Post by Måø§† on Feb 1, 2008 21:25:45 GMT -8
Name: Silverstar
Age: 24 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Stoneclan
Rank: Leader
Apearance: Beautiful fur that has a distinct silver tint to it as if moonlight always shines on it. Her long hair and tabby markings are always clean and elegant. Her fur creates a windblown appearance since her home is WindClan.
Silverstar eyes have the slightest green touch to them but have mostly a marble like stone color. Taking on a serious but loving gaze.
She has a very sleek figure, tall, strong, and graceful and many times it looks like she dancing on air as she battles.
Her long white whiskers fray from her white muzzle. Her voice is soft although powerful, and she can create a tone in which cats will listen and obey her in desperate situations.
Personality: Silverstar has a soft side for kits and apprentices and often talks and plays with them, finding the time and patients. She is a brave warrior and respects all cats, her faith dedicated to the health and strengths of her Clan.
She is quick in decision and clever in tactic. Even though she respects StarClan and their warrior code, she will occasionally break it with a good intention when she must do what seems correct.
In battle she is feirce, strong, and always honors her Clan no matter what the circumstance.
History: Silverstar was born to her bounty mother Sagefrost as an only kit. As a kit she often begged her mother to tell her of her father but Sagefrost had the right to remain silent and used it. Having no siblings she befriended the many other kits and often considered them her brothers and sisters. Although true at heart she often antagonized those older than her and more than once found her way out of camp before apprenticeship. Her head-strong and curious attitude often tired the other kits but she shed her most annoying traits soon before becoming an apprentice.
As an apprentice she broke a few of the warrior code rules but not withought a good reason and excuse. She trained hard and found her mind set on battle tactic and fighting. Not only did she master the basic moves but she was known for her creativity and the ability to come up with knew moves whenever she was needed. At seven moons her mother died from a gang of rogues when they found her mother on her own. After chasing the rogues out, Silverstar discovered some of the strongest emotions such as loss and revenge. Knowing she must trust her Clan, with her friends help she was able to master the emotions and work on new goals and accomplish them.
After she passed the warrior assesment at twelve moons, she became a warrior; diligently working and not only caring for her success but reasuring and caring for every cats success. She tried hard to get to know each individual cat for what is Clan withought knowing itself. She often strategized and passed everything she learned to her friends. She stays bold even when danger calls and when it does call she faces it withought even knowing the meaning of fear.
Now a leader Silverstar is proud and confident. She is quick thinking and easy to talk to, yet hostile towards suspicious cats and or Clans.
WS: She opened her eyes to find herself in a large clearing, the ground damp and sodden with moist air. The trees towered higher than she had ever seen before, she could just barely see the tops of them, and yet she dared not climb them. Silverstar glanced from one spot to another, each time finding the same result, nothing but an empty forest. Yet each transition she made, she felt the steady eyes of someone burning through her moonlit pelt.
The forest was so unfimiliar to her, she was a Stoneclan cat, and her home was in the hills far from this dim lit place. Confused and bewildered she traveled away, farther and farther, from the clearing. Every glance back was a fowl mistake for nothing but trees and the whistling wind swayed behind her. But the eyes stayed, never leaving and for a moment Silverstar caught site of a cat like figure. But as soon as she saw it, it was gone. Was she mad?
She became concious that it must be a dream, yet she couldn't wake up until the dream reached a moral, and what to expect in an empty place such as this she did not know.
Suddenly a pale black figure stood infront of her, had she not seen him before? His figure, a small black tom cat with eyes closed shut. His long tedious tale wrapped securely around his front paws, his posture perfectly upright. He was small for a tom, but looked strong and quick, daring and courageous.
Keeping an acute distance from this unknown cat she somehow could pull her eyes away from him. He was plain, yet so interesting in an unfamiliar way. Suddenly his eyes flew open and eyes so yellow and unfriendly Silverstar stepped back in fear for the first time. They stared at her with purpose, burning her own eyes this time. It was the same glare that she had felt before she had seen him, but ten times stronger and full of hatred and something else she couldn't decipher.
But somehow his gaze felt indirect, staring at her full on yet empty at the same time. His eyes looked glassy, like tranparent marble. And then she understood. This cat, this unknown feirce tom, was blind.
Other: Mother: Sagefrost, StarClan
Father: Unknown