Posts by The Moons Silver Half

The Tribe Of Drowning Rains

[size=11pt]The Nocturnal Tribe of Challenges and Wits[/size]

You are worn down, need for food and water driving you to a cave for shelter. When you pad in you are oblivious to the scent of other cats. You could smell prey and slowly padded towards a small pile near the back of the cave. You are about to take a mouse when something heavy lands on your shoulders. "So you think you can just steal our prey, huh? My tribe has spent its energy getting this food, and no one has the right to take it without my permission!" You are tossed aside and look up at a light silver she-cat with narrowed, greenish eyes. She looked at you, taking in your form and how fit you are. "Perhaps you would like to join?"

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{Hope You Join!}

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 360px; height: 200px; margin-left: -10px;][justify][size=8][color=black][font=arial]Silver is a silver tom cat with grey/black tabby stripes and white paws. His eyes are a deep copper that shine like new pennies in the sun light. He is slim and looks quite feminine to most, he is even called Silvia by members who were previously kittypets, such as The Shining Morning Dew.[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 360px; height: 200px; margin-left: -10px;][justify][size=8][color=black][font=arial]Silver is very caring to his clanmates, and his shy smiles show that he doesn't know how to react when shown kindness back. He can't quite get a grasp on how to tell a certain someone that he loves him, and gets flustered easily. He can be very feminine stereotypical, as in he acts like a girl sometimes. He can't control his emotions too well and tries to keep quiet half the time.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 360px; height: 200px; margin-left: -10px;][justify][size=8][color=black][font=arial]A gold and ginger tom with tabby markings and gold eyes. He has a muscular build and is large compared to most his age. Before he was a tribe member he was named Sun and wore a green and white striped collar.[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 360px; height: 200px; margin-left: -10px;][justify][size=8][color=black][font=arial]Morning is very protective of his new home and those that live in it. He feels he has to protect Silver due to the Tom's smaller size and daintiness. He is brave and bold and will stand up for what he believes is right.[/fancypost]
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Silver padded into the gathering, almost confused. There were so many cats here, unlike his tribe. The tabby glanced about with his copper eyes before looking at the pale moon.

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A silver tabby with fur almost white padded into the gathering. She had an air of importance around her and was clearly no loner. She was The Moon's Silver Half, leader of The Tribe of Drowning Rains.
Moon was slim for a wild cat, but she was beautiful and any tom in her tribe would want to father her kits. Her gold flecked irises glanced around the gathered cats as she made her way beside the other leaders. She was recruiting, like most leaders do at gatherings and had plenty of time on her paws to find members.

The tribe cat watched Amberstar and Fireclaw curiously, but stayed put.
Whatever they're doing isn't important to me.
She flicked her pale tail, her fur shimmering like the moon she was named after. She looked up to the pale disk in the night sky, it's glow giving her energy and pride.

Moon's eyes flicked back down to the other creatures below.
Half probably don't have a clan or tribe...
The leader looked for any who could be clanless so that she may confront them.

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Name: Thinpaw
Gender: Male
Appearance: A slim white tom with pale brown paws and tail. He has bright blue eyes and was born paralyzed in the lower half of his body[hind legs and tail]
Personality: Quiet, calm, a bit lazy[when nothing keeps him busy he sleeps a lot]
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice

Thinpaw was asleep in the medicine den as he usually was when he had nothing to do. The disabled tom was sprawled out in his nest, since he couldn't use his hind legs or tail to curl up and make more room in the stuffy den.

Thinpaw stirred, waking up. The white and tan cat blinked his blue irises open, starting to lift himself up a bit. He rolled out of his nest, scrambling to lift himself back up. He poked his head outside of the medicine den, eyes narrowing in the light.
He let out a yawn, ears twitching as he crawled out, spotting Imprisonedunicorn.
"Hey, can you pick something up for me?"
He called over, though it was still quiet. He dragged himself to the freshkill pile

Thinpaw gave a quiet thanks, looking up at him.
"Anything really... I just woke up."
His tan ears swiveled back when he heard someone approaching them.

He nodded to Amberstar in a respectful greeting before eating the mouse Imprisonedunicorn had set in front of him. He listened to their conversation, having nothing to say himself.

Thinpaw looked at Imprisonedunicorn, smiling a bit.
"I'll be fine.."

"Wish you luck!"
He smiled, watching his friend leave. He turned his attention to Amberstar.
"Is something bothering you, Amberstar?"

Thinpaw had dozed off, though his ears were twitching. He was listening to the kits play, as he had nothing else to do.

The white and tan apprentice opened his eyes.
"Sure."
He pushed himself up, ears swiveling forward.

Thinpaw had crawled into the medicine den. He began sorting the herbs, laying on a rock to hold him up as he used his working paws to sort.

Thinpaw thanked Goldenrain before lapping up some of the water. He was still pretty tired and spaced out.