Post by mommochi on Sept 22, 2012 16:21:24 GMT -5
SILVEREYE
"A short furred grey and black streaked she-cat with silver eyes."
"A short furred grey and black streaked she-cat with silver eyes."
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Gender: She-Cat
Age: 23 moons (1 year 11 months)
Clan: Thunderclan
Position: Warrior.
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Physical Description:
Silvereye is small yet fast, with a sleek pelt of short grey and black striped fur. Her eyes are like silver stars, like the silver pelt that's ever watching, but with dark pupils that almost resemble an eclipse of the moon. Her tail is short and is always whipping around when the rest of her sits still, as though what's left is afraid to be chopped off. She has a slim build, with thick strong legs and fast front paws. Silvereye is comonly thought of as week because of her size, but she maintains mostly muscle and barely any fat no matter how much she eats. Her pelt is soft like that of a rabbit's, and the only flaw to it is the scar over her left shoulder.
Personality Description:
Silvereye is quiet and patient due to her many moons of training in her unique fighting style. Due to the training, she has adopted an attitude that if you can't do something, you just haven't tried hard enough or you don't want it as badly as you claim. She favors determination and self discipline and thinks that if pushed in the right direction anything can happen. She loves exploring the world, even if it's the same area time and time again, she sees it as something new and exciting. She sometimes dwells upon the defect of her front legs, and wishes things could change in that aspect, but is glad for what Starclan has given her and tries not to let her differences get in her way of life. She's a happy go-lucky cat with a taste for the hunt and extremely protective of everyone in the clan. Silvereye loves to watch the moon rise and listen to the rain fall one the ceiling of the den at night. Her little saying is "The only way to live is to catch the day in your hunts."
History:
Kit
Silvereye had obtained her name from her silver, star-like eyes that her mother had adored so much. Since she had been the only one left from the litter her mother gave birth to, she was treated like a fragile piece of glass instead of like the warrior she'd grow up to be. Her mother refused to let her outside and rough-house with the other kits because of this, alongside with the fact the medicine cat told her Silvereye wouldn't have good muscles in her front paws, and so Silvereye had taken it upon herself to sneak out and do some adventuring on her own. Because of the solitude, Silvereye had become very quiet and to-herself, but not shy in the least. She didn't speak unless spoken to, and because of this the clan didn't think she'd make it when apprenticed. On top of being secluded, she was a very small kitten and no cat thought she was going to live through to apprentice-hood anyway. The day she was meant to be apprenticed, the warrior she would have been assigned to rejected her. Silvereye struck out, and by chance took him down using her rear legs. A warrior, Stainedpelt, stepped up and accepted the kit as his apprentice, stating that any cat had the right to become a warrior if they so wished.
Apprentice
No matter how hard she trained to grow muscles in them, Silvereye's muscles in her front paws just weren't strong enough for battle. Stainedpelt had attempted to help her out, try to conjure up some sort of battle strategy Silvereye could use, but her front legs just couldn't handle it. They couldn't move correctly, and the medicine cat told her it must have been a birth defect, since nothing had harmed her before. Silvereye still kept training, even after she was told by her very own healer it could possibly be very worthless. Seeing as she wasn't very social to begin with, she didn't care how much time she spent in the apprentice den, trying to build up her front paws. Silvereye had gotten this idea that, if she could continuously stand on her front paws, then the muscles would move better and build up. In her training sessions with Stainedpelt, however, this didn't work. Her mentor watched her one night out in the clearing, standing on her paws for hours on end, and he came up with an idea. The next day, they came up with a strategy to stand on the front paws and attack with the back in a twisting motion. This has worked for her ever since, and has gotten her to the point where she could run with her front paws, but they are still useless in combat. She has survived all battles with the strategy so far, and this has given her the will to be patient, determined and strong.
Warrior
The day she had been given her warrior name, Silvereye had fallen into a Twoleg bear trap the snatched a hold of her tail and cut it off. She had stayed in the medicine den for two weeks, healing up the wound and stiffness from the trap in her hind quarters. The tail no longer gets in the way of her fighting, seeing as it had once been long. She now sits proudly, feeling accomplished she reached it to the point that others thought she'd fail at.
RP Sample
Silvereye padded out of the Warrior's den, glad it was finally morning once more. The chill spread from the air and into her pelt; No Leaf was coming fast. She brought all her weight into her front legs, stretching them out, then continued padding along. The sun was just rising, and she hoped it would give out at least some heat. Silvereye looked back at her tail, narrowed her eyes at the pains she still felt through the memory, then kept walking on. Who needed a tail when you needed to keep the clan safe, no matter what?
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Name:Mommochi
Age:18
Current Characters: Not yet
Email:moon17walker@yahoo.com
