Post by imo123 on Jun 13, 2010 20:32:56 GMT -5
A Bit About You
Your Name ∙ Imogen
Out of Character Name ∙Imo
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Time Zone ∙ GMT +10 Australian Eastern
How You Found Us ∙ Looking for a Warrior RPG (Surfing the Net).Introductions
Character’s Name ∙ SilverCloud
Age ∙ 35 moons
Gender ∙ She-cat
Residing ∙ ThunderClan
Character Type WarriorMindset
Overall Personality ∙ SilverCloud is a bit of a snob in her actions. She is also slightly vain, and a bit of a show-off as well. She takes what she haves for granted; Good looks and good hunting and warrior skills. She has ready scorn for anyone who insults her or her Clan, even though she teases her Clan mates constantly.
But, saying all this, she CAN be kind, loyal and a good friend. When I said that she has ready scorn for people who insult her, she does the same for friends. It's not always a good thing; It can make a small taunt into a huge fight. She is a better hunter than fighter, which means another setback, since when she starts a fight she is not really good at fighting it.
During hard Leafbares, she CAN (another big CAN) care a lot more to her fellow Clan mates than usual, hunting for everyone, exhausting herself before she had even had a bite. It depends; she does not always do this, just she does.......sometimes. Deep down, underneath all that scorn and vain, she has a big heart, and sometimes it seems like Leafbare melts the scorn and vain.
Additional Tidbits ∙ SilverCloud wasn't always like she was. She used to be different, but Ravenpaw's death gave her pain and she was a changed cat.Reflection
Overall Appearance ∙ Silvercloud is a very beautiful cat. She is tall, poised and has silver fur. Her eyes are a beautiful blue-breen. Her fur is slightly fluffy, and she has long white whiskers. Her ears a pricked and pointed. She is about the average size, but maybe a bit fatter than some cats during NewLeaf, due to her love to hunt.
Her paws and quite small, giving her an elegant movement and a high jump. She is never seen muddy or covered in something vile, because she is a neat eater, and always clean herself up. Her tail is long, and it often drags on the ground, getting the long fur dirty.
Her eyes are sharp and can be seen in the dark very easily, making it a pain when you are stalking prey in half-darkness, when her eyes glow. Her swift movement makes her a quick-killer, slowly stalking it, then springing up on the prey. Her elegant movements are usually what first catches other cats eyes, then when she looks at them, if she is not angry, her eyes usually captivate them.
When you are looking in her eyes when she is angry, you will feel fire burning in them. When she is sad, you feel like you are being plunged into ice-cold water. When she is happing, they are wide, and you feel like you are swimming in clam, warm water.Backstory
Family History ∙ Her parents, Stream and Night, are loners. They are still loners today. Her grandmother (on her mother's side), was a RiverClan cat, that ran away with a loner. (I'm leaving other information for later) She thinks she was born in RiverClan, even though she wasn't.
Family ∙ Mother: Stream (loner)
Father: Night (loner)
Brother Lightning (dead)
Birthplace ∙ Near the forest were the Clan cats live, a small group of loners reside, which is where she was born. This group no longer exists, and know these loners are no longer together, and they walk around near the clans, only with their mates or family.
Background ∙ Newleaf's great heat pelted down on the silvery she-cat. She was carrying a silver kit and a black kit as well. The drought had dried up part of the river that usually ran in between the loner's territory and the clans. She laid down her precious kits, sadness filling in her green eyes. The silver kit looked just like her, though had blue rimmed around too. The black kit wailed, thirsty and hungry. "Shhhhh," she said, nosing the black kit. "I don't have any milk for you." The black kit's strength was failing.
A large black cat soon appeared, rubbing his fur against the side of the queen. "Are you sure you want to do this Stream?" he said. "No," Stream replied, "But Night, I have to do it for the good of my kits. I don't have any milk to feed them. Besides, when I told the tabby he said the territory had plenty of prey and water. he knew my mother, Sky, before she left the clan, when he was a kit. he was glad to have her grandchildren." Night just grunted, because he did not think highly of her plan. He licked his kits. "Where is the tabby anyway?" he said annoyed, trying to hide the slight sadness of him leaving his kits he loved. But Stream was paying attention to him. She was looking at the young black kit that breathing was becoming shallow and distant. "Lightning," she said, nosing the young kit. His breathing had almost stopped. She covered him in licks, trying to make him better. "Oh Lightning." she said, he voice filled with sadness as she realized the black kit was dead. "You should go Night," she croaked, "I told the tabby I would be alone." Night disappeared, and soon enough a brown tabby appeared. He was not alone. With him stood a patched she-cat.
"Hello," he said, greeting Stream, "These are the kits?" Stream nodded, "She'll be nursing them." he said, nodding towards the she-cat, who was sniffing the kits. "The black one is dead." she said. "Very well," the she-cat said, picking up the silver kit. "She is a beautiful kit. She will be well looked after here." Stream nodded. "Goodbye," she said, giving her kit a final lick, then the two disappeared.
"I can't get it right!" Silverpaw said to her mentor as they practised a fighting move.
"It's okay," he said, "You can have a rest for the day." The young cat bounded into the camp. Ravenpaw, a young black cat was eating off the fresh-kill pile. Silverpaw's heart leaped when she saw him. She loved the black tom. She was about to talk to him when their leader spoke, "Cats of the clan. WindClan have stolen too many prey. We are going to declare a fight." Silverpaw looked at Ravenpaw, who looked eager and excited. She hope she wasn't going to get chosen, since she was not very good at fighting. She wasn't chosen-but Ravenpaw was.
When they came back from the fight, Silverpaw bounded up to the pack, hoping to see Ravenpaw. But all the warriors looked sad. "Ravenpaw!" she said through the bustle. Soon, a large tom was carrying an unmoving black body. She ran up, to see her beloved Ravenpaw laying down Please don't be dead! she thought, and she nosed the black cat. He opened up hi green eyes for the last time. "Silverpaw?" he said, then he let a heaving sigh, "I'll miss you Silverpaw," he said, "No Ravenpaw!" she said, licking him, "Goodbye Silverpaw." he said, then he leaned back, gave one last breath, and died. "No Ravenpaw, don't leave me!" She said, licking him. But it was no use. he was dead. Silverpaw moaned and sobbed, staying by his body, even when other cats crowded around him, she remained still and silent, apart from the sobs she was making.Sample
Silvercloud entered back into the camp, holding a large rabbit. NewLeaf was giving them splendid prey, and the forest was beautiful as always, flowers blooming everywhere. A young balck kit with green eyes was playing in the nursery, and a claw stabbed her heart, as she thought of Ravenpaw, the dead cat she loved. A juicy vole was in the jaws of a brown warrior, and he went over to her and put the vole down. "A good vole isn't it?" he smirked, for the day before SilverCloud had said that catching something dead must be a challenge for him. "Your finest hour." she said, moving away from him.
She ate her rabbit, suddenly feeling very energetic. As she past the elder's den, a wave of sadness flew over her-Her mother, Tawnyspots, had died a moon ago.When she looked at the elder's den, it looked empty without her mother in it. She didn't know who her father was. When she had asked once as a kit why she didn't look like her, Tawnyspots had said, "You look like your father." she said, then quickly changed the subject. Even though the fresh-kill pile was bulging, she felt like hunting again. She ran into the bushes, disappearing into ThunderClan's territory.Contract
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--Imogen
