Silverflower~ThunderClan

[Silverflower]
[a white ductile metal with a very lustrous quality; a shiny, light gray hue / a plant cultivated for its beautiful fragrant blossoms]

[she-cat]
[ThunderClan]
[21 moons]
[Warrior]

____________[LOOKS]

Silverflower's pelt is not gray, but light and radiant silver. It catches the sun and sparkles just as the rich mineral does. Of medium length, her coat is not close-cut or long and flowing but is medium length and embraces and accentuates her graceful yet muscular frame. The fur is thick and luxurious.
Her eyes differ in color, which is unnatural for a cat with anything but a pure white pelt. One is liquid sky blue and captures the bright expanse of sky overhead, with flecks of cloud-like white. The other eye is warm grass green like the first blades of Newleaf.
Silverflower's legs and tail are long and slender like her statuesque body. The paws that bud at the end of each limb are small, neat, and very light gray in color. They retract to hide long, slashing claws which would be the least likely thing to find on such a beautiful cat. Her whiskers are short and curl to frame her lower jaw. To top off this lovely creation, her ears perk attentively and swivel at the slightest mouse-step on moist ground.
Though many battles are in her memory and many a time a death blow was willed her way, she is not heavily scarred. Not scarred at all actually, and this is thanks to her agility and cunning. When pinned to the ground, her technique is to thrash violently so as to upset her attacker, so they never get to land a blow. Also, she throws her lightweight body on the backs of enemies and claws madly, but only because it is necessary. She is impressed by toms' show of their battle scars, but doesn't think it pretty to show off a set of her own.

by Moony

____________[PERSONA]

Silverflower's temperament is tranquil and happy. She hates to feel melancholy as well as seeing other cats the same way, so she is typically cheery. Silverflower feels she has had too sad a past to let it linger on and grow on her soul, so she lives and loves life to the fullest. She wishes she could teach other cats this lesson so they wouldn't get so wrapped up in their sorrows which come along from time to time. (though more frequent depending on which cat is in question) She is also warm-hearted and always with good intentions, though sometimes they aren't apparent. But despite her compassionate persona, she fulfills her warrior duties to ThunderClan because nothing exists that is more important. And though every innocent life deserves to keep on living, cats must eat and so Silverflower hunts solemnly and with no more vigor than necessary. She battles solely for ThunderClan and its noble causes' sake, yet ferociously, but gets no enjoyment from fighting like her Clanmates and most toms. She doesn't pick fights over some miscued comment coming out of an angered cat's mouth, because mistakes happen, and not all cats have good intentions like her, which she understands. However, Silverflower argues when need be, like in defense of the weaker and in self-defense. She is young, but her judgement is fair. She tries to see the world from other cats' points of view, however different from hers they may be. Typical of ThunderClan, Silverflower obeys rules but bends them when the times are desperate. She holds her Clan to the highest regards and respects all other Clans as well, but would sacrifice her life for any one member of ThunderClan.

____________[HISTORY]

Silverflower's parents were the victims of an unfortunate disease- true love. Her father was the ThunderClan deputy Thornwind and her mother was the beautiful warrior Grayrose. The two cats had known each other since kithood and had shown strong emotion towards each other since. It was common knowledge, and once Grayrose announced that she was pregnant with Thornwind's kits, no one was surprised, but everyone rejoiced.
The birth came, and two kits were born- Silverkit, who was already deemed Silverflower because of the strong resemblance to her mother, and Cedarkit, a dusky brown tabby like Thornwind. Silverkit and Cedarkit grew up together and loved one another- they were adorable playmates and trusted each other like kin should as apprentices. In fact, as soon as Cedarkit was grown and had an apprentice, he was guaranteed a position as deputy. And Silverkit was going to be a promising warrior.
Cedarpaw and Silverpaw were apprenticed together, like they did everything else. But tradgedy was bound to strike such a perfect time in their lives. Cedarpaw, who was out on a patrol with his mentor Liongaze, didn't scent carefully enough and stumbled into a badger den. They fought bravely and with all their strength, but the badger was a new mother and thus fiercely protective of her cubs. Both toms bolted back to ThunderClan camp, a gorey sight, but their was nothing the poor medicine cat could do. They were too badly injured.
Silverpaw and her aggrieved parents mourned for moons, and Silverpaw was one of the cats to hold vigil for her brother, naturally. Sitting beside his cold, bloody body was where her perpetually happy soul learned grief; more than any cat should have to endure. She was scarred for life, and her brother's memory never left her conscience or showed signs of fading. He should have been made a warrior right beside her, like always. He should've grown and matured with her, and he should have been close to her future kits. He should have mated and had kits of his own!
Time passed, and Thornwind died. Grayrose followed shortly after. The two died merely of old age- they were elders at the time. Of course, they were sorely missed. Silverpaw grieved again, but not the same as she did for Cedarpaw. Her parents had fulfilled all their dreams and accomplished all they could, but Cedarpaw had barely come close. The day her parents were buried, she swore she'd do all she could to make sure Cedarpaw's memory wouldn't be lost.
Silverpaw was made a warrior one bright autumn day. Of course, she was dubbed Silverflower. And instead of feeling grief and sorrow on the most important day of her life, she felt pride. It swelled and filled every sorrowful crevice of her body- she could feel Cedarpaw's presence. Until that day, a shadow of guilt had grown on her heart, but now it was cleared. She was accepted as a full-fledged warrior of ThunderClan.

____________[IC]

Do I need this?

____________[FAMILY]

GRANDPARENTS: Lunarfire - Pansypetal Treefoot - Moonwind
PARENTS: Thornwind - Grayrose
SIBLINGS/ SELF: Cedarpaw & Silverflower

____________[PASSWORD]

Antediluvian