Post by • Silverpaw • on Sept 29, 2009 12:55:58 GMT -5
Name: Silverpaw
Age: Eight moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: CloudClan
Rank: Apprentice
Eye Color: Dull gold
Picture: None.
Appearance:
Number of Cats: None yet
Age: Eight moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: CloudClan
Rank: Apprentice
Eye Color: Dull gold
Picture: None.
Appearance:
Silverpaw has a light gray pelt with black tipped paws and a black tipped tail. There is a thin darker shade of gray stretching down from his fore head to the tip of his tail. He is a short-haired Tom and has a slender build to his body. The young apprentice has a short tail, about half the length of a "normal" tail. Silverpaw's ears are slightly larger and are very good on picking up on very small sounds. There is a small nick in the tip of his right ear from a past battle with a vicious rat. Silverpaw has a shaggy neck that is a little longer than the rest of his fur.Personality:
Silverpaw is very silent and attentive. He can be very shadey towards others, but he's extremly loyal. He doesn't show much respect for the higher ranking cats but he means well. He may also show abit of short-temperedness when things are getting out of hand or not go his way. Silverpaw is kind towards the younger kits and shows a bright and sunny side when they are around. Nobody sees him like that but he can be a downer when others are being optimistic. Silverpaw's arogance can be rather irritating, and showing-off to she-cats always ends in chaos. His misfortune leads to other's goodwill.History:
Silverpaw has always admired the Warriors for fighting for their clan. He has always rough-housed with his brother, who has become a loner. Silverpaw has always wandered the forests and have found many treasures and hidden hunting grounds. His brother usually picked on him for hidng in the forests so often. Silverpaw was picked on so much by his brother he stopped going places and stayed at camp with the other cats. He began to rebel against the clan but as he grew older Silverpaw became more timid and stopped his mischevious ways on the leader and elders. Silverpaw is in training to become a Warrior himself, and he hopes it will be soon. The kit has gone back to the forests since his brother left a long while ago, still visiting his old hideouts.RP Example:
It was a very long day of missions for a specific Blondie who belonged to the Akatsuki. He was flying back to headquarters for rest and peace of mind. The bird he stood upon was a giant clay replica of an owl. It was soft to the touch and almost appeared to be...living. The Blondie teen sighed once and ran his fingers through the golden locks of hair swaying in the quiet spring breeze. "I hate missions....Hn?" he said to himself, and going back to Headquarters was even worse for him. There was constant bickering either between him and his partner, Sasori, or him and some other ''higher ranking'' member.Other: Nope, None.
Just as he arrived at run down apartment building with graphite, boarded up windows, and several other ghetto-like structures on the building, there was screaming coming from the building. Deidara released the jutsu for the giant owl as it returned to a small figurine and he walked back into the alley to find a side door. The Blondie quietly crept inside and dashed up the staircase and down the hallway of doors that have been modified like a hotel corridor. But it was much more eerie and depressing. Deidara slipped out a small key from his bag and unlocked the door. He opened the squeaky door as quietly as possible and slipped into the room and closing the wooden door at the same pace. After the sorry attempt to get into his room quietly, Deidara was engulfed in pure darkness. The only two windows he had were boarded up across the small room. His hands scanned the walls for a shelf with a little green pocket lighter that resided on the shelf. The teen flicked his thumb across it twice and a flame shot up immediately. He moved the lighter around to find the candles located variously around his room. Once every candle was lit, the smell of burning wax filled the dainty room of clay figurines. "Ah. Good to be home again Hn? ..." there was much sarcasm in his voice.
Deidara slipped off his cloak and threw it on his bed. A thin fish-netted shirt was removed and his half naked body was sweating bullets. He dropped to the floor and counted ninety push-ups, followed by other cardiac workouts. He panted heavily, removing the rest of his clothes and reaching for a clean white towel resting neatly on his matching bed. He wrapped the towel around his waist and entered the bathroom. Once Deidara's right foot entered the room, his named was called. It was a loud shriek that penetrated the thin walls of the apartment building. He sighed and turned around, dressing himself and leaving the room. He headed downstairs to see the Leader of the Akatsuki veiled by shadows. His face wasn't visible, just the tips of his feet were. The person standing next to him was his ''pet'' Konan. She glared at Deidara, but hept her facial expression the same as always...blank. "Deidara...Go get things to benefit the rest of the members needs. You know what they are...." Pein's voice faded as he disappeared along with Konan in a flash. "Alright.......Hn?" Deidara growled, and left the Base.
It was another ''mission'' Deidara didn't need any disguise, it was a simple task of going to the grocery and picking up a few items...well a few shopping carts full of items. Deidara arrived at the village's grocery and released the jutsu for the owl once more. He snatched up the figure, and went inside for his scavenger hunt.
There were mostly women there. Not unusual to find at least six of them and their children walking hand in hand down the isles, selecting their husband's meats or spices for stews. The tortured teen selected eggs, milk, bread and butter, coffee, TV foods, beers and lighters. There were many other edible items as well as necessities for the members at base. After every item he needed was collected and checked out, there were a few kids running around through the store. Some running in swearing at one another or throwing rocks. He hesitated to carry the paper bags of food out of the door. Even if he could barely see with the bags stacked on top of his arms.
Number of Cats: None yet
