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kinda worried their story has too much going on, but do you ever think about how much it probably fucks some of them up when they have to kill????? :0

god i forget how bad i am at writing histories l o l

Character
Name: Silverkit | Silverpaw | Silverslip
[Silver] - For their white and grey fur color
[Slip] - they have a habit of slipping away unnoticed, despite their bright coloration
Clan: Shadowclan
Age: 37 Moons
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Agender (they/them/theirs)
Appearance details: An average sized white theycat with light grey coloration down their spine and a single dark grey spot on the left side of their chin. They have sectoral heterochromia going from a bright amber to a blue. They have a thick coat with medium to long length fur and a stumpy tail.

History

Kithood

Silverkit was born in Shadowclan, though unlike most kits, they only knew their mother, Twigpounce. Though the kit didn't particularly care, so long as their mother was around, rumors were flying and likely wouldn't stop for some time. Silverkit was particularly calm for a kit, though that didn't stop their odd behaviors and how they'd much rather listen to the elders, warriors, and medicine cat's stories than wrestle with their littermates. Many times, Twigpounce would proudly proclaim that Silverkit would become the next medicine cat, with how they would wander into the den and constantly ask what was happening. Things were a bit odd, with the question of who their father was hanging about, but nothing would arise to cause them all trouble. Silverkit grew up just like the others, no matter the weird looks they would get from some warriors.

Apprenticeship

Upon becoming an apprentice, Silverpaw did not ask to join the medicine cats. No, they were fine being a warrior. Yes, they were sure. They were quite satisfied with Willowshade as their mentor, even if the older she-cat was known for being a bit tough on her apprentices. Silverpaw wasn't a fan of the work, but they didn't like the responsibility being a medicine cat would put on them. That was far too stressful for them. They felt satisfied just helping catch prey in times of need, especially with the praise Willowshade would give them for accomplishing an assigned task.

They began to settle into the life, feeling a bit more at home in the apprentices den than before, up until Twigpounce disappeared one day. Silverpaw didn't even have to go out of their way to ask what was happening or why, it was the talk all around camp. She had run off with a tom from Windclan, away from the territories and clan life. Silverpaw wondered if that was their father, and couldn't help the distress that rose in them. Their mother would rather run off with a tom that she supposedly rarely got to see than be with the family she created. They weren't sure how to process what happened fully, and wondered if this was a result of how things were run. If they could have been together, then she would never have left them, right? Are others unhappy like this? What happens when you have to fight friends in other clans? They never knew what to say or how to act on these feelings, but they were sprouting, and never fully left by the time Silverpaw had their ceremony.

Warriorhood

Silverslip couldn't help but feel amused at their name, knowing Willowshade likely helped pick it out. With all the times they snuck away from some lessons and, sure, had their ceremony a bit later than their siblings, it was a bit funny. They could appreciate it. Even if others thought them odd or worried for their loyalty because of their mother, it didn't matter. Silverslip didn't care for their opinions, they couldn't with how proudly Willowshade looked to them. No, they were happy without the approval of everyone.

It was a border skirmish, nothing too drasitic at first. Silverslip had never gotten into a fight like this before, lucky enough to have born in a time of relative peace. They don't fully remember what happened, it was much more chaotic than any spar could prepare them for. Their tail hurt after managing to slip away from a battle with a larger cat, their balance felt off. A loud tabby cat- an older apprentice? A young warrior like them? They didn't know- approached them and attacked. They fought back, of course they did, they lashed out and kicked and tried to survive. Of course they did, why wouldn't they? They don't go out of their way to try to kill others, far from it. But the other cat lunged, so they struck out to try and avoid being taken down. Wouldn't anyone else do the same? They hadn't intended to slash the other's throat open so heavily, they panicked. The battle ended, they couldn't erase the sight of their paws stained bright red out of their head. It was much different than catching prey. Is this how everyone felt when they first killed another? How did anyone deal with this?

Their tail didn't survive the injuries sustained- nearly bit off, the medicine cat had told them. They would have to live with a stumpier tail. It was a small price to pay for the life of another cat, Silverslip thought. They had to stay in the medicine cat's den for some time to avoid infection, but they would recover just fine, physically. They wondered if there was a better alternative to their system if lives could be taken so easily. Things were so easily tense. Hell, depending on who that cat was, Silverslip could have started some long term conflict there. How stupid, to all split apart and constantly compete with each other to survive. Wouldn't it be better to all help each other? Wouldn't it make more sense to put aside petty pride and ancestory ideals, rather than killing each other because they needed to fight over resources the other wanted? It was all rather self destructive, in Silverslip's eyes. They all fought enough that everyone needed to be trained to take the life of another. They wouldn't go spouting all of this off to everyone else, of course, but Silverslip would not pretend to agree with everything others chose to do. They could not condone the senseless killing of other cats over several tail lengths of woods.

