silverclaw. shecat. thunderclan.

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=border,0,bTable][cs=2][classy=charname]silverclaw[/classy]
[atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]thunder[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]warrior[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]twenty-six[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]she-cat[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]pansexual[/classy]	[atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]A silver tabby she-cat with golden eyes. click![/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]Silverclaw shows determination and has a slightly comical, exasparated personality, along with the compassionate and strong ways of a leader or advisor. She can come off as gruff and rude to some due to her blatant nature, not usually knowing when to shut her mouth. Though there are also many other times when she can come off as charming and quite pleasing to many people. Silverclaw's distinctive way of speaking to others includes a lot of colorful language, with a cocky twist on her words creating some of the most inventive and interesting quotes in ThunderClan. She tends to bluntly say what is on her mind, regardless of the consequences, and seems to enjoy getting into minor trouble. If she were to ever start a real fight though, it would usually be with witty remarks and a cocky smile, never breaking her cool. She has a strong sense of wrong and right, holding a sort of "Robin Hood" mentality. If someone is in trouble, you bet your ass she's gonna help them, regardless of the consaquences that may follow. However, Silverclaw is a realistic she-cat, not a glorified perfect hero. She has heroic qualities, but she's also a can. She sometimes gets involved in tussles she shouldn't, usually breaking up a fight between toms over some she-cat that never liked them in the first place. Or defending her "pride", or something else very "tom-like" and not exactly smart or ladylike. Other flaws of hers is that she tends to get a bit touchy over is her flippant nature and how she lets her heart rule over her head. Other cats in ThunderClan enjoy poking fun at her for such things, but she tries not to let it get to her. She knows she has an advantage over them with his impeccable wit and adept skill in profiling others. In tough situations, it's not often that she will panic. Silverclaw has never been the sort of she-cat to let bad news ruin her day. Rather she tries to take in the news, absorb it, accept it, and adapt to whatever the news is. Her favorite motto? Improvise, adapt, overcome. She's always been the kind of cat who always comes up with new ways to overcome hardships, constantly thriving in difficult situations and performing magnificently under pressure. Through apprenticeship training at a young age, it was shown that she could invent new ways to get what she wanted if the way presented to her seemed too difficult, especially when she’s facing others. This way she handles things always comes to Silverclaw as a second nature. It's easy for her, as easy as swimming is for fish, or flying is for birds. Siverclaw would do anything for her Clan. Anything. In her whole life, she has never loved anything more than ThunderClan, and never will love anything more. She is fiercely loyal and would never betray her Clan for anything. If she had to break the code to keep her Clan safe, she'd do it in a heartbeat. As an apprentice, she was quite selfish and bratty, never thinking of anyone but herself, but no more. Her world now revolves around ThunderClan, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She is driven to serve her Clan until the day she dies, and would never consider serving as an elder no matter how old she gets. Her heart beats for ThunderClan and will stay up at all hours of the night to help take care of it. This gets in the way of any relationships she might have with anyone - be it family, friends, a lover - she sorely lacks anyone close to her. She is incredibly compassionate and has strong maternal instincts, but she doesn't let anyone get close to her. She's fine with caring for them, but she doesn't want anyone carng for her. The only one she has ever gotten close to is Rookpaw. She retains the idea that you never leave someone behind and, once you are a part of her group of loved ones, you are assured her protection. She treats an attack on a member of her family as being tantamount to a direct assault on her and would not stand for it. When it comes to intereacting with the Clan she loves so much, she is a natural leader, inspiring loyalty that has been reciprocated as has been shown in both his battle experiences and in her undying love for ThunderClan. Now, while all of this makes Silverclaw seem very furstrating and difficult to deal with, those who know her well can see past all this impulsive passion and unlikeliness. She often surprises ThunderClan with intelligence and wit and that surpasses many, pulling through for the Clan just when she's needed and calculating with 99.9% accuracy what the enemy’s next move will be, and her abilities in combat surpass even the masses. She can give up this flippant way of handling things when the situation gets really serious and treats things seriously with a face of stone. It's not often Silverclaw will show this rough and tough side, but it comes through. She may be an unlikely she-cat, but through many times of proving herself over and over without fail, she can be seen as a valiant she-cat and a valuable asset to ThunderClan. There are some that would consider