Post by Azure on Dec 26, 2008 18:55:02 GMT -5
Name: Silverwhisker
Rank: Warrior (Aiming for JayClan Deputy)
Gender: Tom
Age: Twenty four moons
Clan: JayClan
Beliefs: Silverwhisker didn't believe in StarClan at first; when he was just a little kit, of course. His parents didn't know anything about StarClan; so what was there to tell him about the warriors' ancestors? When he got to JayClan (see history; parents wanted him to have a high position in life) at five moons, nearly six moons, he arrived at JayClan and the cats kindly taught him about StarClan.
Silverwhisker became a huge believer in StarClan; he did everything he could to show he respected them. When the storm hit; it did not affect his beliefs. Why? Because Silverwhisker knew they couldn't do anything to help them. Silverwhisker, as mentioned, loves StarClan dearly and would never betray them.
Apprentice: None
Kin: Lily {mother, deceased}, Mutt {father, deceased}
Mate: None
Appearance: Silverwhisker is a runt. He has a silver tabby pelt with black markings. Silverwhisker's eyes are a very dark amber (brown). His legs, for a runt, are medium-ish, and his paws are dainty and swift.
Silverwhisker's frame is very lithe and sleek; he'd be a perfect candidate for a good prey-hunter. His tail is quite short, not fluffy and no where near snake like. His ears are broad at the bottom, and are sharply pointed.
Silverwhisker's nose is quite large, and it's red-ish, outlined with black. His face is pudgy, but not fat, slops in at the nose, and becomes softly pointed at the bottom of his muzzle. His neck is quite short. And his eyes can be very wide, and aren't set far apart.
Personality: Silverwhisker is a very patient and shy tom. He can be stern; and sometimes has a short-temper. He is also very loyal to his clan, and is brave. Though, adding to the shyness, he is sensitive. He takes things way too seriously, and acts like he's stressed all the time.
Silverwhisker is easy-going, as long as you don't push his buttons. He tends to argue a lot to prove his point; but his shyness might prevent that. Silverwhisker can be tricked very easily; and he gets confused all the time. Silverwhisker gets frustrated as well, and when he does, he likes to claw tree trunks.
History: Silverwhisker was born on an abandoned twoleg farm with a black she-cat named Lily, and a gray tom named Mutt. He loved his parents dearly, but one day when he was near six moons, his father and mother sent him off to JayClan; because they wanted him to gain something worthy in life; like having a big spread family and gaining respect.
Yes, he would've had this as a loner, but this is not the dream Lily and Mutt had thought out for him. So, sadly, on one gloomy and rainy day, Silverwhisker trotted off. His parents had named him Rock, and when he got to JayClan, his name was changed to Silverpaw.
Having trying to forget his past; Silverwhisker hardly thinks about his parents, and once when he was about seven moons, when he still thought about them, he left to go find them. He found only a stale scent, and concluded that they were dead. Gone forever.
When the storm hit, Silverwhisker got heavily maimed. He had a deep gash in his side when a branch whacked him, and a huge slash on his forehead when another branch collided with him. Though having lost a lot of blood and feeling woozy, Silverwhisker made it through the storm alive (obviously).
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Roleplay Example: (Rock is Silverwhisker) The sun in the sky illuminated Rock's pelt to a light creamy white. His dark brown (amber) eyes awakened to a new day at the abandoned twoleg farm. "Lily! Mutt!" He called, wandering around their home with his fuzzy silver tabby tail high. He circled the farm, the sun getting caught off from his pelt and shadows crossing over him; making his silver fur seem gray.
"Oh! There you are." He purred happily, and bounded up to his parents. "Why the long faces?" Rock asked.
Lily, the pretty white she-cat, looked over Rock for a long time. "Oh, nothing, Rock. Why don't you come for a walk with me and your father?" Lily asked. Her brown (amber) eyes seemed downcast, and when the wind even moved slightly, she shivered.
"Sure, Lily. C'mon you guys." Rock mewled, his paws kneading the ground under him. The ragged and skinny tom, Mutt, with the gray tabby pelt leaned over, his green eyes sad, but seemed as if they knew it was the right thing to do. He whispered something to Lily, then pulled back urgently.
Lily nodded, then the two got up and urged Rock along. They walked into the forest, the thick canopy of leaves letting narrow shafts of light through their sparkling leaves. Rock suddenly stopped; his eyes narrowing, and a hiss escaped his mouth.
"Who's that?" Rock asked, his muzzle tightening.
Suddenly, Lily and Mutt turned to Rock, and they both whimpered good-byes, then dashed off. Rock tried to follow them, but the brown tabby tom stopped him in his tracks.
"Let me go now you piece of fox-dung!" Rock bellowed, wriggling against the unbeatable strength of the brown tom.
"This all will be explained later." The tom whispered, his voice deep and calming, then without giving Rock a chance to say anything, he picked the kit up and walked off toward the near center of the forest, ignoring the cries of the kit he carried.
