Post by Egotistic on Dec 30, 2020 13:11:17 GMT -6
Silverfeather
LichenClan
A beautiful classic silver tabby with green eyes.
warrior | queen
female | she-cat
72 moons
Appearance
Large, but not in such a way as to be unsightly, the graceful bearing of weight, softness of fur and angulation of facial features are brazen testaments to a long and distinguished family line. Hers is a family resplendent in their history, deeply entrenched in Clan politics and deeper still in the more complicated matters of heritage—the fruits of such labor presenting itself proudly in each decadent feature she bears.
In build, she is a sight to behold, composed of lean muscles in a lithesome shape, heavily encumbered and cushioned by a pelt that is equal parts thick and sumptuous. Each strand is fine and soft to the touch, though its affinity for tangles and mats makes it a regular chore, though one she shoulders gracefully, tending and smoothing it to refined sleekness. It is her tail to which she applies the most of her efforts. Long and heavily plumed, its neat strands speak volumes of her attentiveness as it sways in jaunty rhythm with the hypnotizing cadence of her languid steps.
In color, her coat is a pale silver, one marred by the presence of classic tabby stripes further convoluted by the thickness of fur and breaking only at the start of her paws and the thick mane surrounding her regal facial features. Contrasting this, her eyes, set neatly beneath two proud, tufted ears, possess a soothing green hue—one that is not of roused to anger or excitement.
In build, she is a sight to behold, composed of lean muscles in a lithesome shape, heavily encumbered and cushioned by a pelt that is equal parts thick and sumptuous. Each strand is fine and soft to the touch, though its affinity for tangles and mats makes it a regular chore, though one she shoulders gracefully, tending and smoothing it to refined sleekness. It is her tail to which she applies the most of her efforts. Long and heavily plumed, its neat strands speak volumes of her attentiveness as it sways in jaunty rhythm with the hypnotizing cadence of her languid steps.
In color, her coat is a pale silver, one marred by the presence of classic tabby stripes further convoluted by the thickness of fur and breaking only at the start of her paws and the thick mane surrounding her regal facial features. Contrasting this, her eyes, set neatly beneath two proud, tufted ears, possess a soothing green hue—one that is not of roused to anger or excitement.
Personality
PERSONALITY & TRAITS
Starchy, Acquiescent, Conventional, Pious, Strict
Sanctimonious, Maternal, Utopian, Unquestioning
starch·y | /ˈstärCHē/ | very stiff, formal, or prim in manner or character || As a result of her ‘refined’ upbringing, Silverfeather delights in the well-cultivated manners and vocabulary passed down to her by her mother. Rarely does she allow anything less, and so to many presents an air of stifling gentility and, at times, pretentiousness.
ac·qui·es·cent | /ˌakwēˈes(ə)nt/ | ready to accept something without protest, or to do what someone else wants. || Should punishment be dealt, it is most oft deserved—or, at least, that is what Silverfeather chooses to believe—and to question or defy it is to disperse blame that is wholly one’s own. As such, she endures all consequences without comment or complaint.
con·ven·tion·al | /kənˈven(t)SH(ə)n(ə)l/ | concerned with what is generally held to be acceptable at the expense of individuality and sincerity. || An ambassador for the upholding of traditions, Silverfeather does not consider herself a progressive, nor does she share the same mentality of the new generation of LichenClan warriors, preferring instead to settle into the only lifestyle she has ever known, no matter how archaic it may seem to some. She enforces the same beliefs to those she looks after, believing firmly in the place and position of respectable she-cat’s and queens, and does not attempt to challenge or surpass any who she feels exceed her standing. In addition to this, she has a strong grasp and reverence for Clan traditions and histories.
pi·ous | /ˈpīəs/ | devoutly religious. || Some might feel smothered by the religious influences that touch every act within LichenClan, but to Silverfeather, they are nothing if not freeing to the soul and mind. To her, StarClan is a pillar of support in her life that she could not thrive without, one on which she can lean and voice her wants and woes without fear of judgment or reprimand, and so feels strong respect and indebtedness to.
sanc·ti·mo·ni·ous | /ˌsaNG(k)təˈmōnēəs/ | making a show of being morally superior to other people. || Whether subconsciously or otherwise, she is not one to ‘stoop among the commoners’, believing her heritage one of utmost sophistication and refines, unbefitting of the common rabble scrounged up by LichenClan’s lower denizen. As such, she does not mingle willingly, nor does she harbor friendships with those beneath her station, only endures them, and in the process, projects an aura of muted disapproval—one that has made her none too popular with the Clan’s ‘commoners’.
ma·ter·nal | /məˈtərnl/ | denoting feelings associated with or typical of a mother; motherly. || Despite her seeming obsession with inheritance, when it comes to Clan youth, Silverfeather does not discriminate, even among those of lesser birth. Every kit is deserving of the utmost care, compassion, and refinement, and so she dolls out such offerings generously to ensure them all bright and worthy futures.
u·to·pi·an | /yo͞oˈtōpēən | modeled on or aiming for a state in which everything is perfect; idealistic. || A false sense of optimism seems to tail this queen no matter where she goes. Even in the presence of hardship, she shoulders ruination without complaint, feigning indifference even amid her own suffering, much to the disservice of herself and those who may be enduring similar misfortunes as she.
un·ques·tion·ing | /ˌənˈkwesCHəniNG/ | accepting something without dissent or doubt. || In her youth, questions were a currency, both hard-earned and harder spent, and as such, she grew asking very few. She believed strongly in that which she was taught, for it was all the guidance she had and never led her astray in a world encumbered by rules and niceties. The result of such an upbringing has left her one that accepts all of which that goes on around her, acknowledging that all that happens happens only because StarClan deemed it so and thought it necessary.
strict | /strikt/ | demanding that rules concerning behavior are obeyed and observed. || Subservient to some, but not to others, amongst those inferior to or equal to her, Silverfeather possesses a stern air. She is not above traditional discipline and bluster and disburses it willingly, especially to those who share her blood.
