Silverpool

[Elaanya]

Name:Silverpool

Age: 18 moons

Rank: warrior

Clan: ThunderClan

Gender: She-cat

Personality: A she-cat that loves her Clan and is very loyal. She has a soft spot for kits and apprentices, especially Bluekit, but otherwise it takes a while to get out of her leave-me-alone deal. She is a very thoughtful cat, and spends her spare time wondering about things. She can be playful in a good mood, but when she's in a bad mood, watch out! She isn't to be messed with, and if you do mess with her, you'll have to be very lucky to come out with no knew bruises.

Description: Silverpool is a slender, silver-gray she-cat with long legs and delicate paws, but don't let the outside fool you. Inside, she is packed with muscle. She is an awesome fighter and hunter, and is very agile. Sapphire orbs dominate her face, peering from behind a slim white muzzle. She often tucks her snowy paws underneath a white-tipped tail.

History: Silverpool was born into ThunderClan, naturally curious about the world around her. She never wandered out of camp, but instead explored it, learning all the nooks and crannies that ever might come useful to her-or other cats-if there was an attack. Unfortunately, when she was 8 moons old, there was an attack, but not one you could hide from. It took her parents and her siblings, and though she caught it, her will to live was so strong that after a few days, she was back on her feet. Not very much has really happened to Silverpool otherwise, except for adopting Bluekit, a one-moon-old kit that lost her family to greencough, too. She was like Bluekit's big sister, and Bluekit has absolutely adored her since they met.

Example Post: Silverpool padded softly through the camp, her sapphire eyes catching everything in it. Midnight in camp was her favorite time of the day, because she loved the silence that came with it. She stared at Silverpelt, wondering if her family, who had died a few moons ago from greencough, were up there, looking at her, and which stars they were. It was a practice that she had been doing for awhile now, because it helped control her temper after a hard day. She licked the silver-gray fur on her chest, stained almost white from the moon, smoothing it down.

[Hazel]

Accepted