Posts by Lakesoar

[br]I am a long furred, battle-scarred she-cat with innocent-looking eyes and a round face with a snub nose. I am very nervous and always twitching with anxiety, but no matter what, my heart is in the right place.
[br]I was born into a rogue group that was the enemy of my Clan. During one of our raids on the Clan, our leader was killed, and several others captured and killed by an ambush set up by the Clan. I and my two littermates were adopted by the clan when we were two moons old. The survivors of the rogue gang are still out there...

Silverpaw padded out of the apprentice den and gazed nervously around the clearing, wondering who would be her mentor. She had so much to learn!

Silverpaw peered into the gaping truck. Catmint? She cautiously padded forward, then broke into a run and rolled in the sweet smell.

"Hi," answered Silverpaw. "Who are you?"

Silverpaw munched a cupcake contentedly.

Silverpaw hesitated. "Do you have an apprentice?" she asked nervously.

Silverpaw's head snapped up. She heard something! Leaving her cupcake, she crouched near the door. A long snout poked in. Silverpaw stiffened. Fox!

Silverpaw glanced up shyly. "Will you be my mentor?" she asked.

Silverpaw growled and slashed at the fox's muzzle. "Get your paws off my cupcakes!" she yowled.

Silverpaw jumped up, excited. "Thanks!" she meowed. "I can't wait!"

Silverpaw (another silverpaw) raced into camp just as the rouges fled.

Silverpaw raced into the clearing with her Clanmates. This was her first Gathering,and she was so excited! Wait... wolves? She yowled and leaped for a young wolf already weighed down with apprentices.

Silverpaw, hearing noises in the clearing, padded out of the den and over to the other apprentices. "Can I play?" she asked.
OOC: Silverpaw looks like the picture.

Silverpaw was chased from the truck by the snarling wolf. Bitter, she walked into the woods. "I'll be back," she hissed.

Silverpaw jumped from her den and charged across the clearing. "Get away from those kits!" she yowled, and flung herself at the nearest Skull.

Silverpaw walked over. "Hi!" she said, smiling.

Silverpaw, unable to sleep, tasted the air and bristled. Enemy scent! She yowled an alarm to the Clan and ran torwards the disturbance.

Silverpaw looked at the meager freshkill- pile. "Want to hunt?" she asked, purring.

"Okay!" Silverpaw mewed. "I can't wait!"

Silverpaw ran out of the camp. "Race you!" she laughed.