Silverclaw fearless. This, of course, is false. She gets afraid just as any other cat would, perhaps more so. The difference between her and other cats is that fear is was drives her to act. The fear of what the consequences could be if she didn't do something is what drives her, the fear that her Clan could fall, that something terrible could happen is what inspires her to move. She can be reckless sometimes, but she's so far been lucky that she's not been in too much trouble. She acts on her heart over her head and follows her gut instinct. Sometimes her superiors can get frustrated with her for her brash actions that could have cost them dearly, but she hasn't gone wrong - yet. It's only a matter of time before she'll have to make a difficult choice between her heart and her head. She is very passionate in her ways - one indicator that her heart rules her - and will be fierce in her beliefs. She will fight with tooth and nail for what she believes in and to defend her Clan and herself. Because of this, she can have a hard time admitting when she's wrong. Hopefully, wisdom will come to her over time.[/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]This little she-kit was born unto a world of despair from the start. Her mother, Firefur, and her father, Cedarclaw, were devastated when six out of the seven kits they were expecting died upon birth. The one bright light was the only surviving she-cat of litter whom they decided to call Silverkit. She was unaware of the fact that that she'd lost six family members that day, and would never be mare aware of this. It was for the best. Firefur and Cedarclaw loved her as if she was all there was in the world to love, all that was good and wonderful was in her for all they cared. Silverkit thrived under the doting love and care from her mother and father. Rather than being unhealthy and sickly like the medicine cat so somberly predicted, she was the one bright light in that nursery. Silverkit had been born during a sorrowful time in ThunderClan, with litters unable to live and thrive like normal. She was alive, though, and healthy. Her young heart beat true and strong as she played throughout the camp, always asking questions with her wide eyes and bouncing after warriors to try and convince them to teach her something new. She was spoiled rotten, in fact. Being one of the only kits in camp, everyone doted on her and loved her. She got attention from nearly everyone, even the leader. She found herself constantly looking for new ways to impress her superiors, always finding a way to make her mother and father proud of her. It soon became a near obsession. By the time she was five moons old, she was always trying to best the one of two younger kits in the nursery, trying to prove that she could be better than anyone else her age or younger. She liked having the attention her, and she liked being better. By the time she was six moons old, she was a world-class brat. Her apprentice ceremony soon arrived, much her mother and father's joy, and she received the name Silverpaw. As soon as she was assigned to a mentor, she immediately began to race to be the best warrior she could possibly be, but for all the wrong reasons. Every apprentice wanted to be the best warrior there was, right? To serve their Clan and protect them at all costs. Silverpaw wanted this too. Except it wasn't because she loved her Clan, but because just wanted to be the best. It got to the point that in sparring matches during training, she'd play dirty. Combat training was her favorite, because she knew she was the best at it and she knew she could cheat. Her mentor would chastise her and stress how she should always fight fair, in which she would retort something like "Why should I fight fair? Isn't the whole point to win?". She was soon known for being was some would call "popular". Everyone loved to hate her and hated to love her. She was the best in the worst sense of the term. She would always get what she wanted, no matter who stood in her way. She'd stoop to the lowest levels to make sure she could keep her throne at the top. Apprentices her age feared and hated her, warriors above her saw her as a brat but didn't dare say anything. Unfortunately, her mother didn't see the problems in her behavior. Her mother spoiled her and protected her to no end, challenging anyone who spoke a word against his only surviving baby girl. Her father often disagreed with her mother, but Silverpaw tried to ignore their arguing and their continueing distance, and there were often rumors spread about her father's constant absence. Some even whispered he was seeing another cat from another Clan, perhaps a loner. Any that said things like this within ear shot of Silverpaw certainly regret it. Then tragedy struck. She was out performing her final assessment when everything changed for her. She'd collected more pray than she ever had before, and she was so proud of herself. Surely she'd be made a warrior after this - she was old enough for it and she'd shown extraordinary skill in her combat assessment. . She positively having a ball, grinning the whole time. It was as if the prey was just leaping into her paws it was so easy. She pretended as if she wasn't aware that her mentor was watching her, but she still added a bit of flare to each catch she made. To her surprise, her mentor leaped out from the underbrush. She sprung to her paws, immediately thinking this was a test of her defense abilities, but his pelt was bristled and the scent of fear hung heavy in the air. She asked what was wrong, but he just told her to come quickly before he raced off