Silverpaw, who said stars were real?

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[bg=e9e8e3][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Silverkit Silverpaw - Gender: She-cat Age: 13 moons Rank: Apprentice Clan: PineClan - Beliefs: After having listened to the older cats in Pineclan talk about Starclan and how they are a load of kit stories, Silverpaw didn't believe the other clans, she being just like the rest of Pineclan believe that Starclan is something you tell kits when you want them to sleep. How could other cats in the other clans believe in Starclan knowing the solid truth? They weren't real. - Parents: Mothtail {Mother}-Np {Unknown Status} Whitefang {Father}-Np {Deceased} Siblings: Darkpaw - {Brother}NP - (Hopefully someone could offer to be Darkpaw) Whitekit - {Sister} NP - (Deceased) - Mate: Not yet Crush: Not yet Kits: Not yet Mentor: Hawkstorm - Appearance: Body - Silverpaw is about the average size of an healthy apprentice, her body is lithe and muscular beneath her pelt. Her paws are small and dainty, but they help with speed and her tail is long and she has an elegant appearance to her. Fur- Silverpaw is a beautiful gray she-cat who looks silver in the moonlight however in the sun her fur is a darker gray but still a beautiful complex to it. Her tail is white and gray, the white patterns in the shape of white bands and her paws are a creamy shade of white too. Face- Two beautiful icy-blue eyes with a mysterious feeling to it which rest on a gray face and white face with a black nose and white markings on her cheeks and up her nose to her forehead. Her ears are small, but they have tufts of fur on the outer line. - Personality: Peppy: Usually a peppy and happy she-cat who loves to talk and loves to gossip, she is playful and kind when she wants to be. She'll take things serious when she wants too, but she has a bright spirit. Anger - if she sleeps uncomfortably or if she gets into an argument, she'll generally show her more moody side where she starts to snap unnecessary words at the other cats or isolate herself from the rest of them and hearing the sound of cats discussing Starclan just makes her angry. Giggly -If a cat was to confess himself to her by saying he liked her, she'd go all giggly and without thinking allow herself to move and stumble. If she is around the cat she likes, she would, again; be all giggly, but also act like a completely different cat. Only would the cats who know her too well know her true behavior, to others she would probably look like a fool who can't keep balance. Obedience -She obeys her mentor very well, but sometimes doesn't take training seriously and ends up getting scolded which will put her again in a bad mood. Being praised is something she loves, the words just make her purr constantly. Forgiving - If she was given something like a chaffinch or a mouse, she'd instantly forgive them and go back to training as hard as she could and instantly become friends with the cat again. She hates to fall out with cats, especially friends. Distracted- Silverpaw gets distracted pretty easily, Sometimes she'd get distracted by a butterfly or by a strange scent and wander off, on patrols she goes all hyper because she's seeing the territory and she gets to talk with the other apprentices or with warriors and learn new things as well as be praised. Dislikes; She hates the medicine den. It scares her, after hearing that the medicine cat sets up the vigils for those who are dead cats, she fears that everytime she goes to see them she might have to join those poor cats. Paranoia; She is very paranoid and sometimes her paranoia gets the best of her and causes her to become a bit of a mess. After having seen her father's corpse, she sort of blamed the medicine cat for not saving him and questioning on why Starclan didn't save him. The main reason; Starclan were a bunch of lies. She would question every cat who talks about Starclan so bluntly. - b]Skills

[/b]: Still in the progress of her training, Silverpaw's full potential in training hasn't appeared yet. However occasionally her skills do push through. Sometimes when she's so focused in her training or in real battles; she'll do things unexpected like use her tail to trip the opponent up or ruffle her fur to look more intimidating and leap using the muscles in her hind legs to propel herself.

With hunting, her actions are a lot more different.
Instead of being all out and sly, she'll stalk the prey and follow its paws through the undergrowth and swerve the long way around so that the prey becomes confused of the scent surrounding it and wouldn't know where to run in case it gets caught. When the prey becomes cautious and backs up to a corner, that is when she strikes. However, once again; her being an apprentice causes her to not figure out all the technicalities.
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History; It was nice to know that the first things you hear after you're born is a cat yowling in sadness. Being blind at the time and not having yet opened her eyes, all Silverkit could do was listen as her mothers mate rush in to see what the ruckus was and then pick up one of her siblings just to carry them out.
Whitekit, the oldest of the three yet the weakest. Whitekit was born with no ability to see and a very weak heart, she died a few seconds after Dark-kit was born.
Silverkit couldn't understand until she was older, when her mother explained it to her.

ONE day, playing with her brother when they were old enough. The patrol ran in to alert the leader.
“ We got attacked by a fox and her kit on our evening patrol!" a black sleek cat yowled in outrage, turning to let the other two cats walk in with a white and grey cat lying limp on their backs.
“" Whitefang wanted to show his loyalty and attacked the fox, we told him not too but he disobeyed. " the black cat continued.
Hearing the desperation yowl; “Oh no, please don't tell me it's true!"[/i][/b][/color] the meow was coming from the nursery, Mothtail burst out to see her dead mate and let out another long yowl in terror and sadness.

Silverkit watched in horror, her mother had acted just like this with Snowkit. That was when Silverkit understood, Snowkit had no chance of living. Snowkit was weak, so was her father... Watching the cats mourn her father, she crept out of the den one night and went to see him.
"May your death see you well and healthy. " she had mewed pitifully, before having copied the other cats and press her little black nose to her fathers cold cheek, it really was true. Starclan only cares about themselves, they weren't even real and Silverkit. hated them, always will. Looking up to glare at the starry sky, she let out a silent hiss and flicked her tail. “If you were real, you wouldn't kill my father. You would see he was brave and would of protected him. The other clans are insane to believe such stupid mousebrained stuff. " Rushing back into the nursery after hearing a twig snap, she curled up beside her mother before she got caught and closed her eyes. Whimpering quietly just to get kicked in the face by her sleeping brothers hind paw as he rolled over and eventually she fell into a deep sleep and slept peacefully until morning.
Silverkit was only four moons at the time she had lost her father, when she was six was she able to become an apprentice. Her mother had groomed her ever so neatly, causing her to meow in agitation and then for the ceremony and when she walked out to meet her new mentor and she became Silverpaw.
Now Silverpaw may be clumsy when it comes to focusing, but she is a hard worker and will do anything to make ends meet.

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