[s.ilver]on-the-water;; bloodclan

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Silver on the Water
48 moons
she-cat
bloodclan
warrior (somewhat prisoner)

Appearance: Silver has a stockier build than you'll find on most she-cats. While she shares the traditional lengthy, strong limbs and body that once earned her the position of a prey-hunter for the Tribe of Rushing Water, Silver has also inherited the same broad shoulders and muscular flanks that her cave-guard brother, Gray, possesses. Large, fierce paws and thick muscles suggest a build for battle, while the long limbs and natural grace with which she moves entiitles her to the life of a hunter. While gifted at both, Silver generally prefers to use her flexible shape for the former.

In color, Silver is a shining light gray, which appears brightly silver in the moonlight, hence her name. Her once prized coat now has grown shaggy at its medium-length, and she rarely bothers to groom it anymore, which has resulted in stringy and matted fur. Her face is triangular with a softly rounded muzzle, ended in a petal-pink nose.

Her eyes are an even, mesmerizing dark green in color, consisting of an abysmal depth to them. While skilled at remaining devoid of emotion, when angered, Silver's gaze can become as scorching as the white-hot pain of her claws across flesh.


Personality: At one time, back when her home was the Tribe of Rushing Water in the hard rock mountainside, Silver was a level-headed, logical she-cat, who never became flustered by anything. Only one thing ever caused her passion: to leave the isolation of the mountain and discover a greater purpose in the world. What she found, however, was a place far worse than the monotony of the Tribe. Since her arrival at BloodClan, multiple seasons have come and gone, and the time has passed in ways that have changed Silver. Gone is the calm she-cat that she once was; now, Silver has become an angry and closed-off warrior, truly, of blood.

Bitter at her forced state of life, Silver refuses to become involved with the workings of BloodClan, rather enduring their excessive regulations and processes with a sort of broken spirit. As the rules state, Silver embraces carrying her life on alone, and dislikes socializing with any cat, no matter whom. She is quick to anger and slow to calm, with a tendency to hold grudges for long periods of time. Fighting is a method of expressing her intense hurt and rage over her trapped life, and with her skill, Silver is quick to utilize it as an option, knowing the high odds that she will come out victorious. Irritable and impatient, the she-cat has become severely aged in her youth, and prefers her solitude to any companionship. However love has not completely abandoned her heart: when she can not shut it in, the grief she feels for the loss of her far off family, Feather and Gray, can sometimes overwhelm her.


History:

Silver closed her green eyes and sighed, releasing a pallet of emotions in the single breath: relief, that she had made it this far in her journey without any tragedy; grief, that she had abandoned her family and home along with the mountains; anxiety, without any idea where her life would lead her; pride, that she had taken the first step to her dream; and freedom, an overwhelming, exhilerating sense of freedom.

The gray she-cat sat on the top of a yellow-grassed rise, facing the rising sun. She had been traveling for moons down the side of the mountain, through patches of woods and fields, and eventually over a further stretch of bare rock, collectively learning how to hunt new preys and fight new enemies. All through her journey her mountain-learned skills had proved practically useless: only further proof that her adventure would be a beneficial experience. Silver had, so far, taught herself many new things- to step lightly to stalk the small wooded animals, to burrow beneath bushes and roots to make dens, to race up a tree in the nick of time, to really, truly fight. On this last element, Silver found she excelled; whether her foe be the smaller, cunning fox or the monstrous beasts called dogs, Silver rarely resorted to fleeing.

One thing she had yet to find, however, were other cats. She had heard legends from the Tribe elders of their existence, but so far no other form of feline life had exposed itself. Now she faced a long, empty stretch of yellow, wind-blown fields to traverse as far as the horizon. Anxiously, Silver stood and stretched, craning her neck over her shoulder to look back the way she had come. The mountain wasn't even visible through the vast distance she had traveled; it seemed her home was really, truly lost to her.

