[hider=Withdrawn][h1][center][color=a3a3a3][b]Silverpaw[/b][/color][/center][/h1]
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[color=a3a3a3][b]Gender:[/b][/color]  Tom
[color=a3a3a3][b]Age:[/b][/color] 8 Moons
[color=a3a3a3][b]Rank:[/b][/color] Apprentice (Former Loner)

[color=a3a3a3][b]Personality:[/b][/color] Silverpaw is not politically ambitious.  In a perfect world, he would hunt, eat, socialize and then hunt some more in constant repetition.  He's got an odd sense of humor and is still getting used to being a part of a clan.  He can be highly competitive and has no problem voicing his opinions and defending them.

[color=a3a3a3][b]Description:[/b][/color] Silverpaw's fur is a gradient of white, gray and even black hair that lends itself to his namesake.  His eyes are a subtle amber with a hint of green and his body is very fit and agile, a product of his frequent hunting and honed prowess.

[color=a3a3a3][b]Backstory:[/b][/color] Silverpaw was born to a Loner mother who nursed and provided for him as best she could, teaching him how to hunt and how to survive in a world where you were all you had.  Several moons later, she began feeling very ill until one morning Silverpaw woke up and she simply wasn't there anymore.  He cried out and looked for her, but none of his effort bore fruit.  Eventually he was forced to accept that she was gone and to take all he knew of the forest and use that knowledge to survive on his own.

For many moons, he did just that; hunted, sheltered and looked after himself against other predators.  It wasn't long before he crossed paths with the WillowClan and, tired of having no one, requested a place among them by offering himself as an apprentice to the clan.[/hider]