Silverclaw--Dark Forest

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Silverclaw once of the great AspenClan Age 2 years 2 moons Gender Female Rank Warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS light tan and my eyes are light amber Scars Silverclaw has many light scars across her back (most of which are fading away), but her most prominent and permanent ones are the jagged line ripping her left ear and the gash on her right flank. The scar on her ear was from when she was just a kit, and a horde of AshClan warriors attacked her as she explored the base of Bright Peak with her mother. The wound on her right flank was most recent – received during the battle at the Gathering. Appearance Silverclaw’s pelt is a white-tan tabby color touched with silver. She is a very stunning looking cat, though of a quite stocky frame. She is well-muscled and has unusually thick fur. Her muzzle is of average length, and her twin eyes are a very light amber that darkens if she’s angry or distressed. Her long ears also help greatly with hearing prey. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M distrustful AND clever Personality As Silverclaw is not an AspenClan-born cat (of which she doesn’t know for sure but suspects so), she naturally distrusts the other Clan members. Her words and manner are always guarded and careful. Not one to relax much, her moods easily slide into another, morphing from friendly to spitting mad in a heartbeat. While none can claim she’s an aristocrat, she’s still especially friendly with other Clans, pondering whether or not she might belong with them instead. As such, her loyalty to AspenClan is very much questioned, she’s basically a social outcast in the Clan. Since Silverclaw is truly from FrostClan, she has inherited the scheming mind and offensive attitude of FrostClan cats. Before the AspenClan leader announces anything, she has already deduced what the leader will say through eavesdropping and gossip. Also, she is infamous for conjuring up excuses or plans when needed. As it is, she is still extremely valuable to AspenClan, which is known for its inability to plan well. Preferences Contrary to popular belief, Silverclaw rather enjoys company and attention. However, her suspicion and lack of trust in others make it hard for her to obtain friends. Although when hunting, she prefers to stalk prey alone, to allow her to concentrate more on her task. She also enjoys negotiating or just being in the company of other Clans. She is, though, afraid of foxes and wary of cats larger than her. Secret Ambitions What she wants more than anything is to find out who her family is. She also has decided to change and become more social. Strengths/Weaknesses Silverclaw is a great hunter but a terrible fighter. She has quick reflexes and heightened senses that allow her to detect and kill prey more efficiently. However, that helps little with fighting as her defensive moves are weak. Another disadvantage for her is her lack of climbing/jumping skills and her great fear of foxes. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY foster PARENTS ARE Dawnpelt AND Lightbreeze Family Her real parents are Icepelt and Stoneheart, and her real sister is named Brooktail. However, her surrogate family consists of Dawnpelt and Lightbreeze, and a sister and brother called Tawnyfoot and Whitecloud. Event that Lead to being a Warrior Silverclaw was grudgingly accepted as a warrior after her 5th warrior assessment. Cause of Death Died giving birth to her first litter of kits – Mothkit, Mosskit, and Rainkit History Silverclaw was born as Palekit, a light tan tabby cat nursing from a pure white queen called Icepelt, along with a gray tabby named Brookkit. Icepelt was nearing her elderly years and did not much care for her kits. Like most FrostClan cats, she was shrewd and manipulative. During a trip to the base of Bright Peak to allow her kits to see the border of their territory, they were attacked by a patrol of AspenClan cats, who also shredded Palekit’s ear. This patrol was also trailed by a snobby and overly curious kit called Silverkit, whose mother had recently been attacked and was resting in the nursery. It was then that Icepelt realized the odd resemblance between Palekit and Silverkit. Reflecting on how useful it would be to have a spy in AspenClan, she stole away one night and entered the AspenClan camp, switching her kit with Silverkit. Because of their similarity in appearance and the refusal of Dawnpelt (mother of the real Silverkit) to admit her kit was different, Palekit had no trouble adjusting to her new life. Besides, compared to the obnoxious Silverkit, Palekit’s quiet and obedient ways really reached the hearts of the other cats. And so moons passed and Palekit graduated to the apprentice status, receiving the new name of Silverpaw. However, that same week, Tawnypaw and Whitepaw revealed their suspicions on how perhaps Silverpaw was not the real daughter of Dawnpelt. That was when Silverpaw’s friendly nature vanished; a cold and distrustful front replacing her usual confidence. At her first Gathering as an apprentice, Silverpaw was bursting to know who her true family was. She gossiped with all of the apprentices, hoping for some clue but none could assist her. She tried again at subsequent Gatherings, only to be disappointed again and again. Soon, she was in her second year as an apprentice, Tawnypaw and Whitepaw having been made warriors moons ago. It wasn’t that she was a terrible hunter but rather her distrustful nature that turned her down each moon. Finally, after her 5th Warrior’s assessment, the Clan leader admitted she was more than ready to accept the responsibility of becoming a Warrior. Although none would say so, she was incredible at hunting and planning things for the Clan. However, she used her new warrior status to sneak out of camp and spy on other clans, hoping to discover her true family. And today, she is still searching and searching… Sample RP Small sample of a post Never’s friend, the royal liar, was flicking her eyes up into the heavens, peering up at the lone splotch marring the endless blue. The crow was riding the thermals, generated by all the heat rising from the scalding surface of the canyons. Leisurely soaring up above, he obviously did not wish to tangle into the mess created by the three wolves. Upon the bronzed face of his friend was worn a wistful, dreamy expression; no doubt she was again musing over gold. Now it was odd, the behavior and relation between her and Never. Was he her familiar? Nightshade had heard of such, these oh-so-precious, pampered wolves ordering their familiars about. Small creatures of any species of rodent or bird. Pitiful things enslaved by their respective, but not respectful, wolves. What a shame. The smirk stretched across her muzzle was immediately replaced with a slight frown as she pondered this as she had the puzzle of Never. From the snatches of gossip, it was clear the communication between familiar and wolf took place in thoughts; no other wolf could join in the conversation for it was privately executed. Glancing again at the wolf, she wondered what sort of messages were being transferred to that black speck in the sky. Shaking her head in confusion, she turned to the omega wolf. You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

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