Post by ♫Mistedfire♪ on Dec 12, 2008 20:57:15 GMT -5
Name: Silentcloud
Age: 84 moons
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: MountainClan
Rank: Elder
Picture:
Description: Silentcloud isn't as well-muscled as she was as a warrior, but she can get around. She has watchful amber eyes and a white base coat. She has gray on her nose, ears, top of her head, a splotch on her left flank, an oval on her right shoulder, and a stripe down her back. Her tail is also tipped with gray. Her nose is black and her pawpads are hard. A scar also runs by her throat. Also, her fur is sort of thin.
Personality: Silentcloud is sweet and quiet. She will tell a story for a good, plump bird, however. She has a soft spot for kits and apprentices, too. Her mind is quick, and she always had a snappy reply. That is, when she choses to talk. Silentcloud prefers to be silent, partially due to her voice, which is raspy and harsh, even though her personality is sweet. She doesn't like fighting, but also doesn't always speak her opinion. It's a lesson learned that you have the right to remain silent.
History: As a kit, Silentcloud was quiet. She didn't push as much as the others, nor cry. That was noticed immediately and hence her name. As an apprentice, she pranced and plays as the others did. She did not excel in fighting, but got the stalk down immediately. So she progressed with life and earned her warrior name. While she was a warrior, a hawk's talons cut her throat—not fatally though. But it damaged her voice and turned it harsh and raspy. She lived her warrior life normally otherwise. Then came the day when she felt her wasn't as strong as she used to be. She wasn't young anymore with the qualities it took to be a warrior. So she became an elder.
Role play example: Silentcloud paused at the edge of the elders' den. She sniffed the crisp winter air disdainfully. Her fur hadn't been growing as thickly in the past winters. Stiffly she sat on the already frosting ground. White and gray fur moved together in unison as Silentcloud walked across camp to where fresh-kill was stored. Smiling good-naturedly at the waking apprentices, she rasped a short sentence. "Don't you apprentices these days notice your elders?" The old cat wasn't truthfully mad. If she were an apprentice, she would've stayed in for an extra minute.
Other: Say anything else you would like to say here.
Age: 84 moons
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: MountainClan
Rank: Elder
Picture:
Description: Silentcloud isn't as well-muscled as she was as a warrior, but she can get around. She has watchful amber eyes and a white base coat. She has gray on her nose, ears, top of her head, a splotch on her left flank, an oval on her right shoulder, and a stripe down her back. Her tail is also tipped with gray. Her nose is black and her pawpads are hard. A scar also runs by her throat. Also, her fur is sort of thin.
Personality: Silentcloud is sweet and quiet. She will tell a story for a good, plump bird, however. She has a soft spot for kits and apprentices, too. Her mind is quick, and she always had a snappy reply. That is, when she choses to talk. Silentcloud prefers to be silent, partially due to her voice, which is raspy and harsh, even though her personality is sweet. She doesn't like fighting, but also doesn't always speak her opinion. It's a lesson learned that you have the right to remain silent.
History: As a kit, Silentcloud was quiet. She didn't push as much as the others, nor cry. That was noticed immediately and hence her name. As an apprentice, she pranced and plays as the others did. She did not excel in fighting, but got the stalk down immediately. So she progressed with life and earned her warrior name. While she was a warrior, a hawk's talons cut her throat—not fatally though. But it damaged her voice and turned it harsh and raspy. She lived her warrior life normally otherwise. Then came the day when she felt her wasn't as strong as she used to be. She wasn't young anymore with the qualities it took to be a warrior. So she became an elder.
Role play example: Silentcloud paused at the edge of the elders' den. She sniffed the crisp winter air disdainfully. Her fur hadn't been growing as thickly in the past winters. Stiffly she sat on the already frosting ground. White and gray fur moved together in unison as Silentcloud walked across camp to where fresh-kill was stored. Smiling good-naturedly at the waking apprentices, she rasped a short sentence. "Don't you apprentices these days notice your elders?" The old cat wasn't truthfully mad. If she were an apprentice, she would've stayed in for an extra minute.
Other: Say anything else you would like to say here.