Nothing particularly changed until Silverslip began to have strange dreams. At first, they thought they were being haunted by the visions of a loud tabby cat, telling them the clan needed to leave. With how the lake was drying, it would be impossible to stay. They didn't say anything to anyone at first, but when they began losing sleep over it, watching other cats starve or fall ill, they confessed to what was happening. They didn't fully believe it was a prophecy until the following gathering proved that other cats were having similar dreams. Ah. That complicated things.

The Journey

Silverslip didn't particularly enjoy recieving messages from Starclan, knowing it was the same tabby that kept coming to them. Stonewhisper was their name, they learned. It was awkward, and Silverslip wondered why Starclan waited as long as they did to say something. Nonetheless, they had a job to do and cats to guide to a safe path. They took things slow and steady, fretting over how many lives now rested on their shoulders. They had no choice but to rely on Stonewhisper as the two spoke, until they began fading. It felt like trying to speak from far away, then like it was through water. Silverslip wondered what it meant, as the cat who's life they took slowly drifted away. Their unease didn't disappear until the seemingly endless mountains finally gave way to somewhere this could all finally end.

The Fjords

Upon Shadowclan settling in the valley, Silverslip finally rested, their duty fulfilled. They did what they had to, and now things could settle into a semblance of peace. Though the fogginess of their last dream with Stonewhisper weighed heavily on their mind, Silverslip would consider that in the times to come.

About

Personality:

+ Affectionate, Laid back, Adaptable
> Blunt, Strong willed, Quiet, Logical
- Skeptical, Stoic, Sarcastic, Disloyal

+ Affectionate - Though they may not vocalize it as frequently, Silverslip very much enjoys gestures and physical ways of showing their loved ones that they care. They try not to be too over the top with it, and does prefer more private displays of love.

+ Laid Back - Though opinionated, they don't find themself being too much of a stickler for rules, nor do they find themself to be nearly as energetic as many of the other cats around. They prefer to go at their own pace and deal with things as they come.

+ Adaptable - Due to taking things as they come, Silverslip has grown to be very adaptable in the moment and is very good at dealing with sudden changes. They're a resourceful individual and usually find some way to deal with challenges that come their way.

> Blunt - You can always expect them to speak their mind, even if it isn't particularly the nicest thing to say. They don't pull punches with their thoughts, and can be a bit crass with their deliveries. At least you generally know what's on their mind when they speak up.

> Strong Willed - Silverslip has their opinions and generally sticks by them. It's not easy to change their mind, and they rarely bend to anothers will if they disagree.

> Quiet - Despite their strong opionions and bluntness, Silverslip doesn't usually raise their voice or draw attention to themself willingly. If engaged they'll speak their mind, but otherwise tends to keep to themself. They also do not have a very loud speaking voice.

> Logical - While they do have many emotions, Silverslip would rather rely on tangible evidence and logic to make decisions. They have difficulties with things that cannot be explained.

- Skeptical - They're a very cynical individual, and take everything with a grain of salt until proven. They don't like when others follow things blindly, and are fairly open about that. They can come across as rude as a result of this.

- Stoic - Silverslip doesn't outwardly express much beyond blatantly stating their viewpoints. They have their own ways of showing how they feel, even if it's unconventional at times. They don't often make others known of their discomforts, and prefer to endure it without help from others. Though none of these are inherently bad, they have a habit of keeping things to themeslf and won't go out of their way to tell others how they're feeling, leading to many awkward circumstances or falling outs.

- Sarcastic - When it comes to things they don't agree with, Silverslip can become condescending, despite the repricussions. While they try not to do or say anything to get them in massive trouble, they have upset others on many occasions for their beliefs.

- Disloyal - Silverslip has trust issues, and doesn't enjoy tethering themself to one thing or person out of fear of abandonment or betrayal. As a result they're often not fully loyal themself, and tend not to keep or make promises.

