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« on: November 26, 2012, 03:11:36 pm »
Name. Silverstorm
Age. 20 Moons
Alliance. ThunderClan
Rank. Warrior
Gender. Female
Appearance. Silver/gray pelt. When she moves lightly, her fur ripples along her body like water. Her paws a small but strong, her legs long and firm. She has wiry muscles, and she runs very fast. She has ice blue eyes with silver/white accents. Her fur is fluffy and thick. She is a medium cat in height, but slightly light, which helps the fact she loves sleeping in trees and jumping from them.
Personality. Wise, fierce. She is firm but gentle and caring. At times she is very impatient and nasty, and takes a liking to the sick, young, old or weak. She often wonders whether she should have become a medicine cat. She often is alone, or 'unique' as she likes to name it. She is quiet, but in battle she is fierce. She is a cat who likes to plan ahead, and her plans are normally good. She is a wonderful leader and listener, but she can be horrid to selfish and arrogant cats, and likes not to hear any excuses.
History. She grew up in the Clan and was born there. Nothing unnatural.
Role Play sample. Silverstorm's light paws padded silently across the forest floor, picking bare spots where the leaves did not fall. Her ice-blue eyes flicked from side to side, ears flicking. She was alert in case of any danger. She was too near to ShadowClan territory to not be cautious. A tiny pulsing of a rodent heart beat in her ears from under a pile of leaves. She could hear the scuffling, but she remained motionless. Dropping into a crouch, she crept along around the edge of the nearest tree. She circled it, and came to a stop a fox-length from the mouse, she tensed her legs, and leaped silently upon the mouse.
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