Post by løиetëaя on Oct 11, 2010 11:34:17 GMT -7
Silvermist
*/Shadowclan/13 moons/Warrior/She-cat
*/Personality
Shy and skittish, she sticks to the edges of the clan not wanting any attention drawn to herself. She frightens easily, making her a very jumpy cat. Other cats would call her superstitious though they don't find her very annoying because of it, rather they pity her for the past that lead to the cat she is today.
*/Description
A delicate silver tabby with ice blue eyes, she catches unwanted attention from toms of any clan though she avoids them as much as possible. Her body is slim and long, built light and small for lightning fast speed.
Her paws are white as well as her muzzle. They gradually darken into various shades of silver ranging from a very light silver on her chest to a very dark silver on her back. Most of her fur is somewhere between in color, not light but not dark and her pelt is marked with darker stripes of silver all the way to her ringed tail.
Her eyes are her most catching feature, drawing in others with their bright and intense color. Her ice blue eyes are ringed with black, only making them that much more noticeable.
*/Short Description
A pretty silver tabby she-cat with ice blue eyes.
*/History
Born on a day of the dark sun her entire life has been laced with misfortune. Her mother bore a large litter with seven kits in all. Each and every one of them died after only taking a few breaths while the medicine cat was helpless to do anything. She was the last kit to be born and her mother was distraught after loosing all the others. She had given up on the tiny silver bundle and left her to die alone. Moments after she was born she left the den, going into the forest to die so she could join her kits.
Silverkit was raised by another queen, though she was hesitant to nurse her for fear there was something wrong with her. When Silverkit was old enough to understand she believed the misfortune to be Starclan's punishment on them for her mother taking a rogue as her mate.
As she grew older she still felt punished and cursed. Nothing she did ever went right. As an apprentice her mentor drowned saving her from a flooded river. The cat that took over her training died of sickness in leaf bare and her best friend was killed before ever becoming a warrior. Eventually she shied away from the rest of the clan, not wanting to cause more misfortune to the already unlucky cats that had her as a clanmate. After training alone she was made a warrior though most of the clan had already given up on her.