Likes: Staying in the shade, Hiding in bushes, Questioning authority, Spending time quietly with friends, Catching snakes, Observing others, Staring at others to weird them out

Dislikes: Bright lights, Bananas, Snow, Those who do not think for themselves, Fighting, Training in general, The smell of tree sap

Other Information:

- Is not close to their littermates, due to clashing ideals and difficulties with each others personalities
- Doesn't like the attention given to them by both starclan and the rest of shadowclan as a result
- fu zz y

Relationships
Orientation: Any, has no particular preference besides girls pretty
Looking for: Not particularly looking. Not opposed either.
Ideal Relationship and Traits: Would probably just want someone who doesn't think they're weird or mind their viewpoints?? Unsure otherwise.

Mentor: Willowshade
Apprentice: tba
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Ex-Mate/s: N/A
Kin:
Mother - Twigpounce
Father - Snowpelt
Littermates - Frostface, Heavystep

Roleplay

It was dusk, barely dark enough out to catch glimpses of stars outside of the cloudcover. Witherwing had lost track of where they all were, besides far away from the lake. Everything was mountains, rocks, and cliffsides, unfamiliar and threatening. It had gotten chilly out, and with everyone resting for the night there were bunches of cats everywhere, while the sick did their best to stay far enough away so they didn't infect anyone else. As medicine cat, Witherwing took it up as their duty to remain around them and give whatever herbs they could find to soothe them.

This night, they stayed by Mellowtrot's side, promising Thistlebreath and Houndmouth that they'd rest. They almost wished they could. They were too preoccupied to really rest, and rather spent their time trying to comfort their sick friend. This was technically resting and they could prove it when they weren't busy. Mellowtrot's breaths came out labored as they lay limp, head on Witherwing's paws, bodies pressed together. Witherwing wondered if it was a bit too intimate for a medicine cat, as they gently groomed the other, repeatedly licking the other's forehead. Fuck it, they should be allowed this if their friend was really dying. It's not like they planned to take things any further, anyways.

Witherwing would stay up all night to be sure the sick cats would get through the night, though they'd be reluctant to leave Mellowtrot's side. They had a job to do if anyone's condition worsened, so they'd do it. It was only moments later that they noticed a faint rumbling coming from Mellowtrot, and they briefly paused their care. The sick cat was purring, bright amber eyes gazing wistfully ahead. Witherwing felt something in their chest tighten, unsure if this was their friend trying to comfort them, or to ease themself. They didn't ask, but responded with purrs of their own, hoping to soothe someone in that moment.

Preferred methods: Discord, Forum (i'll have to get used to it), Google docs

Description

kinda worried their story has too much going on, but do you ever think about how much it probably fucks some of them up when they have to kill????? :0

god i forget how bad i am at writing histories l o l

Character
Name: Silverkit | Silverpaw | Silverslip
[Silver] - For their white and grey fur color
[Slip] - they have a habit of slipping away unnoticed, despite their bright coloration
Clan: Shadowclan
Age: 37 Moons
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Agender (they/them/theirs)
Appearance details: An average sized white theycat with light grey coloration down their spine and a single dark grey spot on the left side of their chin. They have sectoral heterochromia going from a bright amber to a blue. They have a thick coat with medium to long length fur and a stumpy tail.

History

Kithood

Silverkit was born in Shadowclan, though unlike most kits, they only knew their mother, Twigpounce. Though the kit didn't particularly care, so long as their mother was around, rumors were flying and likely wouldn't stop for some time. Silverkit was particularly calm for a kit, though that didn't stop their odd behaviors and how they'd much rather listen to the elders, warriors, and medicine cat's stories than wrestle with their littermates. Many times, Twigpounce would proudly proclaim that Silverkit would become the next medicine cat, with how they would wander into the den and constantly ask what was happening. Things were a bit odd, with the question of who their father was hanging about, but nothing would arise to cause them all trouble. Silverkit grew up just like the others, no matter the weird looks they would get from some warriors.

Apprenticeship

Upon becoming an apprentice, Silverpaw did not ask to join the medicine cats. No, they were fine being a warrior. Yes, they were sure. They were quite satisfied with Willowshade as their mentor, even if the older she-cat was known for being a bit tough on her apprentices. Silverpaw wasn't a fan of the work, but they didn't like the responsibility being a medicine cat would put on them. That was far too stressful for them. They felt satisfied just helping catch prey in times of need, especially with the praise Willowshade would give them for accomplishing an assigned task.

They began to settle into the life, feeling a bit more at home in the apprentices den than before, up until Twigpounce disappeared one day. Silverpaw didn't even have to go out of their way to ask what was happening or why, it was the talk all around camp. She had run off with a tom from Windclan, away from the territories and clan life. Silverpaw wondered if that was their father, and couldn't help the distress that rose in them. Their mother would rather run off with a tom that she supposedly rarely got to see than be with the family she created. They weren't sure how to process what happened fully, and wondered if this was a result of how things were run. If they could have been together, then she would never have left them, right? Are others unhappy like this? What happens when you have to fight friends in other clans? They never knew what to say or how to act on these feelings, but they were sprouting, and never fully left by the time Silverpaw had their ceremony.

