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Post by Silversong on Nov 8, 2012 17:32:14 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background: #4F4F4F; border: 1px solid #000000, bTable]<div style="font: normal bold 26px/18px Times New Roman; color: #650000; letter-spacing: -1px">Silversong</div>
| [atrb=style, font-family: Verdana; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #636363; border: 1px dashed #1C1C1C; color: #E5E5E5; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.8] Names: Silverkit Silverpaw Silversong Age: 17-moons Sex: She-cat Clan: RiverClan Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Silversong is, what most toms agree, a lovely she-cat. A gentle face, long oval ears, longish fur, white claws and silver-blue eyes.
The face of the song Silversong’s face is, like stated above gentle. No sharp angles, all slopes. A softly curved chin matching her oval ears. Three silver stripes run from her mouth down her chin, neck and stop at her chest fur. Her eyes are blue with silver flecks in them, for which she got her name, piercing the gaze of anyone who dares look straight into her eyes and captivating them in their sharp glow. In the fading light of night they look simply gray.
The shape of a warrior Silversong’s body shape is long and thin. She’s built more like a WindClan cat but she’s RiverClan through and through. Her legs are thin, but strong. Muscles finely threaded under her pelt and bunch up showing how much she truly is muscled when she prepares for a jump. Her shoulders are frail looking, very thin and narrow. Since she’s so small she can fit in most places. Her tail is long and thin, like a stretched chord. Her paws are fairly small with small, white claws to match.
The paints on my body Her pelt is a silver and gray tabby. Her undercoat is a gray like the ashes sitting in your fire place. Her tabby markings, swirling and cascading down her back and sides like a visible orchestrated opus, are silver, like the scales of a fish in the streams of RiverClan. But her tabby markings and gray undertone stop there. Her belly and chest, up to her neck, is soft and thick white fur. The tabby stripes go down her back and along her tail, wrapping them like a raccoon’s tail.
Personality: My imperfections make me perfect Silversong is not known for her gentle personality on a good day. She is known for the rage that can consume her when someone ticks her off enough. It’s a raging fire that can consume her into a fit of unparalleled thinking and action. Making her clanmates hold her back if it gets bad enough. But when she isn’t mad, Silversong is a sweet and gentle person. Always letting the older warrior get the first pick, playing with the kits daily during winter so they don’t get too restless, even volunteering to help the medicine cat pick herbs and things, on a good day.
My shame throws me to the ground After one of her fits of rage, Silversong can destroy many things. Whether it’s a wall on the warriors’ den, a pile of branches, or precious herbs, nothing is safe. But after the overwhelming anger she feels shame. She did everything that she could to stop being mad, but it was to no avail. She still lost it, still destroyed something. But this lust for destruction when she’s mad comes in handy too.
I might be destruction, but I can be used for good In a battle, Silversong holds nothing back. All the built up anger she keeps reserved for battles explodes out in her battle moves. Sending everyone who’s thrown her way running back home. She’s useful in battles, that’s for sure, but she doesn’t like seeing her aftermath. Sending so many of the opposing Clan home with injuries that’ll take weeks to heal from. Everyone offers their opinion on how she should control her anger, and she’s tried to listen and tried their ideas, but none work.
The sound of the song One of Silversong’s favorite things to do is to listen to the music in the Clans. The rustle of leaves when the wind blows it’s hardest, the splash of a fish in the stream, the humming of the queens singing their little ones to sleep. Silversong can sing too, but she doesn’t do it often. Only if she’s feeling really depressed or over happy, which both is really rare for her.
History: Kithood Silversong was born to Heathercloud and Whitecreek. She was born to a little of 3, consisting of her, her brother Redstone and her sister Swallowtail. Every day they would play together, with each other, their parents, a nearby warrior’s tail. Any way that they could get into trouble they would do it. But of course, kits would be kits. But the more and more they played and the more Silverkit would get angry, the more they realized she had a problem. Her siblings started to stop asking her to play, for fear of being scratched or bitten. “She can’t help it.” Their mother would tell them, but Whitecreek would discipline her all the same.
Apprenticeship As an apprentice, Silversong hadn’t in the least changed from her angry fits. Her mentor, Willowfur, would work her from dawn until dusk, hoping that she could wear her down so she could get out all her anger throughout the day, but it never helped. She taught Silverpaw everything she could about fighting and hunting. Noticing that, after a fighting lesson she’d be a bit more cheery to be around and suggested that she try to hold in her anger until a battle ensued. This did help, but only a little. One day, in a scuffle with some ShadowClan cats, Silverpaw sent both of the apprentices running home, but not without injuring herself. A long scratch split her upper hind leg. The other warriors got her home in time for the medicine cat to staunch the flow of blood that was pouring from the wound. After a few days of rest, and lots of changing her cobwebs, Silverpaw was sent back to light training.
Warriorhood When Silverpaw was twelve moons old, the leader of RiverClan at the time decided she had improved enough to become, Silversong, named after the songs she so loved to sing. She spent her vigil in a serious silence. Only nodding to those who came back from the moonhigh patrol. Since her warrior ceremony nothing interesting has happened. She’s spent her moons hunting and helping to train the apprentices. Trying to lessen her anger by swimming and running through the territory. But it can’t be helped. She’s always angry. </div> |
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Post by Glitch on Nov 9, 2012 15:10:58 GMT -5
Accepted~
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