Post by Silversoul on May 8, 2010 20:01:24 GMT -7
Silversoul; Khan of Rainclan
Name: Silversoul
Reason for name: Cora was named after the silvery-white stripes that cover her body.
Previous Names: Silverkit, Silverpaw, Silverstripe
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Other Accounts: None
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Age: 96 Moons (8 Years)
Gender: Female
Clan: Rainclan
Rank: Khan
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One sentence description: A black based tabby she-cat with white stripes and green eyes.
Appearance: Wise, and calm, those are the first things that most see when they first look into SilverSoul’s eyes. It dictates her every movement and she walks with the regal grace that every Khan possess. When she walks she holds her head high, tail usually flicking at the tip from the stresses of clan leadership. Her steps are light and confident with a few years of experience, and many behind what was once her role as a Hunter and CoKhan.
Silversoul’s build is neither too bulky or too thin, right in the middle you might say. Build wise she isn’t the most striking of creatures, but she isn’t the ugliest either. She’s got slabs of lean and powerful muscle behind her every move, and long claws that allow her to easily grip the trees of her territory to climb to their tops. Her paws are not delicate and slender like they might be if she were from Breezeclan, but instead show proof of their obvious use. They are strongly built and can easily support the weight of climbing for extended periods of time, and her shoulders have plenty of muscle as well.
Her color, unlike her build, is a striking one, startling cats that have not seen her before. Most cats that have a tabby coloration consist of darker stripes on a lighter base, but not SilverSoul. She has the complete and total opposite, a resultant of scrambled genes due to the excess radiation that altered the planet so many years ago. White stripes on a black base make her a sight to behold, though whenever she gets dirty it becomes rather obvious and the stripes become more of a muddy-brown color than white. The tips of her paws and her tail are also white, though not the same white as you would find on a brown or grey tabby. Her entire coloration is the resultant of a bit of a reverse smoke pattern. Instead of having white on the base of her hairs and black on the tips the colors were reversed, thus making the base black and the tips white. So if all the white tips on her hairs were to be shaved off she would like a very, very short-haired black cat. Oddly enough in the spaces where her white stripes split apart and then re-merge the black color of her fur is even darker, providing an even brighter contrast to the already odd stripes.
Silversoul’s eyes, however, are a natural Hazel-Green color with small flecks of darker brown and yellow throughout them. At night when the light hits them just right they seem to glow with a yellow-green color, making her seem like a striped ghost whenever she hunts at night.
Personality: The stereotypes of Rainclan being Secretive and Mysterious seem to have affected Silversoul to some degree, as she is a somewhat quiet and reclusive cat. It isn’t that she’s bad at socializing, or that she doesn’t like to hold a conversation; she has just always been a bit of a shy female. It takes a few gentle and helpful words to start a conversation with her and she doesn’t like to blabber on nervously about random happenings that have no significance to the subject at hand, fearing that she’d be seen as too naïve and kit-like to be considered a leader.
She is a very gentle and caring cat, and many had thought that her path would have led her to be a Den-Mother instead of a Khan. It is true that she loves kits, but she’s never been able to see herself with kits, or a mate for that matter. She’s always been too busy serving her clan, trying her best to be recognized for her good points, and not just another cat in the clan. For these reasons she always tries to make sure that the cats under her rule feel appreciated and recognized, like they aren’t just pebbles beside a boulder.
Despite her shyness Silversoul is a very confident leader. She trusts her clanmates and tries not to keep secrets from them unless it would be better for their own well-being. She’s taken many Tenderpaws before and tutored them herself, trying to pass on her knowledge and beliefs in a gentle and loving sort of way; she never treats them any better than any other Tenderpaw though, finding that equality and respect between the cats of a clan help to keep them happy and content. She never lets the Tenderpaws that she’s mentoring sleep in her den though, thinking that they need to create bonds with the other Tenderpaws in order for them to make friends and not feel isolated in the end. She has also grown to enjoy the time alone she gets in her Den at night, though every so often she becomes lonely and invites a friend in to chat with her for a little while about the clan and how things in the territory are going. She tries to keep close ties with her clanmates, preferring to keep close to them rather than distant and cold. Though being a Khan makes some friendships difficult. After all, most cats are afraid of telling a Khan when they do something they don’t like.
Likes:
Climbing Trees
Hunting Squirrels
Fish
Charming Toms
Dislikes:
Long swims
Fishing
Open Spaces
Rude and Arrogant Cats
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History: Silversoul was born to Furstorm and Blackfeather, a sweet tempered she-cat and a cold-shouldered tom who had somehow had his heart captured and softened by Furstorm. Silversoul had two siblings, Wildkit and Thunderkit. Their kithood was normal, that is until they were about five Moons old, just a Moon away from becoming Tenderpaws. A fox had broke into the nursery, catching everyone by surprise as foxes hadn’t been seen around the area for years. Furstorm and the other Den Mothers managed to herd Silverkit and Thunderkit away, but the fox got to Wildkit, Silversoul’s sister, first. It wrenched her away as she let out a desperate squeal. A patrol of warriors chased the fox as far as they could, even a ways into Nightclan territory, but the moment it reached the swamp they had to stop. Rainclan cats were not suited for tromping through the swamp, and the fox was well suited for bounding through the marshy grass with its wide paws.
