Silentpaw_FrostClan

[harmony]

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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 Silentpaw (later Silentsong) of the great FrostClan Age 6 moons Gender Female Rank Apprentice, eventually warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS silver and my eyes are blue Scars None, except for the mental scars and the ones inside of her. Appearance Silverpaw is a sleek, wiry she-cat. Her fur isn't thin, but isn't thick either- it's about average. Silverpaw's size in general is a bit smaller than average. She's good at keeping her balance, and she is rather gorgeous, though she doesn't know it and is usually very self-conscious of herself. She hates that she can't talk, and every time she tries to get a word out, it just doesn't work. Her mind will simply not let her talk, and her tongue doesn't exist. She was born without the ability to speak, which also ads to it, though not a noise has ever stirred from the she-cat's chest. Silentpaw's paws are rather dainty, and when you look into her blue eyes it's like she's looking through you, trying to get you to understand her. Much sorrow and pain at passed memories lingers in those eyes, but a shimmer of happiness occasionally passes through them. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M lovable AND lonely Personality Is she an angel? Silentpaw is a very patient, loving cat. Or she tries to be, anyway. If you're having a bad day and you wish to speak to her, one comforting look from her light blue eyes is all you'll need. She supports life itself and nothing else, though her loyalties lie with FrostClan. She also tries to what she's told. Or as much of it as she can, anyway, She walks alone... Though she doesn't always seem it, Silentpaw is often incredibely lonely. She could be surrounded by friends and still feel like there is no one in the world she can relate to. If she were to find a mate, she'd need one with patience and care. She's silent to the bone... Silentpaw, as her name suggests, doesn't speak a word. She was born that way, but her eyes do most of the speaking. She's seen many tragedies and horrors as well, though she tries to ignore them. Her disability haunts her, always following her like a shadow that will never go away. She can't stand the shame that she thinks she brings to her clan. Preferences Silentpaw likes life in general. Though she also likes snow, she's not one to go bounding through it. She also likes the sun, but hates hot weather and large, intimidating cats. Secret Ambitions She wants to be able to talk, of course, though she knows that will never happen. She also wants to become a warrior, though she fears that'll never happen either. Strengths/Weaknesses Her strengths are staying quiet and helping others. Her weaknesses are communication and fighting, though she can hunt rather well. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Graypelt AND Eaglewing Family Eaglewing, mother, Graypelt, father. Event that Lead to being a Warrior Not a warrior yet... History Silentpaw's history is a dark, disturbing one that a very few know. Her mother, Eaglewing, had been such a free spirit. She was lovely and everyone like her. But Graypelt, her father, was a dark, muscular gray tom. And he soon took over Eaglewing, tricking the she-cat into thinking that she loved him. And then, before anyone knew it, Silentpaw was born. Silentpaw, as they soon found out, was mute. Graypelt was angry and controling. He beat Eaglewing in fury, clawing her to death. Silentpaw witnessed this in horror, but Graypelt knew she couldn't say a word of it to anyone. But he threatened her anyway, and she began to live her kithood in consant fear of him. The grief of her mother began to sink in, and she spent her days alone, feeling even more lonely than she did before. Her world was falling all around her, and she had no one to turn to. She figured that she never would. And she never slept easy, ever, always having horrid nightmares of what her father would do to her. Then, though, after just being made an apprentice, the slim she-cat and her father and a few other cats were on a mountain cliff. It... it could have been an accident... the other cats weren't looking, though, and he was just so close to the edge! With one hard push, her father was broken and bloody at the bottom of the mountain. She was a murderess, and she didn't sleep as easily as she thought she would. But no one ever found out it was her, and she became an apprentice of the great FrostClan. Sample RP N/A 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

[becky]

Accepted!