Silverglade - Warrior - StoneClan [UPDATED 10/15/19] Sept 12, 2016 9:13:43 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Sept 12, 2016 9:13:43 GMT -5
Age: 58 Moons
Description: Silverglade is named for her silvery pelt that shimmers underneath the moonlight. Most of her lean body is a pale silvery-white in color but she holds splashes of color all over her body in seemingly random markings. The first is across her face and is a dash of black that goes between and underneath her eyes without going over them and ear the top of her nose. Then she also has black along the edges of both of her ears that fades into a warm red-brown at the base. Then on her front two paws she has lighter red-brown markings on the ends of her paws that fade into a pale golden color before disappearing into the white of her main body.
Her back feet are the opposite. They start off dark brown then lighten to a red-brown then the pale gold before fading to white over half way up her legs. Her long, fluffy tail is a bright red-brown with dashes of light brown and dark brown and black and faint stripes. Her fur is short other than her fluffy tail, and her body is lean and well-muscled from hours spent walking and hunting and playing and it's clear she's a healthy young she-cat. Her eyes are are deep pools of blue that shimmer like her pelt in the moonlight.
Her steps are always quiet and she moves with a calm sort of grace that extends into her personality as well. When she feels threatened she puffs up her tail to make herself look bigger and flattens her ears to her head. Her voice is quiet and smooth like the placid waters of a lake.
Description Summary: A lean, short furred, white she-cat with multi-colored markings, deep blue eyes and a fluffy multi-colored tail.
Personality: Silverglade is a cat that seems to have endless amounts of patience in her. She is loyal when that loyalty is earned and fierce in her protection of those she loves. She's the sort of cat that does what needs doing no matter how difficult the task. Be it hunting, caring for kits, defending her home, or just teaching in her quiet way; Silverglade enjoys being someone that helps others to become better. In her home she was a protector. It wasn't a clan, but the group did look out for one another and she in turn looked after them.
She loves deeply and never hesitates in being herself or sharing her feelings on a matter. She knows when the time is for quiet council and when it is time for action instead of words. She loves to tell stories and often uses songs as a way to teach life lessons to kits. Though she isn't a clan cat, she does admire the code they live by. She learned it from rogues that passed through where she and her small family stayed, and has been trying to live by that code since she first learned it.
Silverglade isn't one to hesitate when it comes to a fight if violence is what is needed to protect those that cannot do so for themselves. She is a guardian first and foremost and the needs of others often come before her own needs. This is never more true than in her sole surviving kit as she struggles to keep him alive on her own while mourning for the home and the family she lost.
EARLY YEARS | Silverglade was born in an old abandoned barn surrounded by other non-clan cats. As a kit she struggled to survive in a world where none looked out for any but their own. She was born with a brother and sister, but neither survived into adulthood and she remembers little about them other than that they were both darker shades of gray and had the same fluffy tail as she did. She often went hungry as a kit; living off the scraps others left behind. Even still, when she had barely enough to feed herself, she would still share with those that had nothing.
Once she was old enough to do so; Silverglade left the barn of her birth and wandered off on her own. She travels for moons on end and never stayed in the same place for very long. Then she met Dappleback with his small group of loners, and there she remained. The rust colored tom for loud and clumsy, but he was also loyal and had a sense of humor about him that kept everyone laughing. In almost no time, she found herself drawn to him and eventually the two became mates.
Her pregnancy went smoothly and then Silverglade gave birth to a litter of four kits. She and Dappleback were elated to have their small family growing so and life was happy. The kits grew and soon opened their eyes and began to toddle around the small cave the group had chosen to live in. They were a small group; only eight cats, but they stood together and took care of each other and it was enough. Their kits; Windkit, Sandkit, Redkit, and Meadowkit [named in similar fashion to the clans she so admired] grew and played in an environment that was much warmer than the one their mother had grown up and for that Silverglade was grateful.
Then one night as Dappleback watched the kits while Silverglade took her turn hunting for food so she could produce milk to feed them - each member of their group had to hunt in turn even if they had kits - the worst happened. While out on her hunt, Silverglade smelled smoke and picked up the panicked cries from her group-mates. Screams of pain, of terror, and tiny cries of her kits desperate for her return. She ran as fast as she could push her body to go, only to discover the dry grass that surrounded the groups cave was ablaze. She heard screaming everywhere and the cries of her kits had her heart clenching in fear.
The smallest of her kits, Sandkit, tumbled out of the long grass into his mother; mewling in terror and desperate to be safe again. Silverglade picked up the small kit in her mouth and tried to find the rest, but the smoke and the flames were too much. She heard their cries grow fainter until they stopped altogether. She never heard Dappleback over the roars of other cats as they died. By morning, only she and Sandkit remained of their group. Her other three kits...her beloved mate...her group-mates...all dead and now she was alone with a small kit to care for.
Now she travels; keeping to herself and viciously attacking any that come near her or Sandkit. Her kit is her priority now, and she lives for little else other than to protect him. She has no home, no group, and no help. Silverglade is in desperate straights but determined to survive as she always has. She just has to keep Sandkit alive along the way. She doesn't know if she'll be able to keep the smallest of her kits alive now with food so scarce, but she's determined to try.
PRESENT DAY : Much time has passed for the graceful she-cat and even more has changed. Sandkit; now Sandblaze, is the Medicine Cat for StoneClan having taken over after his training was complete. Silverglade has had an apprentice of her own - Kestralpaw now Kestralclaw - and she has taken the journey back across the mountains to her former home to say a final goodbye to her lost mate and kits so that she might move forward with lighter steps. Unfortunately, Silverglade has lost her purpose within the clan ever since taking on her Warrior duties. She spends more time alone than not and it worries those that know and love her. Only time will tell what her future holds.
Other: Silverglade can swim; she learned from necessity as a kit when she fell into a stream and it was either swim or drown.
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