkit remained, the only remnant of these two warriors.
.x.roleplay sample.x.
A soft breeze filtered through the leaves of the apprentice's den, causing Silentpaw to stir. Her pale green eyes fluttered open, dampened with sleep. A yawn escaped her mouth as she stretched her front legs out in front of her, scraping her claws over the soft earth beneath her. As she got into a sitting position, she realized it wasn't even yet dawn, the moon still at its peak in the velvety black sky, just visible through the branches of the apprentice den. She trotted out of her little abode, shaking any more moss from her short, sleek fur. Moonlight washed the camp in an eerie glow, matching Silentpaw's light fur almost exactly, if it were not for the slightly darker stripes tracing her pelt. Silentpaw sat for a moment, savoring the stillness and silence of the night, admiring the Moon's beauty. Her eyes closed as she lay down, curling her paws underneath her. In the still of the night, Silentpaw of WaterClan fell asleep under the moon, sleep tugging at her until she could fight it no more.
.x.password.x.
[admin corrected]
