- { ɴᴀᴍᴇ } Silverkit|Silverpaw|Silverwing
{ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ } Female
{ ᴀɢᴇ } 30 moons
{ ᴄʟᴀɴ } BrambleClan
{ ʀᴀɴᴋ } Warrior
{ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ } OPEN
- { ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ } Silverwing was born into BrambleClan a few seasons before the Great War happened. Things were still unstable with the Clans on edge all of the time, but nothing worse than a skirmish or two every moon. She grew up to stories of the other Clans' treachery and heinous deeds, developing a resentment towards them as all kits did. BrambleClan was the best Clan and the others were bordering on evil. From her point as a kit though, life was good. Her mother was loving and her father came to visit often. She had several playmates around her age, and grew up alongside them. Then before she knew it, Silverkit became Silverpaw, and was assigned a mentor. Before she knew it, Silverpaw had nearly finished her warrior training, but just days before her ceremony, it happened. The Great War broke out, and everything descended into chaos. All Silverpaw could remember was her mentor shouting for her to protect the cats stuck in camp, the elders, kits, and queens. She wanted to argue, but before she could, her mentor had fallen, his attacker now staring straight at her. Thinking only of her instructions, Silverpaw turned tail and bolted towards camp as fast as she could, but luckily she was not pursued. She vaguely remembered that the elders and queens were defending the nursery from a few stray attackers, so she was able to surprise them from behind, chasing one off and helping to fight the remaining cats. Somehow they managed to keep the kits safe, but at a steep cost. Silverpaw was injured, along with one of the queens, but the elders had all given their lives to protect their Clan. The days following the battle were a haze to Silverpaw, who, once the Clan had finished taking care of its dead and recovering its best from the Great War, had given her the title of warrior along with her warrior name, Silverwing. It was a somber ceremony, her mentor and most of the Clan now in StarClan, with every surviving warrior injured, many of whom weren't even her Clanmates before the Great War. But the Clans had banded together, and her ceremony was a small ray of hope for the Clan and a turning point that marked the beginning of the peaceful times they were in now.
{ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ } Silverwing is a good-natured, outgoing she-cat who is very friendly and enjoys being around her Clanmates. She hasn't found a mate yet but does want kits one day. Until then though, the energetic she-cat works hard for her Clan, always seeming to be on the move going out hunting or on a patrol. Her seemingly boundless energy means that Silverwing does get restless just sitting around in camp, unless she's chatting with one of her Clanmates, in which case, the talkative she-cat is perfectly content. She is very easy to get along with as long as you can tolerate her high energy levels.
{ ʟɪᴋᴇs/ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs } Silverwing likes to talk, a lot. Which is good, since it usually helps her with another one of her favorite things, which is making friends. Although a few of her more reserved Clanmates don't appreciate her energy as much as others, that doesn't deter Silverwing from trying. Because of her high energy, she doesn't like sitting around doing nothing, much preferring to take on an extra patrol or go hunting rather than sitting around bored.
{ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs/ғʟᴀᴡs } Silverwing's greatest strength is probably how easy she is to get along with. She has many friends within the Clan and tries to get along with even those that she isn't particularly close with. Next to that, her boundless energy is also a great asset to the Clan, at least most of the time. She is one of the first to volunteer to go hunting or out on patrol in order to stave off her own boredom, but if stuck in camp, she has been known to turn her chatty jaws on unwilling Clanmates. Her biggest flaw is perhaps one that nobody really knows about besides Silverwing herself, which is her irrationally debilitating fear of water. There was never a time that she can remember that she hasn't been afraid of swimming, so Silverwing thinks it was just something she was born knowing. A sign that she should never even attempt it, for if she did, she's certain that she would drown.
{ ᴄʀᴜsʜ/ᴍᴀᴛᴇ } OPEN
{ ᴋɪɴ } OPEN
- { ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ } An unusually spotted silver tabby she-cat with pale green eyes
{ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ } Silver spotted tabby
{ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ } Green
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