Silverwing [Shadowclan]

Silverwing

Age:28 Moons
Gender:She-cat
Rank:Queen
Clan:Shadowclan
Short Description:Slender silver tabby she-cat, pale green eyes.

Appearance:
Slender, long-legged quite a beautiful she-cat in the eyes of many. And if it wasn't for her snotty attitude many toms would have been interested in the pretty she-cat. She has a narrowed face, while her muzzle is long and pointed. Her eyes are often slitted due to her hate for the world.

If Silverwing were to be portrayed without any expression, her ears would be placed neatly at the top of her head, while they curve up into a pointed triangle. Her eyes would be described as the color of flower's pale, green stem.

Her fur consists of a light silver, while darker gray stripes seem to ripple throughout her body. White stripes also seem to pair up in unison, dancing from her forehead to her her tail tip with the darker stripes. Her nose is a delicate pink, while her whiskers seem to glow as the snow in the sunlight.

Her paws are small and dainty, while her claws stick out like a black cat on a snowy day. They're long, curved and a clear, misty color. Her legs meet up nicely with her small, jutting shoulders. While the only muscle found on her body forms on the springs of her legs.

Personality:
As portrayed above Silverwing isn't the nicest cat, and now that she's placed in the nursery it doesn't help. At a young age she has been known for lashing out and retorting against her elders. She has never cared about any one's opinion in her life and doesn't think she ever will.

Snotty, rude, and annoying are a few choice words that others would describe her as. She always has to stick her nose into other cat's business, she always has to get her way no matter what. The only thing Silverwing seems to care about is her self, and nobody else.

Amongst being one of the most annoying cat's you've ever met she's also great at torturing kits, and pulling pranks on the older warriors. In the end she finds it all as one big joke and often gets punished.

When she's not being the meanest cat in Shadowclan she is often hanging out with her only 'friend'. Who isn't at all times even considered her friend. His name is Hawkstreak, he is also the father of her kits. When she's around him she feels as if she could easily make fun of him and know that when he makes fun of her it's also a joke.

As a queen she has been known for her ever changing moods, one moment she'd be quiet and bored, while the next she'd be challenging kits to battle royal, demanding that they better bow down or die. Yes Silverwing is a very peculiar cat.

History:
A puddle of blood, the sound of screams, her mother's tears. This is what replays in Silverwing's mind as she remembers her past. Her mother had been the gentle queen Dreamsong, while her father had been unknown. Many assumed he was of a different clan, or a simple rogue. A rogue that contained Silverwing's silvery coat, while her mother's rich black coat had passed down onto her sisters.

She had been born into a family of three, three girls, three stories, and only one survivor. Silverwing had been that survivor. Her sister's had been Aspenkit, and Glacierkit. Aspenkit had been named for her skinny body and long legs. While Glacierkit had been named for her strange, almost white eyes.

As they grew older they clambered about, Silverkit had been the one that often found herself running into trouble. While Glacierkit often stood back watching with mild amusement. Aspenkitkit on the other paw, had been the little brat that always ruined the fun, by tattling to their mother.

Silverkit had believed her life had been going good, in fact great but that wasn't until her nightmare began.

The shadows thickened, the ground felt as if it were spinning, in the distance a scream echoed across the darkened pit of hell. Silverkit cried out in despair, her kitten fur bristled in the darkness. There was no light. The scream continued onwards.

"Mother!" She screeched in fear as the darkness surrounded her she suddenly felt sharp teeth pierce her neck. With a screech her eyes flew open, but she wished they'd never had. She had been lifted from the ground, the scent smelled familar, as familiar as her and her sisters.

She tried to look away how she tried but she couldn't pry her eyes ways from the blood stained fur of her beautiful mother's black pelt. Her sister's laid in a strangled heap besides her. Suddenly she knew her turn would be next, with a strong kick she she was able to wriggle free.

With a grunt her pursuer chased after her for a few steps before stopping, his eyes boring into her silver pelt. A shiver swirled up Silverkit's spine as she ran, ran for her life, ran for her mother, ran for everyone she held dear. But something made her turn around and she did. Skidding to a halt she whipped around, there stood the largest tom she ever laid eyes on.

He wore her silvery pelt, he wore her leaf green gaze. He was her, in a different form. "Father." she choked out the words. She knew it was him, she knew it was him. Her father that murderous rogue that killed everything Silverkit held dear. And he stared right back at her..

Since then Silverkit grew up rude and cold. Only living to please herself, for she once tried to please others but in the end they got killed. So instead of risking others lives she'd only risk her own.

When she became a warrior she had met him, a stupid, worthless warrior tom. His name was Hawkstreak he was the most immature warrior on the planet. But something inside him made Slverwing scream every time he teased her, every time he called her 'mouse-brain'.

It was too late for the pair when they realized they were in love. When the time was right Silverwing told that stupid tom he would father her stupid kits. And he choked.

-Hawkstreak of Shadowclan