Shaking her head sadly, Silver returned her mind to her current journey and resumed her travels. She trotted down the short rise with her tail raised behind her, enjoying the morning breeze that ruffled her silver fur from behind. On the tall-stalked horizon, the sun was beginning to crawl over the world's edge, warming the gray sky with hints of pink and gold. If she had not so much ground to cover, Silver would have enjoyed spending several days in these fields, learning their offered prey and shelters.

"Stop!" Silver froze, but not in obediance to the command- she stopped in shock, for the voice belonged to that of another cat. With dumbstruck eyes, the she-cat examined her plain surrounding, confused when she could not find the source of the yowl. Then, over the rise, a dark brown blur erupted and started racing towards her. Silver allowed him to come, excited by the prospect of meeting her first outside cat.

When the cat skidded to a stop, it was a good number of cat-lengths away. Silver saw now that he was a large dark-tabby tom, with fiery green eyes that glared down at her. However, she didn't allow his hostility to ruffle her, for she was certain he was just as surprised by the appearance of another cat as she was.

"Hi," she mewed brightly, taking the oppurtunity to speak first, as her companion was still catching his breath after his rapid run. "Who are you?"

"That is not your business, rogue," the cat spat back at her, viciousness twisting his tone. Silver recoiled with surprise at his answer. How could a stranger decide to dislike another cat so quickly?

"Rogue?" she repeated, confused. "That's hardly fair- you're just as much a rogue as I am."

"Me? A rogue?" the tom sneered then, his green eyes narrowing in scornful amusement. "I would never lower myself to that level. WindClan is better than all the rogues put together!"

"What are you talking about?" Silver demanded, growing frustrated with the tom's insults now. She stepped forward, exasperated by the distance the tom insisted on applying between them. "What's WinCl-?"

"I said, stop!" the tabby yowled, jumping suddenly to his paws and arching his back defensively. "If you step one paw into WindClan territory, I'll shred the fur off your face!"

"I'd like to see you try," Silver retorted, affronted by the tom's closeminded threats. "I don't know who you think you are, but you're definitly not a member of any Tribe. Your territory is worth about as much as a rat's tail to me." To prove her point, Silver stepped dignifiedly forward and closer to the tom. With a furious yowl, the tabby leapt forward and scoured his claws across her face. Not suspecting the violent act, Silver stumbled backward, shaking her head. She paused as her eyes found the scarlet splatter upon the ground- was she really going to have to fight the first cat she had meant since leaving her home?

The answer presented itself as the tom hurled forward and reared above her, swaying threateningly on his hind paws. Instinct taking over, Silver leaped forward and rammed into the above cat's chest with her entire weight. With a grunt, her attacker was forced backwards, and both cats collapsed on the ground in a tangle of claws and teeth. Silver yowled as the tom sank his teeth into her foreleg, and scrabbled at his belly with hind claws as strongly as she could. The tom jerked her limb in his jaws one painful time before he released her leg and scrabbled back from the incessant shredding of his soft skin. Silver rolled in the opposite direction and leapt to her paws- however, she had underestimated the tom's speed, and the tabby lunged upon her back before she could spin around. Dropping to the ground, Silver rolled upon her back, crushing the air from the tom's lungs. Her advantage lasted only a moment, however, before she lost her balance and tilted to the side, where the tabby could again maneuver. She felt his claws dig mercilessly into her fur, and as she ripped herself free and upwards, could feel the white-hot gouges they left in her skin.

The she-cat whipped around, but again the tom was already upon his feet. Snarling, the tabby lunged forward, rearing up on his hind paws to slash repeatedly at Silver's face. The she-cat ducked beneath the attack, and lunged away. She spun around in time to block his charge and aim her claws at his flank: the tabby growled as a stain of blood welled up through the sleek, dark fur. Silver twisted around then, away from his grasp, but she was too slow to avoid the tabby's slicing claws from grasping her ear. She could feel the warm blood sliding down the side of her face as she reared upwards, and grit her teeth against the pain. The tabby, however, had a move that Silver was not planned for; rather than rolling away, the tom rolled into her, and knocked her paws out from under her. There was no chance to recover before the tom had spun around and leapt upon her struggling frame, pinning her down with a paw on each her neck and shoulder.

