Silverclaw
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Riverclan
Age: 12 moons
Clan position: Warrior
Appearance: Eye color: Emerald green
Fur color: Sleek white with light grey tabby markings
Any markings: Light grey tabby markings, two light grey socks on front left and back right paws, and light grey paws on right front leg
Scars: A scar over her right eye and a notch in her right ear
Personality: Likes: Water, fish, clear skies, the sound of rain on water, the scent of fresh rain
Dislikes: Twolegs, the forest, the open moor
Fears: Snakes
Other: Silverclaw is a very kind cat, but she is incredibly loyal to her clan. She will not betray Riverclan, and has always stuck to the Warrior Code. Even if she has friends in other clans, she will not hesitate to attack if they're on her territory. She is usually hostile to cats from other Clans, though not at the Gathering. She is highly independent and despises having help from anyone. She also has an almost kit-like sense of curiosity.
SPECIALS Stats: +5 to Agility for RiverClan
Strength: 4
Paws: 5
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 10
Leaping: 5
Speed: 6
History: Silverclaw was born into Riverclan in the season of Newleaf at the lake. Her brother and sister both died from a sickness, and Silverclaw's mother, Whiteface, had been devastated. Rather than become more fierce fully protective of her remaining kit, she more or less gave up. Her eyes had distanced and the only care she gave to Silverclaw was her milk, other than that, she was on her own. Once she was 6 moons, she was apprenticed to Graysong, a Warrior She-cat.
She trained for 3 moons, working hard on the skills of her clan. She had started with a lesson of the borders, then how to fish, and then how to fight. She was one of the best apprentices the clan had ever seen, never breaking the Warrior Code even once. She cared deeply for her clan, especially for her depressed mother. Every day she brought the Queen fresh-kill, trying to help her regain her strength. But the she-cat remained cold and distanced. The old Warrior soon had to move to the Elder's Den, but Silverclaw still brought her a piece of fresh-kill every day. Even after she became a Warrior.
After a moon or so from Silverclaw's Warrior Naming Ceremony, Whiteface went missing. She was found a few sunrises later at the edge of the lake, a dead snake laying next to her. The snake had bitten her mother, but the old she-cat still had fight left in her. She had managed to kill the reptile, but it's poison had spread to her body before anyone found her. This is why she is terrified of snakes. Despite never being close to her mom, Silverclaw had been horrified. She waited a vigil beside her mother's deathbed, sitting silently for two sunrises and sunsets. Then she had left for a little while, returning to the clan after 3 moonrises.
They accepted her, knowing the she-cat's ways of grieving. She returned happier, at least a little. Her clan welcomed her back with open paws. She'd never had a close friend in the clan, but didn't mind. She shared tongues with any cat who was willing to, and loved each and everyone in the clan. She would give her life for any of them. So here she is, 12 moons into her life, and caring deeply for each and every cat in her clan. She's been on many patrols, in a few battles, and many gatherings. She loves life, and would never ever throw hers away. Through all her training, she has become one of the best Warriors in the clan.
Sample RP segment: 6. Your OC is out hunting on the edges of his/her territory when he/she comes across an(some) apprentice(s) sneaking onto his/her Clan's territory. Given your character's personality, compose a brief narrative in which your OC identifies and addresses the situation.
Silverclaw slunk through the bushes, rubbing her fur along the ferns. She peered over the bristles, glaring out over at Windclan territory. She sniffed the air, a patrol had been there recently. She continued to stalk quietly, taking deliberate yet silent steps. She opened her mouth to catch scents easier. Her clan leader had told her that Windclan had been scented in their territory. This bothered the she-cat, and she would see to it that they never stepped foot in her clan's territory again. She stared up at the moorland, her eyes narrow slits. She watched as two Windclan cats crept over the hills. Silverclaw marked the edge of her territory quickly, then sat silently and waited for the approaching Windclan cats to scent her.
"Gingerpaw, be careful here." The tom hissed to the reddish she-cat next to him.
"I know Blackpaw!" she snarled back, batting at his ear angrily. He bared his teeth, but both stopped when they scented Silverclaw.
"And what is this?" Asked the Riverclan Warrior boldly, "Two Windclan apprentices sneaking into Riverclan territory? I sure hope there's a good explanation." She stared down at the two cats. They could hardly be 7 moons, and Silverclaw knew they wouldn't be tough to beat. They already looked pretty terrified of her, which pleased the Warrior for some reason.
"W-we were just patrolling the border!" The black tom rushed to say, cowering before the tall warrior.
"Patrolling the border huh? On
Riverclan's side?" She purred warningly, giving the two apprentices a steely glare, "Your'e on Riverclan territory. I suggest you two apprentices leave before someone less merciful finds you." She gave the two an angry hiss, sending the red she-cat scampering away.
"Blackpaw, come on!" She called, terror leaking into her voice.
"Why?" He called back up to her, determination in his eyes, "We came here on a mission, we can't just leave because a stupid Riverclan warrior is in our way!"
"Stupid? Is that what you think of us? I could take both of you single pawed with ease." Silverclaw snarled, dropping into a crouch. Blackpaw did the same, baring his teeth. Silverclaw, began to circle him. He leaped forward, attempting to land on her shoulder, but the white she-cat easily dodged his attack and batted at his head. She kept her claws sheathed, but the weight of her paw was enough to topple him. He fell backwards, wincing from the pain in his head.
"Blackpaw! Just give it up!" Gingerpaw called to him again. This time, Blackpaw scrabbled away from Silverclaw as fast as possible.
"And stay out!" Silverclaw hissed after them, watching the two race away into their own territory. The white she-cat turned and headed back to the Riverclan camp.
(Acceptance, even though I wrote the rules)