Warriorhood

Silverslip couldn't help but feel amused at their name, knowing Willowshade likely helped pick it out. With all the times they snuck away from some lessons and, sure, had their ceremony a bit later than their siblings, it was a bit funny. They could appreciate it. Even if others thought them odd or worried for their loyalty because of their mother, it didn't matter. Silverslip didn't care for their opinions, they couldn't with how proudly Willowshade looked to them. No, they were happy without the approval of everyone.

It was a border skirmish, nothing too drasitic at first. Silverslip had never gotten into a fight like this before, lucky enough to have born in a time of relative peace. They don't fully remember what happened, it was much more chaotic than any spar could prepare them for. Their tail hurt after managing to slip away from a battle with a larger cat, their balance felt off. A loud tabby cat- an older apprentice? A young warrior like them? They didn't know- approached them and attacked. They fought back, of course they did, they lashed out and kicked and tried to survive. Of course they did, why wouldn't they? They don't go out of their way to try to kill others, far from it. But the other cat lunged, so they struck out to try and avoid being taken down. Wouldn't anyone else do the same? They hadn't intended to slash the other's throat open so heavily, they panicked. The battle ended, they couldn't erase the sight of their paws stained bright red out of their head. It was much different than catching prey. Is this how everyone felt when they first killed another? How did anyone deal with this?

Their tail didn't survive the injuries sustained- nearly bit off, the medicine cat had told them. They would have to live with a stumpier tail. It was a small price to pay for the life of another cat, Silverslip thought. They had to stay in the medicine cat's den for some time to avoid infection, but they would recover just fine, physically. They wondered if there was a better alternative to their system if lives could be taken so easily. Things were so easily tense. Hell, depending on who that cat was, Silverslip could have started some long term conflict there. How stupid, to all split apart and constantly compete with each other to survive. Wouldn't it be better to all help each other? Wouldn't it make more sense to put aside petty pride and ancestory ideals, rather than killing each other because they needed to fight over resources the other wanted? It was all rather self destructive, in Silverslip's eyes. They all fought enough that everyone needed to be trained to take the life of another. They wouldn't go spouting all of this off to everyone else, of course, but Silverslip would not pretend to agree with everything others chose to do. They could not condone the senseless killing of other cats over several tail lengths of woods.

Nothing particularly changed until Silverslip began to have strange dreams. At first, they thought they were being haunted by the visions of a loud tabby cat, telling them the clan needed to leave. With how the lake was drying, it would be impossible to stay. They didn't say anything to anyone at first, but when they began losing sleep over it, watching other cats starve or fall ill, they confessed to what was happening. They didn't fully believe it was a prophecy until the following gathering proved that other cats were having similar dreams. Ah. That complicated things.

The Journey

Silverslip didn't particularly enjoy recieving messages from Starclan, knowing it was the same tabby that kept coming to them. Stonewhisper was their name, they learned. It was awkward, and Silverslip wondered why Starclan waited as long as they did to say something. Nonetheless, they had a job to do and cats to guide to a safe path. They took things slow and steady, fretting over how many lives now rested on their shoulders. They had no choice but to rely on Stonewhisper as the two spoke, until they began fading. It felt like trying to speak from far away, then like it was through water. Silverslip wondered what it meant, as the cat who's life they took slowly drifted away. Their unease didn't disappear until the seemingly endless mountains finally gave way to somewhere this could all finally end.

The Fjords

Upon Shadowclan settling in the valley, Silverslip finally rested, their duty fulfilled. They did what they had to, and now things could settle into a semblance of peace. Though the fogginess of their last dream with Stonewhisper weighed heavily on their mind, Silverslip would consider that in the times to come.

About

Personality:

+ Affectionate, Laid back, Adaptable
> Blunt, Strong willed, Quiet, Logical
- Skeptical, Stoic, Sarcastic, Disloyal

+ Affectionate - Though they may not vocalize it as frequently, Silverslip very much enjoys gestures and physical ways of showing their loved ones that they care. They try not to be too over the top with it, and does prefer more private displays of love.

+ Laid Back - Though opinionated, they don't find themself being too much of a stickler for rules, nor do they find themself to be nearly as energetic as many of the other cats around. They prefer to go at their own pace and deal with things as they come.

