Post by oMnOmNoMnOm~~~ on Mar 14, 2009 11:10:20 GMT -8
Name: Silverleaf
Age: 27 moons
Gender: SheCat
Clan: ShadowClan
Position: Queen/Warrior
Appearance: Silverleaf is beautiful. Her fur is almost completely black. Her tail, paws and belly are silver. She has rather short fur, except for her tail. Silverleaf has leaf green eyes. Her build is rather small.
Personality: Silverleaf is one of the nicest cats to ever live. She wouldn't hurt a fly. Being rather a peacenik, some cats doubt Silverleaf has ShadowClan blood. There are times when being nice isn't best, and Silverleaf knows that. She's a rather strong opponent in battle.
RP Example: Silverleaf padded through the forest. The air was crisp. A leaf-fall breeze rustled the red and gold leaves. She breathed in. Today's rather relaxing the thought crossed her head. Having only been a warrior a few days, she was still getting used to her new responsibilities. Scenting blackbird, Silverleaf looked up. The young, and plump bird was pirched on a falling pine. Thankful she was down-wind, Silverleaf crouched and scurried over to the tree. The bird was still oblivious. Silverleaf pounced. She hit the bird and caught it. Snapping it's neck, Silverleaf felt a glow of happiness.
Age: 27 moons
Gender: SheCat
Clan: ShadowClan
Position: Queen/Warrior
Appearance: Silverleaf is beautiful. Her fur is almost completely black. Her tail, paws and belly are silver. She has rather short fur, except for her tail. Silverleaf has leaf green eyes. Her build is rather small.
Personality: Silverleaf is one of the nicest cats to ever live. She wouldn't hurt a fly. Being rather a peacenik, some cats doubt Silverleaf has ShadowClan blood. There are times when being nice isn't best, and Silverleaf knows that. She's a rather strong opponent in battle.
RP Example: Silverleaf padded through the forest. The air was crisp. A leaf-fall breeze rustled the red and gold leaves. She breathed in. Today's rather relaxing the thought crossed her head. Having only been a warrior a few days, she was still getting used to her new responsibilities. Scenting blackbird, Silverleaf looked up. The young, and plump bird was pirched on a falling pine. Thankful she was down-wind, Silverleaf crouched and scurried over to the tree. The bird was still oblivious. Silverleaf pounced. She hit the bird and caught it. Snapping it's neck, Silverleaf felt a glow of happiness.