"I said I'd claw your face, rogue," the tom growled smugly in her ear. Knowing that struggling further would be useless, Silver simply stilled and glared up at the tom, trying to ignore the incessant drip of blood from the tip of her ear. "Now, I'll let you go this time with a warning, but I don't want to even smell you by this border again. Understand?" Again, Silver refused to respond. The tom simply laughed, leaned closer to her, and bit down hard upon her shoulder muscle. Silver couldn't keep down the pained yowl that clawed its way up her throat. The tom growled once in amusement, before leaping back from upon her. As Silver stumbled to her paws and raced off back the way she had come admist her humiliation, the tom shouted after her, "I'll take that as a yes!"


Silver crouched in a distilled puddle of slime in utter darkness, unable to make out any shapes in the surrounding black. But she knew for certain that no enemy lurked in the recesses of the shadows, for the only sound was the soft, constant drip of murky liquid from the mold-ridden ceiling to the moist, watery floor. Every breath she sucked in through her weezing nostrils smelled rotten, and her throat still ached from breathing in the scent of the black path all day. After fleeing from the battle with the tom by the 'WindClan' territory, she had discovered the hard trail, and, desperate for a destination, followed along the edge of it. She had quickly grown use to the frequent beasts that zoomed up and down it, but every time she could not repress a tiny resulting flinch.

When the sun had finally set on the long, terrible day, Silver had taken the first shelter she had found. Too admittedly frightened to venture into the shadowy woods to her left, the she-cat had instead opted to huddle down in the slimy cover of a tunnel beneath the black path. Now, she sulked in a pool of self-pity and humiliation, replaying the battle with the ferocious tom behind closed eyes. How did she ever think she would survive being away from her mountain?


There was a sickly smell to the air as Silver padded along the base of a tall wooden fence, the same dark green color of her eyes. Her tail drooped behind her, and her head hung low in an expression of defeat. Her empty stomach hadn't seen food in days, and as a result, each movement was slow and devoid of energy. Even the vicinity mirrored her condition: everything was dark, damp, and smelled rotten. There was no relief in this place of hard paths, stinking dogs, and shrieking twolegs.

Silver turned when she came to the corner of the fence, following it to the left down a broad alleyway. Orange light from the dull, artificial suns above ended at the mouth of the aisle, but the darkness didn't phase Silver as she trudged on. Around her paws was scattered trash, and she paused to lean down and tiredly nudge random pieces aside with her nose. Pressed flat against the street were the shredded remains of an old twoleg wrapper. Scraps of sweetened food still clung to it, and Silver licked the pathetic morsels up with gratitude.

"That's BloodClan food, I should think," a low, threatening voice purred from the shadows. Silver paused from her scavenging and glared upward, her ears flattening in hostility. No cat was going to take this little amount of food away from her.

"Not another one of you 'Clan' cats," she growled irritably, before returning stubbornly to her food, though she licked the scraps up with more vigor than she had earlier. "I've had enough of all you mousebrains."

"Now, now. You should speak more respectfully of BloodClan," the voice returned, this time complimented with the revealing of its speaker. A slight red-brown tom with tufted fur upon his ears and face emerged from the shadows, staring at her with a pair of haunting orange eyes. "After all, as long as you're standing on our land, you're one of us."

"I'm not one of anybody," Silver spat, the fur along her shoulders beginning to bristle angrily. Her words were true; no matter how hard she wished, she was no longer a part of the Tribe of Rushing Water. She was too far away.

"I think you should speak with our leader," the tom replied smoothly, and as if out of nowhere, two more, far more muscular toms flanked him. Both of them would have made excellent cave-guards for the Tribe, but Silver felt anything but safe. Now her fur began to bristle with fear.

"I'm not speaking with anybody!" the she-cat insisted stubbornly, taking a shaky step back. The tom's level expression slowly twisted into a sneer.

"You don't have a choice," he replied, as the two stronger cats closed in on Silver from either side.

RP Sample: Not needed, I believe. (Done for Feather's profile.)

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