Post by wispy on Jun 13, 2009 13:19:36 GMT -5
Name: SilentStream
Rank: Warrior
Clan: WindClan
Gender: Tom
Age: He's seen twenty-six Moons pass
Picture: Click!
Physical Description:
Rank: Warrior
Clan: WindClan
Gender: Tom
Age: He's seen twenty-six Moons pass
Picture: Click!
Physical Description:
SilentStream is an average sized cat with small paws and slim body. He’s not particularly athletic in build, being a bit on the skinny side, but don’t be deceived by looked. He is, indeed, a strong cat, though obviously not built for stamina. He can fight well, but he tires quickly. Some think this is way he’s more of a peacekeeper.Quick Description:
His fur is…not something to be envied, in fact he looks down right ragged. His fur, no matter how much he grooms it, sticks up in clumps and looks dirty due to his dark gray fur. Luckily, he is a shorthair, so the clumping fur isn’t too bad…
His tail is his pride and joy-if he took any in his appearance that is- in the fact that is alone does not look like it’s been touched by whatever attacked the rest of his fur. It is smooth and almost elegant looking, and he just loves to flick it daintily when he sits.
In terms of markings and eyes, he truly is odd. Concerning the former, he is completely void of marks save for one, a dirty tan color that’s splotched on his chest in the rough form of a butterfly. This covers his entire chest and is very noticeable. For such a manly tom as SilentStream, this can be somewhat embarrassing, but he has learned to accept it.
His eyes are blue, though it seemed they couldn’t settle on which tone of blue they wanted. The right eye is a pleasant, light blue, while the left is dark, the color of a stormy lake.
A dark gray tom with a tan butterfly marking on chest and different shaded eyes.Personality:
SilentHistory:
Intelligent
Loyal
Elusive
Nervous
Thoughtful
Sensitive
Timid
Reliable
Easy-going
Amused
Mysterious
Born, apprenticed and made a warrior in Windclan. Not much else to say. (...really, there isn't x3 but I must i'll write it out.)IC:
Oh please, not again.Other:
SilentStream's tail twitched, oh so elegantly, in frustration. The white tail of a rabbit seemed to mock him as it darted down a hole, which was all of two fox lengths in front of him.
With a grunt he sat down, right in the middle of Wind Clan’s territory. His sides heaved as he attempted to catch his breath. In fact, he thought if he looked down his butterfly marking looked as though it were in flight, with the expanding of his chest as he gulped air in, then deflating as he exhaled. It was most entertaining, and he might’ve sat like that for sometime, watching himself, if the scent of pretty wafted over him. His whiskers twitched and mismatched eyes narrowed, and with a decided “humph!’ he stood up and walked calmly away.
Honestly, what kind of Wind Clan cat was he? He couldn’t even run fast, or long, enough to catch a silly rabbit! Most disturbing. May be he should take up fishing instead, the area around the lake was neutral ground, wasn’t it? Surely no one would mind…
But Wind Clan would probably turn their noses up at it. Fish was not for those running cats, but rather rabbits. Of course, they had better methods than he of catching them. Most of them went out in patrols or teams to catch prey. While one cat spooked the rabbit, the other waited in wait for the startled animal to run right into their claws. It was ingenious really, but not the way SilentStream would chose to do it. You see, he was a bit of a loner, even within a Clan. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to anyone, but there wasn’t anything to talk about save the same old things that are always talked about. Star Clan mysteries, badger threats, the other Clans. Didn’t anyone ever just want to go out and look at the stars? Or talk about how pretty the sunrise was that morning?
Apparently not.
SilentStream sighed. It seemed he was aptly named. Friends were few, and words were even fewer in his little world. What was the point of talking when it wasn’t needed?
A mouse, surprisingly, scuttled across his path, and without a second thought SilentStream leapt upon it, biting his teeth hard into the little body. A mouse! Now he hadn’t seen one of those for awhile. But at least he caught something. With a whisper of a purr he picked his prey up proudly and started walking slowly back to camp, his tail high in the air with the tip curved ever so slightly. He hoped his Clanmates didn’t mind eating a mouse.