+ Adaptable - Due to taking things as they come, Silverslip has grown to be very adaptable in the moment and is very good at dealing with sudden changes. They're a resourceful individual and usually find some way to deal with challenges that come their way.

> Blunt - You can always expect them to speak their mind, even if it isn't particularly the nicest thing to say. They don't pull punches with their thoughts, and can be a bit crass with their deliveries. At least you generally know what's on their mind when they speak up.

> Strong Willed - Silverslip has their opinions and generally sticks by them. It's not easy to change their mind, and they rarely bend to anothers will if they disagree.

> Quiet - Despite their strong opionions and bluntness, Silverslip doesn't usually raise their voice or draw attention to themself willingly. If engaged they'll speak their mind, but otherwise tends to keep to themself. They also do not have a very loud speaking voice.

> Logical - While they do have many emotions, Silverslip would rather rely on tangible evidence and logic to make decisions. They have difficulties with things that cannot be explained.

- Skeptical - They're a very cynical individual, and take everything with a grain of salt until proven. They don't like when others follow things blindly, and are fairly open about that. They can come across as rude as a result of this.

- Stoic - Silverslip doesn't outwardly express much beyond blatantly stating their viewpoints. They have their own ways of showing how they feel, even if it's unconventional at times. They don't often make others known of their discomforts, and prefer to endure it without help from others. Though none of these are inherently bad, they have a habit of keeping things to themeslf and won't go out of their way to tell others how they're feeling, leading to many awkward circumstances or falling outs.

- Sarcastic - When it comes to things they don't agree with, Silverslip can become condescending, despite the repricussions. While they try not to do or say anything to get them in massive trouble, they have upset others on many occasions for their beliefs.

- Disloyal - Silverslip has trust issues, and doesn't enjoy tethering themself to one thing or person out of fear of abandonment or betrayal. As a result they're often not fully loyal themself, and tend not to keep or make promises.

Likes: Staying in the shade, Hiding in bushes, Questioning authority, Spending time quietly with friends, Catching snakes, Observing others, Staring at others to weird them out

Dislikes: Bright lights, Bananas, Snow, Those who do not think for themselves, Fighting, Training in general, The smell of tree sap

Other Information:

- Is not close to their littermates, due to clashing ideals and difficulties with each others personalities
- Doesn't like the attention given to them by both starclan and the rest of shadowclan as a result
- fu zz y

Relationships
Orientation: Any, has no particular preference besides girls pretty
Looking for: Not particularly looking. Not opposed either.
Ideal Relationship and Traits: Would probably just want someone who doesn't think they're weird or mind their viewpoints?? Unsure otherwise.

Mentor: Willowshade
Apprentice: tba
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Ex-Mate/s: N/A
Kin:
Mother - Twigpounce
Father - Snowpelt
Littermates - Frostface, Heavystep

Roleplay

It was dusk, barely dark enough out to catch glimpses of stars outside of the cloudcover. Witherwing had lost track of where they all were, besides far away from the lake. Everything was mountains, rocks, and cliffsides, unfamiliar and threatening. It had gotten chilly out, and with everyone resting for the night there were bunches of cats everywhere, while the sick did their best to stay far enough away so they didn't infect anyone else. As medicine cat, Witherwing took it up as their duty to remain around them and give whatever herbs they could find to soothe them.

This night, they stayed by Mellowtrot's side, promising Thistlebreath and Houndmouth that they'd rest. They almost wished they could. They were too preoccupied to really rest, and rather spent their time trying to comfort their sick friend. This was technically resting and they could prove it when they weren't busy. Mellowtrot's breaths came out labored as they lay limp, head on Witherwing's paws, bodies pressed together. Witherwing wondered if it was a bit too intimate for a medicine cat, as they gently groomed the other, repeatedly licking the other's forehead. Fuck it, they should be allowed this if their friend was really dying. It's not like they planned to take things any further, anyways.

Witherwing would stay up all night to be sure the sick cats would get through the night, though they'd be reluctant to leave Mellowtrot's side. They had a job to do if anyone's condition worsened, so they'd do it. It was only moments later that they noticed a faint rumbling coming from Mellowtrot, and they briefly paused their care. The sick cat was purring, bright amber eyes gazing wistfully ahead. Witherwing felt something in their chest tighten, unsure if this was their friend trying to comfort them, or to ease themself. They didn't ask, but responded with purrs of their own, hoping to soothe someone in that moment.

Preferred methods: Discord, Forum (i'll have to get used to it), Google docs