Silverstorm {{Shadowclan}}

Silverstorm
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Age: 97 moons
Gender: she-cat
Rank: Elder
Clan: Shadowclan
Short Description: Senile long-haired grey she-cat with pale yellow eyes

Appearance:

By far, Silverstorm is not the prettiest she-cat in the clans. Her long silver fur get easily get matted and she doesn’t have the patience or want to untangle it although she doesn’t mind of there is a warrior or apprentice who would do it for her. There are dark random spots that cover her sides and back and then what looks like tabby markings on her legs of the same color. Sometimes cats think this is dirt and will help her clean and clean her fur only to have her laugh at them.

Silverstorm has this section of fur that goes around her neck that makes her look like she has a white mane. Many cats remember when it was silver and made her look bountiful (if you get what I mean) but now it gives away her age since it has slowly become a white cloud. She still holds her pride in this feature though.

Her eyes, along with everyone else have faded but they still stick out in the dead of night when the light catches it the right way. They also are the doors to the real Silverstorm if you are lucky enough to look in them long enough to actually read the emotion being shown. However, most of the time they are hidden behind closed lid as she seems to be “deep in thought” (aka: asleep).

Personality:

Silverstorm is your common old senile tempered cat. It is rare that many cats see her in a really good mood due to the “awful conditions that the clan leader makes the honored residents of Shadowclan live in”. She thinks very highly of herself however and believes herself higher in ranking than that even of the leader. She means nothing by it; she just wishes to have respect where it is due.

One of the few times that you will ever see this she-cat in a good mood is after a cat comes to her for advice on how to teach an apprentice or after the leader asks for some advice about the clan. On moments like these are the ideal times to come in and ask her how she is doing. She will generally be more willing to talk about her time as a warrior than just whenever another cat wants to hear a story.

One feeling that many cats see, but never dare comment on, is the fact that Silverstorm always looks heartbroken. Even when she is around her clan, she always has this sad look on her face which usually makes her irritable as she thinks that every cat judges her on it. However, this only makes other cats feel sorry for her at times.

History:

Silverkit was the only kit born to the two young shadowclan warriors, Basilsong (grey and white she-cat with green eyes) and Briarfang (abnormally large tabby tom with yellow eyes). Although she was the only kit in her litter, there were other kits to play with like Badgerkit (Black and white tom), Foxkit (rusty orange tom) and Mousekit (small brown she-cat) that were all kits to Basilsong’s friend Quivertail. As moons passed all the kits grew in size and in their personalities. Many cats noticed Silverkit’s gentle and caring nature, but also recognized her determination to become a great warrior.

One night the kits, wishing to have a small adventure, snuck out of the nursery and the camp to do a little exploring. Silverkit and Mousekit were hesitant about going but when Foxkit began making fun of them they quickly tagged along wanting to prove they weren’t scared. However, they didn’t know they were being watched.

”come on you two, you’re acting like a bunch of kits,” called Foxkit over his shoulder.
”Foxkit, we are kits,” muttered Badgerkit rolling his eyes at his brother.
Mousekit and Silverkit stayed side by side watching the shadows and trees around them nervously. Silverkit knew this had been a bad idea. However, as the boys pulled ahead she urged Mousekit to go a little faster. Mousekit had stopped looking over her shoulder with wide eyes. Silverkit followed her gaze and froze seeing a huge feathered figure come out of nowhere.
”Mousekit! Silverkit! Run!” called out Badgerkit.
Both she-kits took off toward the two toms as the owl dove at them with talons extended. Silverkit saw that Foxkit was frozen on the spot but Badgerkit bowled her over letting out a cry as a talon caught his ear. However, the owl had gotten Mousekit who had been unprotected and flew off into the night.
”Badgerkit! Foxkit!”
The screeched fell on helpless ears as all three kits stared into the starless night.

The kits apprentice ceremony was put off for another moon as punishment, but all the kits felt awful for what had happened. Silverkit kept thinking of what she could have done to save her friend. Badgerkit and Foxkit worried she was being too hard on herself, saying they were to blame for going out in the first place. But as it always did and will do, time moved on and the pain became less and less

A few moons later the kits were finally given their apprentice names and assigned warriors to train under. Silverpaw was assigned to Flame-eye, an albino tom who wanted nothing to do with her or the clan for that matter. Badgerpaw, who had become quite close to Silverpaw since Mousekit’s death, had received Briarfang as his mentor and since Silverpaw got little to no training helped her. Silverpaw was glad for the help but worried that Flame-eye would never allow her to become a warrior. In his eyes she was never good enough: too kind, too willing to help others and too weak. Foxpaw, who had received Lilyfrost, a tough she-cat with a bite of an attitude, as his mentor talked to her upon Badgerpaw’s request to try to get her head up.

Over many moons Silverpaw and Foxpaw got really close. Once they were fourteen moons they both received their warrior names as well as Badgerpaw. Silverpaw became known as Silverflower, for her kind heart; Foxpaw became Foxfur, for his distinct coating; and Badgerpaw became Badgerfleet, for his speed and quick mind. After their vigil Silverflower saw Badgerfleet coming to talk to her but Foxfur cut him off, boasting that a great warrior like himself should have an equally great mate. Flushed and caught off guard, Silverfower accepted and soon they did everything together.