Nightclan had offered to help search for the kit, but even they were not enthusiastic about finding the kit before the fox did away with it. It took a while for Silverkit and Thunderkit to get over the shock of losing their sister, and their mother and father were always casting sad glances at them. Blackfeather self-appointed himself as the guard of the Kitting Den, and he would sit from Sun-rise to Sun-down if he could just on the outside of the camp where the Kitting Den walls were, staring out into the forest blankly. Once Silverkit was made a Tenderpaw she would sometimes share his vigil, having been old enough when her sister died to understand the way he felt.
As her training progressed though she began to get increasingly frustrated with her father, as he rarely even paid attention to her and her brother. One day she confronted him, telling him that she was upset that he spent so much lingering on the past when he had two healthy children who would become warriors in a few Moons. She told him that if he couldn’t stop grieving over what had happened to Wildkit then she wouldn’t speak to him until he did. Blackfeather was shocked, surprised that Silverpaw would speak to him in such a way, though he understood her anger. At first he did nothing to change, but when Silverpaw stuck to her threat he finally tore himself away from his grief, dedicating more time to his living family.
Both he and Furstorm were happier, though Silverpaw would always have a bit of aloofness when it came to speaking with her father. She wasn’t angry at him anymore, nor did she hate him, she just felt very weird and awkward whenever he would try to hold an in-depth conversation with her. Some think this was partially why she developed to be such a shy cat; others say it would have happened anyways.
Her Hunter name was given to her a few Moons later, named Silverstripe for her unique coloration. Her brother was named Thunderfoot. Whenever he would run it sounded like multiple cats were running, which had always come in handy when he was running to help with a border confrontation, though he had problems when it came to stalking silently through the forest. Silverstripe’s early years as a warrior were rather ordinary, though she proved herself over and over to be a competent Hunter, both in border fights and diplomacy issues, both inside the clan and among other clans. After a few years the CoKhan, Gravelspot, announced that he wanted to step down and become an elder. It didn’t surprise Silverstripe when he did, as he was beginning to grow frail and weak, and his vision was fading as well. What did surprise her was when her leader, Strongsoul, appointed her as CoKhan. She questioned him over and over why and he finally lectured her on her good qualities and why he had chosen her as CoKhan. As 6 years of age a tragic accident happened. A small apprentice had crossed the stepping stones after seeing a water-vole on the opposite shore. Thinking he could snatch it up without anyone noticing he didn’t notice the group of Rainclan cats. Strongsoul was the first to notice, and instead of attacking the young apprentice he simply scolded him harshly and then escorted him across the River. A branch came hurtling down-stream while Strongsoul was standing in the center of the River on-top of the stepping stones. It collided with his side, sending him sprawling into the River. The current of the Iteya River swept him away, and with their leader on his last life there was little hope that he would survive the powerful waters.
Breezeclan found his body further downstream, washed up on the Mistclan side of the river bank just below the Raylii cliffs. They crossed the border so that they could carry his body back to Rainclan, and with heavy hearts Silverstripe and the others buried him. Now that it was confirmed that Strongsoul was dead Silverstripe made her journey to the Soulstone a few days later; Strongsoul, as surprising as ever, was one of the cats to give her one of her nine lives. He told her not to grieve for him, and that hard times would be coming for the clans in years to come. He told her that she must be strong for her clan and love them like they were her own kits, and to protect and defend them with her life. The life he gave her was the most memorable, and she still remembers it two years after the event.
Family:
Furstorm(F)--------Blackfeather(M)
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(Note: If you like you can create her brother and parents; though make sure to let me know. Otherwise they’ll just be an NPC. Her parents would either be older warriors or elders.)
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Roleplay Example: (Copy/pasting from another site x3 So it’s with a different character.)
Cricket-tail was sitting on the far side of camp, the side opposite from the nursery. He watched the kits with an unreadable expression, the only movement being the soft breeze through his fur. Normally he would have enjoyed the soft breeze, though currently there was a hard lump in his throat and he felt his stomach churn. For a soft and sweet moment his eyes connected with the innocent eyes of one of the kits and he felt electricity travel down his spine, making his fur ripple with the feeling. He desperately wanted to approach the kit, to bat the moss-ball it held in its jaws around with it. The moment was soon broken though when one of its siblings barreled into its side, trying to steal the moss-ball in a game of keep-away. Once the tender moment was broken a sharp pain welled up inside of Cricket-tail’s heart and he had to tear his body from the ground. He felt like retching, but doing such a thing in camp would soon send the entire camp to fuss over him, but only because they wouldn’t want sickness in their camp.
With a sharp growl Cricket-tail shoved his way through the barrier of the Riverclan camp, splashing angrily through a group of puddles. Stupid kits. They were so innocent and so soft and trusting. How did he ever turn out to be how he was? It was stupid. But then he never did have time for such innocence, nor did he have the chance to trust someone with his eyes round as moons. What was it that those kits have that he didn’t have? He felt a sharp pang in his heart and unsheathed his claws. They had the friendship of their siblings and the other kits in the nursery. He had always been too sick to make those vital bonds, but he desperately wanted to blame it on someone else. He hated the warm feeling that came with admitting that he was the one at fault, and yet he hated the cold loneliness that came with it.
He passed the dawn patrol, nearly scaring the cats leading it out of their skins, but when they called after him he ignored them. He was headed towards the river, to stare at his reflection and try to figure out what was wrong with him. And always it was his eyes. Those freakish eyes that shouldn’t exist, that told him he shouldn’t even be alive. He was always there to tear apart his reflection though, to yell that it was a lie and that he was just as good as any other cat. But why didn’t he feel it? He wanted to be like that kit, so trusting and innocent… and his thoughts just came full circle again and again until he collapsed by the river, lulling off into a fitful nap in the shadows of a fern.
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