Post by Seafeather on Oct 15, 2010 20:57:10 GMT -6
Silverwing
I’m a fallen angel
NAME: Silverwing
AGE: 17 moons
GENDER: Female
CLAN: WindClan
RANK: Warrior
a mystery
SHORT DESCRIPTION:
Beautiful silver tabby she-cat with a very slight frame.
APPEARANCE:
My Pelt Is Just A Mask
Silverwing’s pelt is like a mix of the silvery stars of StarClan and the water washed stones of the ocean. A chaotic orchestra of silver and white. She is a silver tabby; the markings swirling around her body like waves breaking over a mass of stone, splashed everywhere. When standing in direct sunlight her pelt almost glows. It shines a bright, pure white. The complete opposite of her soul.
The Wings Of A Demon
Silverwing’s claws, the deadly knives that she uses to kill her targets, are like sharpened glass; beautiful and dangerous. They are a pearly white. Not a spot or imperfection on them. Her eyes are a dull gray, almost clear. They’re like the color of dirty snow that you’d wish would just wash away. Almost sucking out all happiness and color from her face- if she had any that is. Her ears are just right. Curving where they need to and not curving where they don’t. Some would say she has no imperfections. But her imperfections aren’t skin deep.
Frame Of A Deadly Picture
Her frame isn’t that of a normal cat. She is very lean, even for a WindClan cat. She walks with a glide, (evidence of her strong legs) hence the suffix of her name. Her shoulders are narrow, almost frail looking. Her legs are long with barely any meat on them (this is when she’s just standing of course). Her tail is thin like a whip, very useful for when she jumps on the tree branches of other Clan territories. Her face is all sharp angles. There is no curve to her face around her cheeks, only on her chin and forehead. This only adds to the eerie feeling of being dangerous that she has somehow established amongst her fellow warriors. But beneath her skin are layers of muscle that show when she bunches up for a jump, or strikes at a fowl in the air. Her leaps are sure and strong. Leaping isn’t a favorite, especially when it comes to leaps of faith.
Silverwing’s pelt is like a mix of the silvery stars of StarClan and the water washed stones of the ocean. A chaotic orchestra of silver and white. She is a silver tabby; the markings swirling around her body like waves breaking over a mass of stone, splashed everywhere. When standing in direct sunlight her pelt almost glows. It shines a bright, pure white. The complete opposite of her soul.
The Wings Of A Demon
Silverwing’s claws, the deadly knives that she uses to kill her targets, are like sharpened glass; beautiful and dangerous. They are a pearly white. Not a spot or imperfection on them. Her eyes are a dull gray, almost clear. They’re like the color of dirty snow that you’d wish would just wash away. Almost sucking out all happiness and color from her face- if she had any that is. Her ears are just right. Curving where they need to and not curving where they don’t. Some would say she has no imperfections. But her imperfections aren’t skin deep.
Frame Of A Deadly Picture
Her frame isn’t that of a normal cat. She is very lean, even for a WindClan cat. She walks with a glide, (evidence of her strong legs) hence the suffix of her name. Her shoulders are narrow, almost frail looking. Her legs are long with barely any meat on them (this is when she’s just standing of course). Her tail is thin like a whip, very useful for when she jumps on the tree branches of other Clan territories. Her face is all sharp angles. There is no curve to her face around her cheeks, only on her chin and forehead. This only adds to the eerie feeling of being dangerous that she has somehow established amongst her fellow warriors. But beneath her skin are layers of muscle that show when she bunches up for a jump, or strikes at a fowl in the air. Her leaps are sure and strong. Leaping isn’t a favorite, especially when it comes to leaps of faith.
I was lost for days and nights
STRENGTHS:
- Speed
- Assassin-like
- Intelligence
WEAKNESSES:
- Her Past
- Her Dreams
- Herself
PERSONALITY:
Behind The Pain
Silverwing isn’t one that other cats would normally like to tease or challenge. She delights in other cats’ pain, weakness and often seeking out their weakness for her own delight and reasons. Her mind is a place of darkness. Filled with a void of pain, suffering, anguish and anger. She’s a watcher, always looking at other cats in other Clans to find a weakness. A shifting paw could be a sign of a previous injury, a glance at a cat of the opposite sex could mean a crush or even a mate. In Silverwing’s mind, everything can be a weakness. And only StarClan knows how much of her past is a weakness.
