Name: Drownsong/Drownpaw
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Short appearance: A silvery, blue-grey tabby with pale blue eyes and a pale underbelly, chest and socks.

SCENARIO 1:

You were training in the dark forest, fighting fiercely. You notice Drownsong, your friend, watching intently. Her demeanour is calm, and she looks interested in the fight. You are caught off guard, and the cat fighting you has pinned you to the ground. He hisses at you, raising his paw and landing a scratch on your ear, before turning around to a larger, more muscled cat, Frostsight, searching for approval in her eyes.

The tall silver she-cat analyses you with glassy eyes, before raising her head. "Deal the killing blow, Sandthroat." She rasps, flicking her tail.

You gasp, but Sandthroat doesn't hesitate. He raises his paw, striking down.

But nothing hits you.
His unsheathed paw is only inches away from your head, and you see Drownsong, with his paw trapped in her jaws.

Sandthroat howls in pain, and leaps back.

Frostsight hissed at Drownsong. "This will be the last fight you interrupt!"

Drownsong snarls at her. "Then you either let me leave this wretched place or you can try to kill me. Which doesn't seem very smart. Would clan cats not get suspicious of a random dead cat in their nests? Suspicions will rise, and they'll prepare for the attack." She advised, her gaze analytical.

Frostsight narrows her eyes. "One more chance, Drownsong, before I shred you."

"I'de like to see you try." She snorted, turning around. "I'm guessing that this means that the fight is over, am I correct?"

The crowd around you and her disperses, and she turns around to see you, her gaze soft. "Are you okay?" You?

SCENARIO 2:

You are in a gruesome battle against the dark forest. Drownsong is fighting alongside you, batting away dark forest warriors. She had recently revealed that she was training with them, and some cats didn't trust her during the battle. You turn away for a second, before you see a silver blur at the corner of your eye. A large silver she-cat had pinned her down, her teeth on her throat. You?

SCENARIO 3:

Drownsong has emerged into the Medicine den, reporting that she had been attacked by a fox. She collapses onto the nest, her breaths quick and shallow. You were on the patrol with her, and had assisted her getting into the den. You are worried, and are 't sure that she'll make it. You?

SCENARIO 4:

Drownsong has been acting strange lately. She hasn't been eating as much, and seems to be sad all the time. She has been reported missing 2 days ago, and you have just picked up her scent near the Horseplace while out hunting alone. You?

SCENARIO 5:

Make it up!