Post by **MidnightBloo** on Jul 23, 2009 21:03:33 GMT -5
Name: Silverpaw
Gender: Tom
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Apprentice
Age: 7 moons
Appearance: Thin and small for a RiverClanner who are usually plump and large. Has dull amber eyes that set on his focus of his attention. He has small paws yet long legs and can scale trees with ease.
Personality: The biggest softy you'll ever meet. He even feels bad for killing a fish and shows it on the way he acts. He is soft spoken but when the times come he will raise his voice to the challenge. It's even harder to fight and he has nightmares of imaging having the life of a cat at his claws. He shall be impossible to train, but unwillingly he will try and try again. Patience is his most valued characteristic.
IC: The horizon set on the glistening river as a pair of eyes watched it, a mouse-tail away. It seemed so at rest as the darkness slowly engulfed the sun. Silverpaw slowly padded to the rivers' edge and looked at his fading red reflection. He blinked for a moment only to miss the sun fade away and the moon to slowly regain shape. It was a beautiful night and all nature seemed at peace with him and themselves.
Picture: www.catimages.co.uk/Breed%20Photographs%20A-B/ppages/ppage18.htm
Gender: Tom
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Apprentice
Age: 7 moons
Appearance: Thin and small for a RiverClanner who are usually plump and large. Has dull amber eyes that set on his focus of his attention. He has small paws yet long legs and can scale trees with ease.
Personality: The biggest softy you'll ever meet. He even feels bad for killing a fish and shows it on the way he acts. He is soft spoken but when the times come he will raise his voice to the challenge. It's even harder to fight and he has nightmares of imaging having the life of a cat at his claws. He shall be impossible to train, but unwillingly he will try and try again. Patience is his most valued characteristic.
IC: The horizon set on the glistening river as a pair of eyes watched it, a mouse-tail away. It seemed so at rest as the darkness slowly engulfed the sun. Silverpaw slowly padded to the rivers' edge and looked at his fading red reflection. He blinked for a moment only to miss the sun fade away and the moon to slowly regain shape. It was a beautiful night and all nature seemed at peace with him and themselves.
Picture: www.catimages.co.uk/Breed%20Photographs%20A-B/ppages/ppage18.htm
