Silvermist ~ ThunderClan

[I*C*E*Y]

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Silvermist

Owned By: I*C*E*Y!!!

Name: Silvermist.

Age: 28 moons.

Gender: Female.

Clan: ThunderClan.

Ranking: Warrior.

Description: Have you ever seen anything so beautiful, but you weren’t allowed to touch it?

Often times, those describe shiny things, pretty things- and us as people, greedy people, much like ferrets (who, mind you, also like shiny things), yearn to touch the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?

Her name symbolizes her very well. The prefix in her name, ‘silver,’ is defined by its extravagance and the sheer shinyness to which it seems to reflect. However, this light reflects on her silky pelt, the color itself silver, and bounces off. Where it hits, no matter where, it always brings joy. Her coat, light, shimmery silver, is nothing compared to the exquisiteness of her tail, which puffs up around the end and circles down in a shape that could solely be defined as an oval.

The suffix ‘mist,’ is also a perfect fit. In the morning, as the hot sun begins to burn and the water vapor in the form of morning dew begins to rise, her coat glimmers with such a mistiness that it turns a dark silver, almost a gray shade. Her eyes, the deepest blue you’ll possibly ever see, can fog with such emotion in a short period of time that it causes you to have to look away.


Personality: Silvermist looks dainty.

And to be perfectly honest, she is. The way she carries herself resembles that of a queen from the Middle Ages. (You know, the ones with the really bad wigs and the ones that wore those giant pom-pom dress things? Yeah. Uh-huh. Them.)

But in her mind, she is far from dainty.

This she-cat isn’t prissy. Oh no, she would rather be killed a thousand times by Tigerstar than roll in a meadow of flowers. In fact, she loves getting dirty- rolling in mud, disguising her scent in dung, you name it, she loves it. She doesn’t show fear very often; she prefers standing her ground and getting the euphoric feeling that comes with bravery. Her brother, Lionleap, always believed she was a dog in her past life. (She tends to act kittish and stick her tongue out at him when he tells her so). However, Silvermist is unusually quiet in clan meetings, she doesn’t speak up. She likes to let everyone else control and have stress while she remains alone.

But above all, she strives to be kind and caring, and often worrisome when it comes to her clanmates. She does fear, in the very pits of her heart, for her life, her clanmates, the future of her clan, her brother, anyone she feels needs protecting.


History: : Silvermist was born the second of a litter of two to a beautiful silver queen, much like herself, named Diamondpelt. As a kit in ThunderClan, she never knew who her father was, until one night, late, when her mother snuck her and her brother Lionkit out into the forest. Obviously, as she was still very young, the naïve kit didn’t realize what her father was until she scented his fur.

Crisco was a kittypet, and there was nothing she could do about it. It was then that Diamondpelt promised to take her kits to see their father about once a moon, and it continued on until Silverkit became an apprentice. On that one night she could see her biological father, she and Lionpaw had taken their usual long way around to avoid scouts and night patrols. They came around the bend, and spotted Crisco lying on the ground, his life bleeding out of him. Standing above him was Leopardsprint, a trusted ThunderClan warrior, his paws drenched in a sticky, red liquid.

About a single moon later, after a ferocious battle with the ever-dangerous ShadowClan, Diamondpelt was struck down almost fatally, but eventually died of her infected wounds. Ever since then, Silvermist had found it hard to fit in, because Leopardsprint had figured them out and told the rest of the clan, and had found it hard to trust her clanmates, because honestly, you never knew if someone was going to make you or break you.

Lionleap took it harder than anyone could ever guess. To ThunderClan, he was an amazing warrior with such skill that possibly Tigerstar himself couldn’t defeat him. To the other clans, he was the most feared warrior in all of the clans. No one could touch him. No one could see how much the segregation was getting to him.

But she did.

Every night, she pressed herself against him, hoping to be comforting, to soothe his endless nightmares, but nothing did the trick. She could hear his terrified whimpers in her dreams, making her sleep-deprived and crabby when morning came. The scratches from his dream fight with Leopardsprint soaked into her arms and legs and pelt and muzzle, but she did nothing but say she had caught herself in brambles chasing after prey. They believed her.

Her world was shaken when Lionleap committed suicide.

To this day, she still doesn’t know how he did it, but he was the last living thing in this world for her. No one approached her during that time of need, no one said anything comforting- they all moved on. So did she.

She pushed herself, harder and harder, and instead of becoming hard and stiff and defensive, she opened up her heart to a world that appreciated her more than she could have ever thought possible.

Other: Nopers! She's very different now, I changed her entirely.

[soulreaperneko]

[[Accepted]]