Post by S!LVER {not posting for now} on Jul 30, 2008 13:17:04 GMT -5
Silverbell
"Don't judge a book by it's cover"
"Don't judge a book by it's cover"
Age[/blockquote]
16 moons- 1 year 4 months
Gender
She-cat
Clan
RiverClan
Rank
Warrior
Exterior.
[/color][/center]Summary
A delacate-looking she-cat. She has rather small, petite features, but she glides through the water like a fish. Her tail fur is slightly longer than the rest of her sleek fur, great for helping her propell through the water; it's almost an adaption, in a way, to the water. In the water, her silver pelt could easily be mistaken for a school of silver minnows shimmering in the magnified, underwater sunlight, though she is even more enchanting in the moonlight. She steps lightly by default- instinct and light weight combined, though she's ferocious in battles. Sure, she's not big, but she is strong!
Pelt
Silver tabby she-cat with white paws and a white tail tip; a white snip on her nose in the shape of a cresent moon
Eyes
A light blue color that looks almost silver at times, almost like an almost-clear color.
Body
Slim and slippery; a silvery color; no markings
Special
None
Interior.
[/color][/center]Summary
You'll never meet a better combination of a could-be medicine cat and a warrior. This little she-cat is generally a kind, loving furball full of sympathy and cuddles. Sounds like she'd be an easy heart to win, right? Wrong! She's also a total rebel. She isn't sexist, so she treats every cat the same way, but this sometimes may lead toms to the wrong idea. IF she ever does fall in love, she'll try her best to avoid the tom without making her avasions too obvious. Also, don't try to make her angry, because it will frusturate you. She doesn't get mad easily, but when she does she will excuse herself and go hunting. It's rare, nearly impossible, that she'll get physical with whoever is making her angry. The most she's ever done was, when she was a kit, whack an older kit who would be apprenticed soon and was bragging about it to her. Her laws had been unseathed, but she'd only hit him in the shoulder, then felt bad about it, and apologized. Is she too soft for her own good? Maybe. But, like was mentioned earlier, she's strong; the older kit ran away wailing to the medicine cat, and she'd followed, apologizing, with her mother calling after her.
Positive
Kind, loving, likes to cuddle, has a thing about the way she talks that makes her seem like the gentlest cat ever to be a warrior.
Negative
Rebelious, unpredictable [at times], is possibly too soft for her own good.
Likes and Dislikes
Likes: swimming, fishing, exploring, kits, learning, playing, talking, hunting, Silver Pelt, the stars, her warrior ancestors, exchanging legends and stories, practicing her fighting moves,
Dislikes: Unloyalty to the Clan, breaking the Warrior Code, mean-spirited cats, being part of the dawn patrol (she secretly stays up late to watch the stars), tyrants, unjust decisions, thunder storms (they scare the kits),
History.
[/color][/center]Story
Silverbell is RiverClan born.
Silverkit pounced playfully onto her brother's back, batting his head lightly and gripping his scruff with a gentle mouth. He laughed and rolled over, smushing her. Letting go, Silverkit jumped up. While her brother was still rolling on the ground of the nursery, she pounced onto his stomach and pawed his belly, claws never being used. Hah! she squeaked. Take that, you rouge! Her brother wriggled out from under her and scampered away, still laughing. And don't ever, ever tust past on RiverClan terry again! At that moment, a pale gray queen leaned over and rasped her tounge over Silverkit's ears. Sweetheart, her mother started, it's trespass and territory, not trus past and terry. Silverkit turned around and snuggled into her mother's folded front paws, yawning. No, it's trus past and terry, Mommy. she peeped.
Silverbell has always loved her mother and siblings. There isn't much to her past- she never knew her father, she respected her elders, she got into trouble now and then, but Silverbell has had a normal Clan life from birth.
Birth
Silverbell was born into RiverClan on a cool evening, during the full moon. The group going to the Gathering had almost left when her mother had wailed for the medicine cat to come, also alerting the rest of the Clan. The nursery had become slightly cowded then, and the medicine cat had evacuated the place of every cat exept nursing queens and their kits. Her father hadn't been there then, and she had no idea who he was now. There were three kits in her litter, including herself. She was the runt of the litter, though that never seemed to slow her down.
Dreams
'I hope to be the best I can ever be for my clan. I want to learn about herbs a little bit, but the path of the medicine cat is not mine unless somthing happens to me, and I can never be a warrior again. I love helping to serve my clan!'
Other.
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Codeword
"I love the world."
Author's note
This was fun; I love the Warrior series. The thing is, I'm used to horse rping, so if I accidentaly say 'mane' or somthing, tell me! lol.
I'll still check in now and then, though, and post when I can~