Only after a few moons did Silverflower find out that she was pregnant with kits. She never expeted it to be so soon, but she was happy as long as Foxfur was happy. Badgefleet, however, expressed some worries.

”Silverflower, I don’t know if you are ready for this,” he mewed softly as they walked below the pine trees.
”Of course I’m nervous, Badgerfleet, but I think I’ll be ready. And Foxfur is really excited,” she mewed happily.
Badgerfleet grew really quiet but kept walking. Silverflower could see something was bothering him. She moved over and playfully nudged him. He gave her a weak smile and quietly led her back to camp.
”does he love you?” he asked suddenly.
Silverflower stopped startled and just stared at him, not believing he had just asked her that. He just watched her then walked into the camp.
”Of course he does!” she yowled after the tom suddenly angered, ”I know he does!”

However, she soon learned she was wrong. When she finally had the kits she learned they were still born and the Medicine cat informed her that due to the problems she had giving birth that she would never be able to have kits. Out of disgust, Foxfur left Silverflower now leaving her with dead kits and mateless. Badgerfleet had also quit talking to her. A few moons later to ass to the pain, her parents passed away of greencough now leaving Silverflower completely alone. This is when everyone noticed the change in her demeanor.

Silverflower became one of the toughest mentors, worse than Foxfur or her own, rarely giving praise and beating up more on the apprentices than helping them. She never got to a point that injuries were life threatening, but apprentices would come back being exhausted or complaining about sore muscles. No one tried to change her though since she made great warriors like (will fill in once I get cats).

Although she hid it well, Silverflower was still in a lot of pain. Many nights she would go out into the territory and cry herself to sleep and then return claiming she had been on a hunt. After many moons and many nights of restless sleep she finally approached the leader as she neared the time of becoming an elder.

You want to do what?” asked Fernstar not believing his ears.
”I want you to change my name and send me on a quest to the CarrionPlace,” she said calmly.
”That is a suicide mission, Silverflower. I’m not sending you out there when there are cats here that care-“
”Don’t’ give me that mouse-brained nonsense, Fernstar!” she yowled angrily, ”I have no one! So just give me the dignity and let me die for my clan!”
The leader was quiet for a minute just watching the she-cat in front of him. Silverflower knew what he would say even before the words left his mouth.
”I cannot do that, Silverflower. You will stay here and your name will remain the same,” he mewed firmly.

The leader out of worry for the she-cat placed Badgerfleet and Foxfur sort of as guards, in hopes they would be able to get their old friend back to normal. Foxfur refused to say a word to her, but Badgerfleet tried, however, Silverflower remained unresponsive. One night when Badger Fleet and Foxfur fell asleep, she quietly snuck out of the cam and headed toward the CarrionPlace. Unpon reaching it she soon realized it was a mistake. Wandering around she got herself lost.

Before she knew it rats were coming from everywhere and trapped her in a corner. She turned wide eyes and faced her doom as the rats surged forward. Suddenly Badgerfleet and Foxfur jumped out of the shadows and rushed the rats head on. Silverflower watched horrified as the rats tore up her once good friends. Then something side her clicked. She had never been alone. Foxfur and Badgerfleet had always been right there with her. With this new found vigor she yowled and joined her clanmates in the battle.

Although the cats scattered, the warriors didn’t get away unscathed. Foxfur had several deep wounds on his neck and side while Badgerfleet was bleeding from scratches to his eyes and ears. Silverflower received her own wounds, a bite taken out of her shoulder and a notch taken out of her ear. Warrior came and retrieved them and the medicine cat did their best to help. Sadly, nothing could be done for Foxfur and he passed away. Silverflower sat beside Badgerfleet and comforted him as he said goodbye to his last family member.

About a moon later the leader called the clan together and announced that he was going to retire Badgerfleet and Silverflower as Elders. Both of their wounds had hurt their warrior performance but they were still honorary members of the clan. However, the leader had one surprise still that changed Silverflower’s life forever.

”Silverflower, can you please come forward?” he asked watching her.
Silverflower looked confused but with a small nod she stepped forward and listened intently for what the clan leader was about to say.
"Spirits of StarClan, you know every cat by name. I ask you now to take away the name from the cat you see before you, for it no longer stands for what she is. By my authority as clan leader, and with the approval of our warrior ancestors, I give this cat a new name. From this moment on she will be known as Silverstorm, for while she still has a caring heart, she has proven herself worth as a brave clanmate, willing to give up her life for the sake of her clan and her friends."
The leader bounded down and gently touched her head. Silverstorm quietly licked his shoulder whispering a thanks as the clan began chanting her new name.

Since then Silverstorm has lived in the elder den with her Best friend Badgerfleet. She may not be the easiest cat to get along with as her temper still flares for moons of practice, but she still believes in her clanmates that the future of the clan will be strong.