Silversplash | RiverClan | Warrior[WIP]

NAME HERE: Silversplash
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Age: 24 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RiverClan
Short Description: Silver tabby she-cat with green eyes

Appearance:

Sometimes Silversplash finds herself wondering what her parents looked like. Did her mother have light gray/silver fur? What about tabby stripes? Did her father have short fur, like herself, or long fur like her sister? Did one of them have green eyes, or did she inherit that from a grandparent? Not that she'll ever know for sure. The closest she'll ever get is looking at her siblings and picking out similarities and differences.

For example, their tabby marks. Minnowshine was the only one of the three without the distinct stripes that line the pelts of both Silversplash and Rowanwhisker. She was also, however, the only one that had long fur. If they were in any Clan other than RiverClan, it would have

Personality:

Positive: Protective, Loving, Lighthearted, Take Charge

Negative: Possessive, Suspicious,

History:

Before Life

Honeystep and Frostjaw of WindClan grew up together. They were first kits together, then apprentices, and again as warriors. They'd been smitten with each other as apprentices and finally sealed the deal once they got their warrior names. At first, everyone seemed wonderful. To Honeystep, at least. She had a mate she loves and she thought loved her, they'd won a battle with ThunderClan, and the Clan was healthy and well fed! What could go wrong?

Everything. Honeystep found herself with kits. She was ecstatic at the news; she'd always wanted kits! Frostjaw? Not so much. He didn't even like kits, why would he want a bunch of mewling, helpless furballs scrambling around him? Frostjaw did everything he could to drive Honeystep away, even going as far as to accuse her of cheating on him and calling the resulting children his. When he did as much mental damage to his former mate as he could have done, he left the Clan to join ShadowClan.

Heartbroken was the only word to describe Honeystep. She couldn't bear any reminder of the way life had been before, and so, when they were born, left her three kits on the border with RiverClan.

Kit

They were found by a RiverClan hunting patrol, wailing loud enough to being the whole forest to them. They were lucky a fox hadn't happened upon them! A warrior each carried them by their scruff to the camp, where they were taken in by a queen that had just recently lost her own kits. As no cat knew where they came from or who their parents were, it was decided they'd be raised as RiverClan kits.

Their foster mother was an elderly queen named Tigerthorn. She was getting up their in moons, and her sole biological kit had been born sickly. Perhaps it was a sign from StarClan that this kit died when the motherless ones had been brought in. Since she was the only queen without kits, she took them in under the condition that they not be told they weren't RiverClan-born. She wanted to raise the kits without them doubting their place.

Silverkit was named for her silver pelt. Rowankit was named for his ginger pelt. And Minnowkit was named because she was the runt of the litter, smaller than either her brother or her sister. From the first time she opened her eyes, Silverkit was protective of her siblings. She wouldn't let anyone she didn't recognize by scent or name near them, scowling and watching the strangers until they either went away or introduced themselves. It took more than that to gain Silverkit's trust, though.

Tigerthorn thought it was adorable, and always praised Silverkit. She told her that, since she was the eldest of the litter, it was her duty to protect her younger siblings. Silverkit always believed her, never seeing the flash of unease in Tigerthorn's eyes. Tigerthorn was guessing on birth order, never knowing she'd actually gotten it right.

Aside from Tigerthorn, there was one other warrior in RiverClan that Silverkit liked, and that was Ashfeather. He was a silver tabby, just like her. So when he claimed to be their father, she believed him. Ashfeather and Tigerthorn were good parents, never holding their kits' unknown origins against them. Silverkit loved them, never having anything to complain about.

When the time came to become apprentices, she was almost reluctant. It would mean that her siblings and parents would need her less. But Silverkit became Silverpaw without incident and with her head held high.

Apprentice

Willowstep was a pale gray she-cat that lived up to her name. Her build was slender and willowy, like the branches of the tree. The first thing she taught young Silverpaw was to swim, using a part of the river that was known for being slow and sluggish. It was the perfect place to teach new apprentices the most vital skill of RiverClan. Willowstep wasn't sure if her apprentice would have same instincts, considering her heritage, but didn't voice her doubts.

They were unfounded. Silverpaw took to the river like a fish, seeming to already know just where to place her paws. She could hold her breath underwater for longer than even some of the warriors, and