Silverstar, ThunderClan Leader

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Name: Silvercloud
Age (In Moons) : 30 [now older]
Gender[/color]: She-cat
Alliance/Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior [Leader now]
Visual:
Description:

Beautiful moonlight silver fur; striped with darker flecks, almost in an adult's leopard's pattern. Much like a snow leopard really. Silvercloud's body is lithe... very graceful looking; slender and fragile. Her fur is sleek, not like most ThunderClan cats. Although leaf-bares are hard on her and her thin pelt, she bounces back in green-leaf, when weather is warm and every other cat feels the burn of the blazing sun upon their thick pelts. Silvercloud's tail is very long; still as sleek as the rest of her body. A peculiar kink can never seem to work itself out... making her look unique. A small face is bestowed to her; nose in a sort of 'point' at the end of her muzzle. This silver she-cat has unusually long whiskers; stretching a good half-a mouse length towards the forest walls. Her ears are an oval shape, like most cats. Silver tufts of whispy fur stick out at the top, almost like a lynx's. A good amount of scars layer her body, but you wouldn't guess. Most are covered in silk-like silver fur. The only few that show through are relatively minor; only one long gash on her right shoulder showing through. A great battle really.

Last but certainly not least are her strangely captivating eyes. Silvercloud's opticals are a light navy, mixed in with onyx swirls. They seem to be an ocean of thoughts... always showing her ideas; yet not showing her feelings. At times, they look dead; at others they are full of life, beautiful and never-ending. When Silvercloud stares at you it will usually feel as if she can see into your soul...

Personality:

A very motherly soul and never-ending patience is what makes Silvercloud Silvercloud. Some may say she is 'soft' and 'fragile' but at a second look at the fire in her eyes they will think differently. She is very quick-footed, able to run long distances quite quickly. This makes her a wonderful hunter which is a good thing, as she enjoys it very much. During battles she will force herself to take on the biggest oppenent, no matter the challenge. Her battles are fought wisely though, using proper techinques and moves. She has always been loyal, and does her best to follow the Warrior Code as closely as possible.

Although Silvercloud's tone is soft and calm, rarely reaching a sharp tone unless in battle, it can be very infuriating at times, so calm and happy. She is relatively easy-going... although she will do what is right. Although on the outside, Silvercloud is sweet and darling, this silver tabby certainly has a tongue on her and will use it. She is a very good interpreter of other cat's feelings, no matter how hard they try to hide it, it can usually be unveiled by Silvercloud. But be forewarned... there is so much more to see of this cat. She is a complex mesh of thrown-together feelings; although she will never show you them unless dear to her. She is very different indeed. Like a book not quite opened completely yet.

If you look closer you may see her daydreaming out the ferns of camp and more likely or not, she will be thinking about a mate and kits. She has always dreamed of such things... to love more than other queen's kits. Other times she will be daydreaming about more horrid things... about her long-forgotten past...

In a nut-shell; she's complicated.

History::
Her history is a different one ... what others but her think though; perhaps not so 'different'. Now, I can't tell you part of her history ... cause that is giving away much too much. But the jist of it:

Silvercloud was born on a warm, sunny, green-leaf morning, light cascading into the nursery in thin strands. She was always thought of as some kind of blessing. A gift from StarClan on that day. She had only one littermate, a pretty little she-cat, named Quailfeather. Although occasionally people doubted the 'blessing' idea, she soared through training, landing herself a nice position as a new warrior. She grew with grace, beauty, and skill every hunting patrol or battle. A few happy moons later her sister died ... giving birth to a small litter of kits. Silvercloud eventually worked her way up through the foodchain of clan cats, becoming a relatively 'senoir' warrior.
Not much else to tell ... yet.

*INSERT HER HISTORY I HAVE RPED NOW HERE*

Example Of Role Playing:

Silver paws pounded on the forest floor, leaves shaking with the quickness of them. Although light and graceful, the shape made thudding footsteps along the undergrowth, sunlight flickering off her thin silhouette. The squirrel darted to one side, desperately trying to make an escape from the huntress's spear-like claws behind it. The change in direction did nothing to help the poor being and the silver she-cat's maw turned into a smile. Food. Food to help her clan.
With a great leap she seemed to fly through the air, landing square on the shoulder's of her prey. Not wanting the creature to suffer too much she bit down hard on the puny neck, tasting the iron-y taste of blood on her sandpaper tongue. Giving a silent prayer to StarClan she covered it with powdery dirt, going to come back for it after her hunt.

Turning towards the nearby bundle of ferns she smiled, at least as much as a cat can smile, and tilted her head to the baby blue sky, completely free of clouds; nothing obscuring her view of the delight. This was her life. This was Silvercloud's life ... and she loved it to the end.

A mouse darted into view, scuttering through the bushes with quick footsteps. Silvercloud was quicker. Pouncing with a precise accuracy that took moons to learn she snapped it's neck with no more then a flick of a razor claw. It made a slight queak, convulsed once, then died suddenly. Her kinked tail hung over her head as she padded slowly back to the plump squirrel, basking in the peircing green-leaf light, murky eyes squinted in joy.

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