Post by Ki on Sept 17, 2010 23:49:38 GMT -5
Name: Silverflower
Gender: She-cat
Age: 30 moons
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Queen
Apprentice: None
Love Interest: Hawkfang (NPC, Deceased)
Kin: Mistytail (Mother, NPC); Stoneclaw (Father, NPC, Deceased); Heronwing (Brother, NPC); Cloudkit (Sister, NPC, Deceased)
Eaglekit (Son, Kitty)
Description: Silverflower is known for being extremely attractive. Her body is long and slender with just the right amount of muscle, mostly centered around her haunches and her flanks. Silverflower is a very tall she-cat, though this isn't too unusual for a WindClan cat such as herself. Her head is triangular, almost like a snake's is. Silverflower possess alluring green eyes that seem to hold a sort of dreamy look to them, even when she was wide awake. She's got a sweet, almost heart-shaped nose. Silverflower's whiskers are the color of snow, but she expects them to turn black as her mother's did. A subtle frown is usually the only thing disgracing her pretty little face. The corners of her mouth slightly point downwards, giving her a constant look of seriousness or displeasure. Her pelt is one of her more famous aspects, and she was named for its color. The fur is silver, short, and think. Dark gray tabby markings decorate her pelt, and even those seem to curve gently and in an orderly fashion. Silverflower's tail is long and thin, much like the rest of her body. It is on her tail that she bares her only scar, bite marks from a play fight that got too rough. All in all, though, it isn't that noticeable. Silverflower is known all around the Clans as beautiful.
Personality: Silverflower is a bit reserved and quiet. This isn't out of any sort of shyness or a desire to not be around others, however. In fact, 'thoughtful' would be a better way to describe her. Instead of filling the air with useless chatter, Silverflower prefers to sit and think. About herself, about her son, about her departed mate, about life in general. These thoughts are occasionally shared with her friends and her kin. Yet most of them never will be spoken aloud. Silverflower is also very formal. If her leader or deputy passes by her, she will bow her head. When spoken to by someone with a rank higher than hers, she will meet their eyes and look totally engrossed in what they are saying. When meeting a new cat she introduces herself first and then proceeds to make polite conversation. She has a firm believe that a self-respecting she-cat will always be polite and proper in public.
When alone with someone, say her brother or one of her dear friends, Silverflower loosens up a bit. Instead of sitting up, rigid and alert, she'll flop down and stretch out in the sun. She will chat with a bit more freedom and will think less about her words. Silverflower might even make a few jokes in this state. However, she can become alert again in the blink of an eye.
History: Silverflower was born in the middle of a harsh leafbare. Her parents were two simple warriors, though her father had died in a fight on the border shortly after her mother moved into the nursery. A winter storm howled outside the nursery as her mother Mistytail gave birth to three kits, all relatively similar in coloring. There were three kits. One tom and two she-kits. However one of them, named Cloudkit, was very small and sickly. No matter what the medicine cat did, she couldn't seemed to be helped. Cloudkit died around sunhigh of the next day. Her siblings Silverkit and Heronkit lived on.
Despite the loss of her mate and now one of her daughters, Mistytail remained strong for her two remaining children. She watched her kits grow to be the best of friends with one another as well as the other kits in the nursery. By the grace of StarClan, both kits survived the winter and were apprenticed in late newleaf. Both were ok apprenticed, neither one being very extraordinary. Both were intelligent, of course. But they were more commonly known as 'the two attractive apprentices.' Around this time they began to drift apart. Heronpaw had set his sights on various young she-cats, while Silverpaw worked in her training. She, too, kept an eye on a certain cat. He was an apprentice named Hawkpaw. He was the oldest apprentice at the time and by far the most talented. And, next to her brother, he was the most handsome.
She grew to admire him somewhat. He was a bit reserved, as was Silverpaw. But she always managed to get a conversation going when she tried. And she found that Hawkpaw had a way of making her laugh. That was what she really liked about him, she decided. Once you got past his shell, Hawkpaw was quite the character. On days when Silverpaw was feeling blue, he would make an absolute fool of himself to make her crack a smile. That, to Silverpaw, was love.
As expected, Hawkpaw graduated to warrior before her. He was given the name Hawkfang. A few moons later, Silverpaw and Heronkit joined him in the warrior den. Silverpaw was given the name Silverflower, while Heronpaw was dubbed Heronwing. No one took it as a shock when Silverflower and Hawkfang became mates. But what DID surprise them was how long it took for them to produce any kits. It was obvious they were in no rush for children. Instead they carried out their duties as warriors. Hawkfang still shone brightly as a warrior. Rumors began to spread that he might be the new deputy when the old one retired or died. Hawkfang simply laughed them off, but Silverflower hoped for the best. She truly wanted to her mate to succeed. What she-cat didn't?
Finally, the medicine cat told Silverflower she should be expecting kits. A moon into the pregnancy, she moved into the nursery. Her mother visited her at every possible chance to fret over her. Heronwing also visited her and had many conversations with her concerning the kits and what they would be like. But her most frequent visitor, of course, was Hawkfang. He was a bit shy around the other queens and often he would just sit with Silverflower and cuddle. Sadly, their happiness was finally at an end. Hawkfang met his brutal end when the hunting patrol he was on came across a badger. Silverflower couldn't bare to even look at the clawed and mutilated body.
For the next moon of her pregnancy, she took a page out of her mother's book and stayed strong. At night when the rest of the Clan slept, she'd often go out and look up at the stars. Sometimes she'd talk to Hawkfang, hoping he could hear her. Other times she examined the specks of twinkling light, wondering which one was her mate.
Finally, the day arrived. Silverflower gave birth to a single healthy kit. The most striking thing about him was the fact that he looked exactly like his father, with a few of his mother's features hinted at here and there. Silverflower named him Eaglekit. She kept a very close eye on him, and still does to this day. Eaglekit is all she has left of Hawkfang. She certainly doesn't want to lose him.
Other: Nope.
Roleplay Example: Umm...I wrote this late at night, so forgive any typos.