The Reasons I Choose
Silverwing always has reasons behind what she does. Whether they are valid or not. She bases her decisions off of need, want and value. Of course, her need could be someone else’s want. Something of high value to her could be trash to someone else. Value, just as beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. To Silverwing, as stated above, everything can be used as a weakness. Any relationship that you have with someone will be used for good or harm, and if it’s up to Silverwing it won’t be for good. Friends and family only bring pain. There is never hope without loss. For there to be hope, there had to have been loss before.
Your Mouth Is Poison, Your Mouth Is Wine
Considering how dangerous Silverwing is, she has a mouth of acid. She can nit-pick at you until you scream for her to stop or you feel so much shame that you have no choice but to leave the Clans. Her mouth is just a fraction of how much of a danger she is to WindClan. She doesn’t use it for others, only for herself. Another side of her is that she has a very good ability to get people to do what she wants. Whether this is because everyone is at least a little bit scared of her, or whether she’s actually a smooth-talker no one knows. There has never been at least one cat who didn’t at least take up on a part of her offer. It’s just too good to ever turn away.
Bequeath The Anger
Under all of the hate, anger, delight in pain, sadistic and torturous cat lies a pure cat just waiting to be broken from her shell. It’s her true spirit but she’s run from it for so long that she’s built up a whole new persona. No one sees the pure cat, not even Silverwing. She just feels her desires at times. This pure cat is like her split-personality, but it never shows. This pure cat desires for all of the negative things about herself to be gone. She wishes to bequeath everything back to where it came from, but it’s so weak. If Silverwing ever decides by herself that she wants to give up this evil persona she has adopted then her pure self will emerge. But the evil won’t go away. It will remain a part of her, just like the pure cat is a part of herself now.
Silverwing isn’t one that other cats would normally like to tease or challenge. She delights in other cats’ pain, weakness and often seeking out their weakness for her own delight and reasons. Her mind is a place of darkness. Filled with a void of pain, suffering, anguish and anger. She’s a watcher, always looking at other cats in other Clans to find a weakness. A shifting paw could be a sign of a previous injury, a glance at a cat of the opposite sex could mean a crush or even a mate. In Silverwing’s mind, everything can be a weakness. And only StarClan knows how much of her past is a weakness.
The Reasons I Choose
Silverwing always has reasons behind what she does. Whether they are valid or not. She bases her decisions off of need, want and value. Of course, her need could be someone else’s want. Something of high value to her could be trash to someone else. Value, just as beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. To Silverwing, as stated above, everything can be used as a weakness. Any relationship that you have with someone will be used for good or harm, and if it’s up to Silverwing it won’t be for good. Friends and family only bring pain. There is never hope without loss. For there to be hope, there had to have been loss before.
Your Mouth Is Poison, Your Mouth Is Wine
Considering how dangerous Silverwing is, she has a mouth of acid. She can nit-pick at you until you scream for her to stop or you feel so much shame that you have no choice but to leave the Clans. Her mouth is just a fraction of how much of a danger she is to WindClan. She doesn’t use it for others, only for herself. Another side of her is that she has a very good ability to get people to do what she wants. Whether this is because everyone is at least a little bit scared of her, or whether she’s actually a smooth-talker no one knows. There has never been at least one cat who didn’t at least take up on a part of her offer. It’s just too good to ever turn away.
Bequeath The Anger
Under all of the hate, anger, delight in pain, sadistic and torturous cat lies a pure cat just waiting to be broken from her shell. It’s her true spirit but she’s run from it for so long that she’s built up a whole new persona. No one sees the pure cat, not even Silverwing. She just feels her desires at times. This pure cat is like her split-personality, but it never shows. This pure cat desires for all of the negative things about herself to be gone. She wishes to bequeath everything back to where it came from, but it’s so weak. If Silverwing ever decides by herself that she wants to give up this evil persona she has adopted then her pure self will emerge. But the evil won’t go away. It will remain a part of her, just like the pure cat is a part of herself now.
and we fell
MOTHER: Heatherpelt
FATHER: Thicketweed
SIBLINGS: Bluekit (sister) Jaykit (brother)
OTHER FAMILY: None
MENTOR: Whitestar
HISTORY:
Kithood- Silverwing was born to Heatherpelt and Thicketweed. Silverwing was the runt of the litter but she became stronger than her siblings instead of fat like they did. The small amount of milk she got and the excertion it took to get it gave her a healthier build than her siblings. One day she convinsed them to escape from camp and join her on a border patrol. She and her brother and sister walked on the edge of ShadowClan and RiverClan border and surprisingly never got caught. When they got to the seaside, she took them to a cliff that overlooked the sea and pushed them off. They fell into the waves and the tides crashed them onto the rocks which imediately broke their necks. Satisfied with her work, she trotted back home. A quarter of a moon passed until they found the missing kit's bodies. Silverwing (Silverkit) was wrought with greif for the loss of her siblings, at least, that's what the clan thought. Silverkit hated her siblings because of the malnutrition she got which made her smaller, but would help her in the future.
