S i l v e r p a w . S w i f t C l a n . T o m

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Name:

Silverkit - Silverpaw - Silverspell
Age: 6 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: SwiftClan
Rank: Apprentice
Eye Color: Silver
Picture:
Appearance:

Silverpaw is completely average in every way. Average height, average length, and doesn't look terrible strong or anything. The only slightly odd thing about his appearance is the fact that he's very thin, and never seems to gain any weight, even though he eats more then most warriors. His body is scarred, though most are only visible if you are right next to him and looking for them. His fur is also a bit strange. It's a dark, chocolate brown that has a weird shine to it. His eyes are a weird silver, they shine in the moonlight like balls of metal reflecting sunlight.

Personality:

Silverpaw is shy and quiet, and not a very social cat. He tends to keep to himself. Few cats know much about him, and none have really tried to befriend him as he tends to walk away from all cats. He prefers hunting over fighting any day, though he's not terribly good at either one. He's a good warrior anyways, and his loyalty is undoubted. While his fighting skills aren't great, he will fight to the death. Never giving up until his wounds prevent him from fighting at all. He's always loved going out hunting solo, so he can polish up on his skills without the other warriors laughing at him when he misses a piece of prey any apprentice could catch. And so, many times he's found wandering around on his own.

History:

((I'm feeling bored....I'ma make his history in first-person xD))

I remember little of my kithood. Only flashes of twolegs, scents of many cats around and fear. And fearsome box things where I could barely move. These clouded memories come to an abrupt stop and there begins my clearest memories that I will never forget. I remember running down a thunderpath with monsters everywhere. I remember darting into a small alley, and thinking I would be safe there. I fell asleep, and woke to be surrounded by many grey and white cats. All were glaring. But one black tom made my heart skip a beat. I felt I knew him from somewhere. He reminded me of my father, whom I saw only once. But I knew this wasn't my father. This tom was huge. About a full grown cat, plus another half a full grown cat in height, and very muscular. He held a smile that would make even the bravest cat tremble in fear. He moved forward and grabbed me by the scruff and carried me off, his army of cats following. He carried me back to the junkyard where his cats made their home. H began to question me, but I couldn’t answer any of the questions. I remember long claws darting out, but then it all goes blank again. My next memories come up as I’m staggering through a forest, on the brink of death. I remember stumbling into a large black cat, and I was terrified. Until I realized this was a she-cat with shining blue eyes, not a huge tom with blood red eyes. I stayed with her for a few moons, and then moved on. I stumbled upon SwiftClan one day, and they took me in. I now train as a warrior, even if I'm not very good at it.

RP Example:

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Other: Nope
Number of Cats: 1

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