Post by Dragon on Aug 1, 2008 5:50:26 GMT -5
Name:
I was dubbed Silver[Wolfs]blood by my clanmates
Age:
My age does not matter but it is 17 moons if you must know
Gender:
Tom, brute, brujo, male; they are one and the same
Clan:
I come from the clan that spilt the blood of the Wolf
Rank:
I lead my clanmates together as one force
Appearance:
Silver fur covers muscles that stretch taunt over a lithe frame. Blood from a fierce battle splatters my pelt permanently. White paws tread the earth and white chest fur covers lungs that take in oxygen constantly. A bloody 'X' crossed my face from each eye to the opposite cheek. Limbs are long and lithe to match and equally long tail that is adorned with tabby like light bllue-grey stripes. My eyes are a silver blue that match the ice that forms on the rocks where I was born. A wolf like mane of fur has grown in on my neck and my forehead and it sticks up in a mohawk when I get angry.
Personality:
Rough. Silverblood is just that and everything that goes with it. He doesnt usually say much but when he does his clan listens and they listen well. His temper is one to be feared for his wrath his worse than doing what he asks of you. He is a born leader despite his quiet abserving nature. He is most skilled in battle but does a good job with the apprentices. He has less tolerance for the kits though and tends to stay away from them. He has not taken a mate so has never really had to deal with the little dem-I mean angels. Silverblood likes to take on apprentices whenever he can and the ones he does teach tend to come out as memorable warriors.
History:
Born in the mountainous regions Silverblood grew learning the ways of a mountain cat that had to climb a lot and live on little to eat. To this day he normally eats every other day or so and stays thin. He was the only survivor of his clan after the humans came and drove out the clan. His mother was captured and never seen again, his father killed and his siblings taken in to be kittypets. He never saw any of his family after leaving the mountains and tends to shy away from the memories that cause him so much pain. He came to Wolfclan to be part of something and eventually rose up to be leader, leading battles agains the wolves they were named for.
