Иαмɛ
Silverpaw
Ǥɛи∂ɛя
She-cat
Aɢɛ
10 moons
Яαиκ
Apprentice
Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
Would like to become a warrior
Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
She is very calm and good-natured, with a very compassionate and caring heart. She's deathly loyal to her Clan, and, although she doesn't really like to fight, she'll do whatever it takes to defend the Clan (although she'll usually try to think of other ways to solve problems, before fighting). She's quite intelligent and is a swift runner. She tends to daydream and is a hopeless romantic. She's scared of the dark, and also of really bad storms. As for her past, she was born into TimberClan, to parents who were descended from RiverClan, and she had no littermates. Unfortunately, both of her parents were killed in an accident when she was still a kit.
Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Her fur feels soft and downy, and it lays flat and short over most of her body, except for her tail, which has slightly longer fur and appears to be much fluffier. Her pelt is a deep silver, with black tabby stripes.
Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
Her eyes are pale green.
βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
She is average-sized and has a fairly average build that borders onto stocky, but she almost always appears thin (as she doesn't eat very much; she'd rather make sure the rest of the Clan is fed).
Ƙιи
No living kin.
Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
RiverClan
Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
Currently not interested in any cat; would love to have a mate and a family someday.
Ѳтнɛя
Sixty-two.
Ғσямαттιиɢ Єϰαмρℓɛ
Silverpaw padded out of the camp, purring a greeting to a Clanmate who passed her as he was walking in. The sunlight felt quite warm, and Silverpaw stretched luxuriously, letting the warmth on her pelt soothe her. She flicked her ears as she heard a bird singing in the treetops above. She was so focused on the little bird's song, she almost didn't notice a mouse scampering across the ground, almost right in front of her, just a few fox-lengths away. Silverpaw crouched, lowered her tail, and began to prowl silently towards the mouse, keeping her weight in her haunches, to ensure that her paws wouldn't thud on the ground and scare the little creature. When she was just a few tail-lengths away, she shook her hindquarters for a moment and leaped, pinning the mouse by its tail before it could even notice her. It squeaked in protest, but its cry was cut off by a quick bite to the neck. Silverpaw, pleased with herself, grabbed the fresh-kill in her jaws and turned to go back into the camp. I should probably take this to the queens, she thought. I'm sure they'll appreciate it.
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