Post by Rose on Jan 27, 2009 18:12:07 GMT -8
Name: Silversmoke
Age: 64 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Senior warrior
Clan: Dawnclan
Apprentice/Mentor: None
Appearance: This tom is very large, his frame bulky yet flexible. He was built more for guarding and fighting than hunting and running. His fur is the color grey, but the shades vary. Around his upper chest, paws, and the underside of his tail is an almost silver white. The fur itself is long and thick, and always untidy. He always looks like he just woke up. His whiskers are short, and are white/silver. His ears are slightly round, like his eyes, but wide. His eyes themselves are a pale green.
Voice: His voice is deep and rough, like the sound of thunder. However, it is wise and thoughtful; kind at all times and almost never angry.
Battle: Silversmoke is quite skilled when battling. He can easily hide within the forest, ambushing his enemies before they have too much time to react. He doesn't like to run around them in circles, and uses his weight to his advantage.
Personality: Quiet and calm, Silversmoke is a wise fellow who doesn't approve too much of cats that are loud constantly and gossip. He won't talk much, though will eagerly engage a lonely apprentice or two in conversation from time to time. Even when he's patrolling, he sees no real reason to attack without knowing the details. Never acts too rashly. Silversmoke is truly a loyal friend and advisor to go to in desperate needs. He protects all whom lay within his Clan, whether it's the meanest elder or the weakest kit. Would happily give his life in place of another's. However, he does become distant at times, gazing off into the unknown. When asked about this, he avoids the subject like nothing ever happened.
History: Silverkit was born to Flowerheart and Thunderclaw many moons ago. He was the only one in his litter, for his parents were very old. He was the last litter they ever had. He had an older brother, Foxpaw, whom he liked to play with in the mornings or when Foxpaw wasn't busy. Nothing really happened to him as a kit, so when Foxpaw was made a warrior, Silverkit was made an apprentice.
Silverpaw was apprenticed to an older warrior tom by the name of Aspentree. The tom was gentle, yet stern, so Silverpaw went out almost every day for training. Tragedy struck, however, when a few kits wandered off. They were at the Thunderpath when a patrol, led by Foxpelt, found them. Foxpelt ran onto the Thunderpath and pushed the kits out of the way, only to be hit himself. He died instantly of a broken neck.
By this time, both of Silverpaw's parents had passed on due to old age, so he was heartbroken by his brother's death. For several days the apprentice stayed in the medicine cat's den, refusing to eat or drink anything. It was only his mentor, a cat that had grown close to the wise apprentice, dragging him out in the middle of the night for training that had eventually helped him heal.
Doing his best to keep up with his training and his grief, Silverpaw continued to mourn his sibilings, but didn't let it get in the way. Seven moons after being made an apprentice, Silverpaw was given the name Silversmoke. Recently his mentor passed away, but he knew that it was the right time. He was sad, but didn't let it crush him.
Family:
Thunderclaw-Father-Deceased
Flowerheart-Mother-Deceased
Foxpelt-Older brother-Deceased
SW:
All was quiet that summer night when a large tom, hidden in the dark by his grey pelt, padded into the edge of the forest. He looked back and forth, but could see nothing or hear anything. Advancing forward slightly, he placed one paw on the hard but cool surface of the Thunderpath. Sadness shined in his eyes as he slowly bowed his head. For a few moments he stood there, being bothered by nothing. This was a time for him that was important. He knew this spot well. Too well, he would say at times. A cat had passed away here, one that was close to him. A red-pelted tom with a sly grin like a fox. Foxpelt. His brother.
Letting out a sigh, the tom rose his head and gazed upward into the starry expanse. After a heartbeat or two he shifted his gaze and headed back into the forest, leaving no trace he had ever been there.
Other: Nothing really, but I am looking for someone willing to be related to him.