Apprenticeship- As an apprentice, Silverpaw became haunted in her dreams by the spirits of her siblings. Many days she went without sleep and vowed to kill her mother and father for the birth of herself and her wretched siblings. She was very nimble and acrobatic in her fighting training. None of the apprentices could catch her because she used the (though very few) trees to hop onto and would jump off onto her adversary. She was a skilled hunter and proud of it. She was fast enough to out-run rabbits and squirrels. Whitestar -the leader of WindClan at this time- took a very dark interest in Silverpaw. She was deadly and well worth his time. He lavished her with sleep-in days and no border patrols, but she would go on hunting patrols because she begged him. In the end, even though she was several moons to young and many moons younger than him, he asked her to be mates. Several times he tried to kit with her. She'd had enough when she found she was with kits. (What would the clan think?!) She often thought to herself. She planned his death and finished him with a whisper and the last thing he ever heard, "Sleep well my darling." in a whispery, faded, and misty voice. In the effort it took to kill him she lost her kits, all part of her plan.
The later moons of her apprenticeship were filled with battle and hunting training and the plan of the demise of her worthless parents. They had brought her into this world and despised her, and she hated them for it. She drugged them with stolen poppy seeds and did the same with them as she did with her siblings; threw them off a cliff. They never knew what hit them. No one ever found their bodies, and some questioned whether as to confront Silverpaw about them but she would give death glares out to those who tried to oppose her. She sent fear and shivers into the spines of those who dared look into her eyes. With the murder of five cats down her back, why go back to being helpless when she could rule the whole seaside?
Warriorhood- Silverwing was the fear of WindClan. It was said in the other clans that if you met her in battle, good luck living with a mortal wound. She was feared by all and hated by all. She is the reason that you quickly tuck in your kits when the sky darkens and turn them away from the entrance of the nursery. The reason why you shudder at night and get goose-bumps down your paws. Silverwing has never wanted another mate, and will get rid of those who love her. In her twisted dark mind, those who love her are the most dangerous.
Apprenticeship- As an apprentice, Silverpaw became haunted in her dreams by the spirits of her siblings. Many days she went without sleep and vowed to kill her mother and father for the birth of herself and her wretched siblings. She was very nimble and acrobatic in her fighting training. None of the apprentices could catch her because she used the (though very few) trees to hop onto and would jump off onto her adversary. She was a skilled hunter and proud of it. She was fast enough to out-run rabbits and squirrels. Whitestar -the leader of WindClan at this time- took a very dark interest in Silverpaw. She was deadly and well worth his time. He lavished her with sleep-in days and no border patrols, but she would go on hunting patrols because she begged him. In the end, even though she was several moons to young and many moons younger than him, he asked her to be mates. Several times he tried to kit with her. She'd had enough when she found she was with kits. (What would the clan think?!) She often thought to herself. She planned his death and finished him with a whisper and the last thing he ever heard, "Sleep well my darling." in a whispery, faded, and misty voice. In the effort it took to kill him she lost her kits, all part of her plan.
The later moons of her apprenticeship were filled with battle and hunting training and the plan of the demise of her worthless parents. They had brought her into this world and despised her, and she hated them for it. She drugged them with stolen poppy seeds and did the same with them as she did with her siblings; threw them off a cliff. They never knew what hit them. No one ever found their bodies, and some questioned whether as to confront Silverpaw about them but she would give death glares out to those who tried to oppose her. She sent fear and shivers into the spines of those who dared look into her eyes. With the murder of five cats down her back, why go back to being helpless when she could rule the whole seaside?
Warriorhood- Silverwing was the fear of WindClan. It was said in the other clans that if you met her in battle, good luck living with a mortal wound. She was feared by all and hated by all. She is the reason that you quickly tuck in your kits when the sky darkens and turn them away from the entrance of the nursery. The reason why you shudder at night and get goose-bumps down your paws. Silverwing has never wanted another mate, and will get rid of those who love her. In her twisted dark mind, those who love her are the most dangerous.
under the spell
ROLE-PLAYER:Seafeather!
WRITING SAMPLE:
I don’t need this~
Lyrics: Fallen Angel by Paper Tongues
lol
