Posts by TheSilentOne

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    Silentfern||20 moons||Female||Assassin


    Screen-name: TheSilentOne
    Muse: 7/10
    Activity: 6/10
    Other: Velociraptor/Indominus
    Plot Ideas: I currently have none.
    RP Level: Semi..?


    Pelt: Golden tabby
    Eyes: A mild sky blue/ grey colour
    Structure: Of average height and slender
    Strengths: Fast moving
    Quiet on paws
    Loyal
    Outspoken
    Dependable
    Weaknesses: Sadistic
    Impatient
    Outspoken
    Unable to socialise with other cats around her age well
    Unable to trust others easily
    Can get angered easily and lash out at times


    Likes: Water
    Fish
    Swimming
    Birds
    Sunset
    Warmth
    Adventure
    Darkness
    Kits
    Older cats
    Dislikes: Kittypets
    Two legs
    Cold
    Snow
    Frogs
    Insects
    Bright light


    Personality:
    Silentfern is an energetic young cat who loves to explore the wilderness. She likes to work independently or in pairs rather than large groups. Finding it hard to socialise with cats of her age and around her age, Silentfern is mainly spotted playing with the kits or sharing tongues with the older cats. She's never afraid to speak her mind on certain matters and is very loyal and dependable. However, she can bit a little bit of a sadist at times, she is quite impatient and although being outspoken can have its ups it can also have its downs as she tends to speak a little too much when trying to make her point and can turn things into an argument making some cats get fed up with her. Her mood can change from good to bad extremely quickly and she can be known to lash out at times if any cat says something wrong about her or any cats she likes and cares for. She tends to be very hostile and rude toward any cat she isn't familiar with and it takes her a while to warm up to them but with cats she does know she is kind but a little bit awkward.


    History:
    Silentfern's early past is unknown. She was found by a pair of two legs at around the age of 6 moons who took her into their care. Unfortunately their kittypet didn't take well to her and would be very territorial and cruel to her; often hissing, spitting at her and aiming the odd blow at her with claws unsheathed. Silentfern (then known as Sara) would retaliate to the kittypet's actions but would then get beaten by the two legs as the kittypet made it seem as though it was Silentfern who was causing all the trouble. As soon as Silentfern was old enough to hunt successfully and fend for herself, she fled from the two legs who had treated her so badly. This is the reason to why she dislikes two legs and kittypets to this day. She then came across a band of cats who called themselves assassins and joined their group renaming herself Silentfern. Having a bad experience with the kittypet, Silentfern isolated herself from the other cats that were of her age, fearing that they would have the same attitude toward her.


    Crush: -
    Mate: -
    Kits: -




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    Thornheart||22 moons||Male||Warrior


    Screen-name: TheSilentOne
    Muse: 7/10
    Activity: 6/10
    Other: Velociraptor/Indominus
    Plot Ideas: Currently none
    RP Level: Semi..


    Pelt: Ginger and white.
    Eyes: A subtle amber colour
    Structure: Tall and well-built
    Strengths: Hunting
    Fighting
    Climbing
    Loyalty
    Fairness
    Weaknesses: Gets a bad temper
    Swimming
    Thinking before acting
    Lacks friendliness


    Likes: Night
    Bird song
    Autumn
    Winter
    Snow
    The smell of damp earth
    Dislikes: Heat
    Dogs
    Two legs
    Rogues
    Kittypets
    Swimming


    Personality:
    Thornheart is a very closed up tom. His goal is to be the best warrior he can possibly be and his heart and loyalty stands with WillowClan. He isn't the friendliest and can get a bit of a temper causing other cats to want nothing to do with him. His main weakness is the fact that he doesn't think before he acts. He does, however, believe in fairness and although he lacks friendliness and has a temper he is still a soft cat at heart.


    History: Thornheart was born into WillowClan as a half-clan cat. His mother was from WillowClan and his father was a rogue. Because of this, kits that disliked him tended to be rude to him and call him names. This continued as Thornheart grew older. He trained hard as an apprentice, feeling like he had to prove himself loyal to WillowClan because his father was a rogue, and never let the other cats' snide remarks get him down. After moons of training he became a warrior, proving that he was a loyal tom. But he did develop a temper, as cats still slipped in the odd criticism, and he never made any true friends.


    Crush:-
    Mate:-
    Kits:-

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    Silentfern


    Silentfern slowly opened her eyes, blinking away the milky sleep. She rose to her paws, shivering as her pads made contact with the icy ledge beneath her. She spotted Autumndrift at the other end of the den and greeted her with a brisk nod before shaking off the dust that had piled on top of her fur. She began to make her way out of the warriors den, scrambling off of the ledge she was once curled up on and dodging between the few mounds of fluff that were her fellow clanmates still in a deep sleep.


    As she broke into the clearing she blinked a couple of times, adjusting to the harsh day light; something that she really wasn't fond of. She scanned the clearing; only a few cats were moving around in the early morning. She made her way over to the fresh-kill pile and picked up a small but juicy vole. It was still warm meaning that some cat had gone out for an early hunt. She carried the vole over to a sunny patch in the clearing and plopped down with it. Within moments, the vole was nothing more than a few scraps of skin and small bones. She ran her tongue across her lips, satisfied after her meal, and sat up, beginning to wash her thick, striped pelt.



    Thornheart


    Thornheart stretched, arching his back and unsheathing his claws as he did so. That night he hadn't joined the others in the warriors den. He shook his ruffled pelt, curling his claws back into his pads, and made his way over to a large oak tree. Tensing his hind legs, he wriggled his rump and pushed off of the ground, latching his claws onto the soft but slippery bark, and hauled his way up to the lowest branch. He settled down on the thick, sturdy branch, keeping his claws sunk into the bark, and looked down at the camp below. His amber eyes gleamed as the sunlight hit them every few minutes, revealing his position.