Post by Rose on May 8, 2008 14:58:09 GMT -8
Name: Now Slvana, once Silverpaw
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Loner
Clan: Once Stoneclan, though none now
Apprentice/Mentor: Formerly Squirrelfoot
Appearance: Slvana is a rather thin cat who usually has a gleaming coat. Her base coat is a light silvery-blue with several black spots/smudges and stripes. Though she could be considered underfed, her coat hides a well-developed and strong muscle system. Her tail is rather fluffy, contrasting oddly with her form. She shares the same fiery gaze with her sister, Goldenpool.
Voice: Her voice is of a high pitch and has a rather musical tone sound to it. Each time she speaks, it sounds like the water in a crystal clear stream. Many have said it's a beatiful sound not heard often enough.
Battle: Slvana is surprisingly fierce in a battle. It seems that even though she appears kind, she could easily kill. Each cat she fights with is treated as if they said something offending to her. She shows mercy to no one.
Personality: Though this she-cat appears kind, this is not the case. She once was a happy little being, but ever since her apprentice days her life has been filled with hate and despair. Her attitude toward others is icy, and is even deadly toward Clan cats. It seems she can't stand the sight of them. She keeps to the shadows, avoiding nearly everyone. Once, she was kind, but since everything she loved was taken away, she has become a creature of hate and misery.
History: Kit: Silverkit was born in a litter of two kits, her and her sister Goldenkit. Even from the beginning, Silverkit could tell that Goldenkit disliked her a great amount. As a carefree kit, she took no note of this and soon grew to Silverpaw.
Early apprentice days: Silverpaw was an eager young she-cat that aimed to please at all times. She and her sister were complete opposites. Eventually, the silver tabby began crushing on a fellow apprentice by the name of Snakepaw. Her sister saw this as a only one more thing that Silverpaw received she did not. One day while hunting, Goldenpaw spun a web of lies that started Silverpaw's pain and hatred of the Clans. The apprentice ran from her only known home in despair.
Late apprentice days: She wandered for several hours until she eventually collapsed in a field that was far from Stoneclan territory. The next time she woke, she was in a barn. Apparently she had been rescued by an absent-minded old tom by the name of Chester. Chester couldn't remember her name, for he kept mistaking her for a tabby from long ago named 'Slvana'. On his dying day, he finally remembered her name, but she said no. Silverpaw was no longer her name. As Chester died, Silverpaw became known as Slvana, in honor of her life saver.
Family:
Yewpelt-Father-StarClan
Birdsong-Mother-StarClan
Goldenpool-Sister-Stoneclan
SW: Two figures lay in a small clearing, one on the brink of death. The light was fading from the day, as was the life from an old tom. Another figure was hunched over the yellow tabby tom, eyes shadowed with great grief. The she-cat, a silver tabby, quietly mourned her friend and wondered how she would ever survive without him. After she had left the Clans, he was the one who rescued her, the one who was her only friend and family. It would be like the day without the sun after he died. Just wrong.
"S....Silverpaw....you must go. If you don't upwalkers will find you...." the tom rasped, his rolling eyes locking on the former apprentice.
Silverpaw was slightly stunned as she nuzzled her friend. He had finally remembered her name. But was it even hers anymore?
"Chester....I'll never forget you." she replied, tears running down her fur now.
"I'll........I'll....always be t-there, even if you can-can't see me." the tom replied. There was one last desperate gasp, then nothing. His form stilled forever, his soul gone from the world.
The she-cat buried her nose in his fur, wanting to wail her grief. "Never again," she murmured, "Never again will I be called Silverpaw. I am now Slvana forevermore."
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