Your Own Activity Level: 7/10?
Rank: Warrior (Aiming for JayClan Deputy)
Gender: Tom
Age: Twenty four moons
Clan: JayClan
Beliefs: Silverwhisker didn't believe in StarClan at first; when he was just a little kit, of course. His parents didn't know anything about StarClan; so what was there to tell him about the warriors' ancestors? When he got to JayClan (see history; parents wanted him to have a high position in life) at five moons, nearly six moons, he arrived at JayClan and the cats kindly taught him about StarClan.
Silverwhisker became a huge believer in StarClan; he did everything he could to show he respected them. When the storm hit; it did not affect his beliefs. Why? Because Silverwhisker knew they couldn't do anything to help them. Silverwhisker, as mentioned, loves StarClan dearly and would never betray them.
Apprentice: None
Kin: Lily {mother, deceased}, Mutt {father, deceased}
Mate: None
Appearance: Silverwhisker is a runt. He has a silver tabby pelt with black markings. Silverwhisker's eyes are a very dark amber (brown). His legs, for a runt, are medium-ish, and his paws are dainty and swift.
Silverwhisker's frame is very lithe and sleek; he'd be a perfect candidate for a good prey-hunter. His tail is quite short, not fluffy and no where near snake like. His ears are broad at the bottom, and are sharply pointed.
Silverwhisker's nose is quite large, and it's red-ish, outlined with black. His face is pudgy, but not fat, slops in at the nose, and becomes softly pointed at the bottom of his muzzle. His neck is quite short. And his eyes can be very wide, and aren't set far apart.
Personality: Silverwhisker is a very patient and shy tom. He can be stern; and sometimes has a short-temper. He is also very loyal to his clan, and is brave. Though, adding to the shyness, he is sensitive. He takes things way too seriously, and acts like he's stressed all the time.
Silverwhisker is easy-going, as long as you don't push his buttons. He tends to argue a lot to prove his point; but his shyness might prevent that. Silverwhisker can be tricked very easily; and he gets confused all the time. Silverwhisker gets frustrated as well, and when he does, he likes to claw tree trunks.
History: Silverwhisker was born on an abandoned twoleg farm with a black she-cat named Lily, and a gray tom named Mutt. He loved his parents dearly, but one day when he was near six moons, his father and mother sent him off to JayClan; because they wanted him to gain something worthy in life; like having a big spread family and gaining respect.
Yes, he would've had this as a loner, but this is not the dream Lily and Mutt had thought out for him. So, sadly, on one gloomy and rainy day, Silverwhisker trotted off. His parents had named him Rock, and when he got to JayClan, his name was changed to Silverpaw.
Having trying to forget his past; Silverwhisker hardly thinks about his parents, and once when he was about seven moons, when he still thought about them, he left to go find them. He found only a stale scent, and concluded that they were dead. Gone forever.
When the storm hit, Silverwhisker got heavily maimed. He had a deep gash in his side when a branch whacked him, and a huge slash on his forehead when another branch collided with him. Though having lost a lot of blood and feeling woozy, Silverwhisker made it through the storm alive (obviously).
Picture: i40.tinypic.com/4ic4ys.jpg
Roleplay Example: (Rock is Silverwhisker) The sun in the sky illuminated Rock's pelt to a light creamy white. His dark brown (amber) eyes awakened to a new day at the abandoned twoleg farm. "Lily! Mutt!" He called, wandering around their home with his fuzzy silver tabby tail high. He circled the farm, the sun getting caught off from his pelt and shadows crossing over him; making his silver fur seem gray.
"Oh! There you are." He purred happily, and bounded up to his parents. "Why the long faces?" Rock asked.
Lily, the pretty white she-cat, looked over Rock for a long time. "Oh, nothing, Rock. Why don't you come for a walk with me and your father?" Lily asked. Her brown (amber) eyes seemed downcast, and when the wind even moved slightly, she shivered.
"Sure, Lily. C'mon you guys." Rock mewled, his paws kneading the ground under him. The ragged and skinny tom, Mutt, with the gray tabby pelt leaned over, his green eyes sad, but seemed as if they knew it was the right thing to do. He whispered something to Lily, then pulled back urgently.
Lily nodded, then the two got up and urged Rock along. They walked into the forest, the thick canopy of leaves letting narrow shafts of light through their sparkling leaves. Rock suddenly stopped; his eyes narrowing, and a hiss escaped his mouth.
"Who's that?" Rock asked, his muzzle tightening.
Suddenly, Lily and Mutt turned to Rock, and they both whimpered good-byes, then dashed off. Rock tried to follow them, but the brown tabby tom stopped him in his tracks.
"Let me go now you piece of fox-dung!" Rock bellowed, wriggling against the unbeatable strength of the brown tom.
"This all will be explained later." The tom whispered, his voice deep and calming, then without giving Rock a chance to say anything, he picked the kit up and walked off toward the near center of the forest, ignoring the cries of the kit he carried.
Your Own Activity Level: 7/10?
