Silverwolf--AspenClan WIP

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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 Silverwolf of the great AspenClan Age 19 moons Gender She-cat Rank Warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS SILVER and my eyes are wolf amber? Scars Appearance My form is thick and muscular, filled with power and strength. My pelt is the color of a moon's shadow, thick grey and misty. I have amber eyes that is comenly found in wolves. I have a deep scar on my left shoulder that shows what I have done. My head, wide and always over flowing with thoughts and tactics. My tail is silent but bushy, attracting toms that are always too cocky. My maw, as perfect as the creator would alow, almost always hold a smile. Underneath there are uncountable battle scars, and my teeth are a dazzeling, star white with sharp tips. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M LOYAL(personality trait) AND CARING? Personality My heart is pure, and never touches the dark hatred that looms in the shadows. I am always quick to search for a solution, be it to catch more prey or create a battle tactic in a rough fight. I choose to side with talking, blood must not always be spilt, yet I will fight for my clan even if it must end in death. I am as loyal as any leader could ask for, or any kit could admire. Cause and effect is what I live to figure out. A mate has never ouched my heart yet I do not spend my time mooning over proud toms. Loyalty is first, not the longing for a family. My friends, seeing kits grow to become warriors, is the reason of my very breathing, and if one only has the chance to become strong and noble if I have to join our past friends in Starclan than it shall be exactly that.Yes I admit that I have an attitude toward other leaders, but that is only because they do not share the same thoughts of how to plan as I. Dont try to pester me, or you will have to face a consequence that could leave you cleaning out the elders den until you are an elder.I am a very straight forward cat, always trying my best to stick to the warrior code. Preferences I like o see families happy. And hat it when it is taken away due to death. Secret Ambitions Inside, I want to become leader one day, and show every clan what a leader I can be. Strengths/Weaknesses My strength is hope. In every meeting glance, in every being. Strength is how I got her. My weakness, is kits. I would do anything when It comes to a kit or my close friends and leader. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE WOLFFANG AND SILVERMOON? Family Mother-Silvermoon Father-Wolffang Event that Lead to being a Warrior I helped a patrol agaisnt a badger. History KIT- I was born some where in Aspenclan's territory. When i opened my eyes I could not see anything, it was dark, and freezing. I felt a cat beside me, soft and warm. I shied closer to it, and heard the laughter of a she-cat." Oh little one, you will be home soon. " her pelt smelt of rose petals, and milk. I asked warily, " Mamma?" I felt the she cat laughed and lick my cheek though I could not she her face, however her bright green eyes blinked warmly as the picked me up by my scruff. Then I spent six moons in Aspenclan's nursery. APPRENTICE- Like any other kit would, I became an apprentice at 6 moons. Mamma and Daddy watched proudly as the leader recited the ancient cerimony. I closed my eyes as they called my name and vowed to serve them with my whole being until I breath no more. WARRIOR- I became Silverwolf at 11 moons. The leader saw my strength and loyalty and thought it correct to make me a warrior early after I fought away a badger with a patrol. I've kept to my vowe, and my parents could not be prouder. That is where I stand currently. Sample RP A beautiful Bengal pelt moved over the open moorland. The long legs moving, gracefully and slow. Breath taking blue orbs scanned the hills for a flash of fur. Windclan has changed so much, and so little time has passed though it feels like a life time. She remembered all the faces that had past... and the ones that had left her... Fastclaw, Ezelia,... her throat clutched as she remembered a rough looking calico tom... and Dustfang.. He just disappeared... The tom she had cared for so much... The one she wanted to spend her life with... gone without even a hint of why. But she has not seen him in Starclan on her frequent trips to the moon pool.. He’s alive, he has to be. she reasoned. Dustfang wouldn’t have join the fox-heart cats in the Dark Forest... not him She remember that night by the cherry-blossom tree. When their two hearts became one... and the question that she had known the answer too for ages.' Will you be my mate Acora?' She remembered her heart soaring like and eagles wings over an open plain.' Yes, of course I will Dustfang!' She pranced in circles in joy and happiness. They had spent the entire night under the tree and when the sun rose and they went back home quickly before any cat was up. Does he remember that night? Does Dustfang even remember how much we loved each other? This she did not know... and it broke her heart again and again not to know if he remembers her or their daughter at all... She held back tears as she sat down to look at the place that, over many moons, has become her home. A warm breeze touched her cheek and she knew that Ezelia was speaking to her through it... saying, 'Shh my sweet sister... it'll be alright. You will find your answers.' Acorastar closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I know... I just miss him...' I know you do... but your clan needs you, and I’ll be with you at every step. The gray Bengal nodded and stood on her paws when she heard something behind her. The windclan leader turned calmly and asked." Hello there, please show yourself." Sample 2: Rontustar met with the other cats. After watching the kit disappear." Alright, come with me both of you. Hauntedmist can catch up later." He looked at his deputy, " Seasonfall, we are switching positions. I am going to take the patrol myself, seeing as how I have more live to waste compared to your one. Ill send Briarpaw to you if I need help. Dont forget that talk we had Seasonfall... I still trust that in you." The leader nodded his farewell, and left without a sound... Shadowkit was pacing back and forth. I am going to help them... they need me... The kit took in a deep breath and tip-toed out, keeping to the edge of the camp and blending in with the shadows. When he saw the entrance he looked around to make sure it was clear before he dashed out. He found his way around, and heard some noises, cats moving through his territory... He didn’t now how close the intruders were, but it seemed to him that by the noise level, they were far away..He moved through a bush.. and he saw the cats not but two fox lengths away... Silverwolf nodded, her eyes sharing no expression but calm, and determination. But inside was agony, pain, and sorrow... Her stomach twisted and turned, the kits had nothing to do with her pain, but the task ahead of her was the reason for its existence..... Starclan, I beg of you to hear me... I don’t want to hurt this clan for a cause that wasn’t theirs to control, but I can’t let my leader, and best friend, down... I can’t allow my kits to enter into a world full of war, suffering and death...Help me... Silverwolf looked to her leader, her voice firm." Truthstar, don’t you think it would better to draw them out first? That way we could have the element of surprise?" Shadowkit had heard of the name Truthstar before, in tales his mother talked about...and now he knew what clan they would face...Thunderclan!! But the kit dare not move, afraid of who will see him, and what might happen. His heart be to the rhythm of a humming birds wings, terrified... 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

[Juniper]

Accepted!