through the trees again. Afraid herself, she rushed after him. He lead her towards the lush forest of the RiverClan and ThunderClan border, and the closer they got the more she could smell fear and the more voices she could hear shouting. Silverpaw arrived on a terrible scene. Her Clanmates were all over the place, and they all looked terrified. Accompanying the scent of fear, there was the sharp and distinct smell of a badger. There was none in sight, so she assumed it had already been run off. The real sight was all the cats digging frantically at a loose area of dry dirt. She managed to slow one of the warriors down long enough to figure out what happened. A patrol of senior warriors was sent out to inspect a badger set that smelled fresh. Three of the warriors were sent into the set while the other two scouted out the area. The set collapsed, trapping the three warriors inside - including both her parents. They managed to chase off the badger that came back to inspect it's home, but they were still trying to reach her parents and the third warrior that was trapped inside. It was hours before there was any progress made. Despite her mentor insisting she come back to camp for sleep, the leader told her she could stay. And stay she did. She paced without pause, panic instilled deep within her. It was when cheers rose up that she finally was able to pause and see the results. The third warrior - Stonetail(NP) - had been pulled from the rubble and he was still breathing. Ten minutes later, Firefur and Cedarclaw were pulled from the dirt. But they were not breathing. From that day, she was a changed she-cat. She completed her training listlessly and quietly, not interacting with much of anyone. Her warrior ceremony was quiet and somber. She had no mother and father to congratulate her or groom her pelt like they would have. Instead, she walked to the leader alone with her head held high a tear glittering in her eye. He gave her the name Silverclaw, for her exceptional skill in combat, but this didn't phase her. She nodded to the congratulations and just walked to the place of her vigil and sat without a word. It went on like this for a while - her listless way of living. She mourned alone and in silence. She started to work more than anything, making herself busy with anything she could. She'd go on every patrol she could, clean out the fresh kill pile, change bedding - anything to keep her busy and to keep her mind off of her loneliness. She'd never realized she didn't have any friends until the death of her mother and father. She never realized that no one liked her. She never realized how terrible she was. She never realized that she needed to change. Through this process of mourning, she also began to change and to heal. She fought to make up for all of the wrong she did. She spent much time with kits and brought the queens pray - through this she disovered the held a very strong maternal instinct. She took care of some of the apprentice's jobs and got rid of the elder's ticks. She started to regain a bit of a spark in her eye, becoming slowly happier. She began to devote herself to her Clan, finding that she truly did love ThunderClan. Silverclaw began to grow into a respected and well-liked she-cat, developing a personality never seen before. She became passionate and loyal and loving; a personality better suited to a Silverheart, not a Silverclaw - so much so that the leader offered to change her name in honor of the drastic and positive changes she'd made to herself. While glowing with pride at this, she still respectfully declined. She was given an apprentice called Rookpaw(NPC) whose parents were both killed by a bout of leaf bare greencough. She trained her apprentice with compassion, wisdome, and harshness. She exploited her apprentice's strengths and still pushed to make her weaknesses into strengths. Silverclaw was certainly proud when Rookpaw became Rookfang(to be adopted). She gained a sense of humor and learned to be more humble. She threw herself headfirst into service for her Clan. It has become a bit of an obsession to make up for her snobby moons as an apprentice, to live in a way her parents would truly be proud of. She became friendly and helpful towards others and became an all-around top notch warrior, and is especially partial towards and protective of Rookfang. There are still the few who refuse to let go of the cat she used to be and pester her for it to no end. She has had difficulty controlling her temper and biting back snide remarks, but she's matured greatly and is learning to make peace rather than war. [/classy]
[atrb=style, width:450px; padding:2px;][cs=2][classy=infotop]roleplay sample[/classy][classy=rpsample]((back when she was deputy on another site, in the middle of a dog attack.)) The gentle thrum of pawbeats broke the silence of the early morn. The trees were thick and ominous here at the heart of the forest, which made it hard for any to pass through the woods at any speed. Nevertheless, the single feline present in the woods at this hour, and most hours for that matter, knew its every rock and root and rabbit-hole, so she bounded through the underbrush with minimal hindrances. The trees shone with the pale golden light of sunrise, the thick foliage overhead allowing the light to come through in small sunbeams. More light would reach the forest floor as midday approached. The birds were finally waking and beginning their daily chorus, though the mottled stallion cared little for their song. It was just a part of routine, the routine that ruled her life. Silverclaw was the deputy of ThunderClan, and her duty consumed her life. All of a sudden her trajectory slid to a sudden halt, ears flicking about on high alert. She stepped forward, warily, making an effort not to make any noise. The sun glinted off her silver-toned body amid the smokey stripes, doing little to camouflage her vibrant pelt. Her nostrils flared, the membranous skin expanding to draw in more air to be analyzed. Something was unusual. Strange. Not right. Her nares contracted once more as she expelled the air into the atmosphere, having taken from it every particle his body needed. The smell struck her with such violance, she almost fell from the trees. Dog. As if on cue, she heard crashing in the bushes and barking hardly very far from camp. Panic burst forth with incredible force and it launched her into action. She moved with lighting speed through the forest, following just behind the too-fast dogs. Her heart pounded wildly, akin to a caged bird beating it's wings on the bars. Finally she spotted the entrance to camp, the dogs sniffing desperately about it. She could hear the panic within came, and that only jeered the dogs and excited them more. It was only seconds before the first - and largest - dog shoved his way through the narrow enterance to camp, the little one following close behind. No! She could hear the immediate yowls and barks within, and three thoughts came to her mind. First - Where was Rushingstar? Second - Were there enough warriors to chase off dogs? Third - The kits. She gasped and shoved her way into camp, forcing her mind blank. She didn't have time to panic or to think about how horrifyingly wrong all of this was. She had only time to act. Her heart pounded in her ears as she surveyed the scene. Bu-bump. Blackjaw and his apprentice were locked in combat with the largest dog. Bu-bump. Fadedmist and his own apprentice were fending for themselves. Bu-bump. Loudstorm crouched in the nursery with the frightened queens. Bu-bump. Her vision became sharper than ever, focusing on the smaller dog that was headed straight for the mewling kits. A roar of rage erupted from the deputy as she released a battle cry and leaped for the dog, claws outstretched. " Filthy mongrel! " she hissed. The clamour of battle in the background faded into white noise, nothing but a rushing in her ears. She forced herself to spare a glance over the span of the fray, even though it was too early to get much of a sense of how things were going. She had to remain aware of the general state of affairs in case the tide turned against them and a strategic retreat to the forest was needed. Her responsibilities as their deputy in the leader's absence did not simply wash away once her destructive efforts were engaged. She had to remember that. Later, she could remember that later. Right now, there was fighting to be done. She'd gotten in a good slash at the dog's jaw, a lucky hit. She backed off when the dog's attention was away from the nursery and on to her. She thought, for a moment, that this might be easy. Maybe she'd gotten an older dog who'd lost his touch. Something was slightly off about this brute, though she couldn't pinpoint it. Apart from the fact that he was dog and needed to be put down. Silverclaw watched with cool disdain as the hairy beast charged at her. She didn't budge an inch, staring down the beast as if to egg him on. He had made the mistake of underestimating his opponent. The ground shook as heavy strides drew nearer, hammering in her ribcage like a metal concert, drowning out her heartbeat and replacing it with a more frenzied rhythm. Still she stubbornly stood her ground. It wasn't the smartest move; she knew she was smaller and would not come out on top from such an attack. Overconfidence and bravado eclipsed her tactical mind, until her opponent hit her with the force of a freight train and spun. She was confused. She'd expected the dog to simply bowl her over and attempt clamp her in it's jaws, a move from which she could easy flip over and right herself and claw at his face. But right in the moment where her weight was shoved back onto her hind legs, the dog hauled his massive body out from in front of him and twisted to let loose a massive paw. One paw caught her in the legs, unloading a world of pain into one hind leg. The other caught her on the underside, luckily just behind her ribs so none were broken by the force. Not-so-luckily, it was in a softer area and ran the risk of internal bleeding, not to mention giving her innards a pounding. It made her want to retch. The silver deputy reeled from the pain, staggering on three legs and lashing blindly with her claws in an attempt to deter the smaller dog from coming after her just yet. She needed to regroup. She needed the blur to clear from her vision. She tested her injured hind leg as she wheeled away, and her entire back end collapsed before her good hind leg caught it and lifted her back to full height again. Pain sliced like a hot needle through her awareness. She wasn't sure if it was clarity or just more madness bleeding through. The two were beginning to look so much alike. There was no time for panic, criticism or feeling sorry for herself. Not now. She rounded on three legs, careful not to build up too much momentum lest she lose her balance, and lashed out with her front claws, catching the beast in the face again with a hiss. " You don't touch my Clan! " she snarled wildly. She was far from done with this. They could break all her legs and she would fight from her belly on the ground. Giving up was not an option, not while she still drew breath.[/classy]

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