History
Grandsire: Looncall (npc)
Mother: Larksong (npc)
Father: Cliff-fall (npc)
Littermates: Poppywhisker (npc/deceased) | Sagepaw (npc/deceased)
Mate(s): name pending…
Offspring: Shalesong, played by dumpster | Cricketcall, played by Raven~ | Bulltalon, played by beavers
childbirth—leaf-bare, hard goings. her mother is going on her third litter and manages to birth four kits, one sickly, the other healthy, and one other stillborn. hollythroat comments on how lucky she is, bearing so large a litter in the winter. larksong refrains comment.
kithood—leaf-bare, cliff-fall has come to visit, bearing tidings of tensions at the border. he shares words with their mother of the fighting. silverkit begs to be taught battle-moves, but her father tells her that is no job for a she-cat. she questions him, but he silences her promptly. she does not ask again.
kithood—new-leaf, silverkit has dirtied herself after frolicking in the puddles brought on by the new-leaf rains. her mother scolds her as she tidies her and her sister’s fur, once again reciting to them that they’re to be ladies—prim and proper and far from muddy puddles. silverkit is used to this and doesn’t question her, nor does she say anything (though she feels cheated) when her brother’s dirty coat is not commented on.
kithood—new-leaf, silverkit overhears her mother speaking with a warrior, begging him to take on sagekit as an apprentice. the warrior lowers his voice and murmurs something about her grandfather, looncall, long since dead and what that would mean for his image. her mother insists and the warrior bends. silverkit is confused. she was never told about looncall before.
apprenticeship—new-leaf, her apprentice ceremony has arrived at last on the very cusp of green-leaf. her training is entrusted to a common warrior or common birth, nothing compared to the tom her brother was entrusted to. disappointed, she touches her nose to her mentor’s own, silently wishing she could have been provided for better.
apprenticeship—during a training session with her brother, an apprentice comments on their family and how they’re no longer of any import within the clan. enraged, sagepaw falls upon him in a blind fury. the two are torn apart promptly with silverpaw watching on, confused, startled and troubled.
apprenticeship—a late green-leaf storm sweeps over the island, flooding their caves and drowning the prey. still, with tensions growing at the border, sagestar demands a patrol be sent out. her brother volunteers. a common skirmish occurs, but in the midst of the fighting her brother is struck down and killed. his corpse is returned sodden and bleeding. he dies a hero—to her.
warriorhood—silverpaw and poppypaw advance without trouble throughout the rest of their training. their ceremonies arrive and they are given the names silverfeather and poppywhisker. neither posess any spectacular achievements, but then neither care. Silverfeather has already begun to understand her place within the clan and does not try to be anything more than she is.
warriorhood—her mother has begun to take and especial interest in her daughters. their hours are often spent together, reciting old mantras and manners. on one such meeting, the matter of mates arises. her mother insists its time they each sought a mate of high standing within the clan. poppywhisker is unsure, but silverfeather, at last presented with a purpose, willingly steps forward to please her mother and agrees to the arrangements.
warriorhood—her first suitor is a tom from a family of high renown. they were devout supporters of sagestrike’s inauguration and as a result their social status grew within the clan on top of their deeds during the civil war. their son, hailstorm is a promising warrior praised for his valiant efforts in more than a few battle skirmishes. silverfeather is disappointed. she doesn’t feel the twinges she expects, but doesn’t deny him either. the two court, but they never love each other, nor do they know one another with any great familiarity.
warriorhood—a desolate pairing grows ever more depressing as time passes. silverfeather bears her third litter, another miscarriage, all dead, with one holdig on by a thread. she smothers it in moss until its breathing wanes and when her mate arrives, meets him with nothing to show for her efforts. disgruntled and unsympathetic, he blames her for his lack of successors and in the next moon cuts ties from her, choosing a younger, more fertile she-cat.
warriorhood—leaf-bare passes again, bringing with it a raucous sickness, however tensions are growing and silverfeather has become one of the front-liners in the fighting.
warriorhood—leaf-bare, poppywhiskers dies suddenly to an untreatable cough. it is discovered only then that she was bearing young
warriorhood—fighting has increased exponentionally since the last season-cycle. mateless and with no other cause than to defend the religious rights of her clan, silverfeather fights valiantly alongside her clanmates to defend what is rightfully theirs. however, amid the fighting she receives a blow to the throat that renders her useless. a she-cat saves her and returns her bleeding body to camp.
warriorhood—as she recovers, the she-cat names mallowfur visits time and time again. the two’s relationship blossoms. for once silverfeather feels those warm twinges of love she lacked with her previous mate. the two share an inseperable bond and many warm nights together.
warriorhood—her mother approaches her again and introduces her to yet another tom, insisting there is still time yet before her womb shrivels away. he’s of lower birth than the last, but the best to be managed considering her circumstances. once again shouldering her duties, silverfeather leaves behind her feelings for Mallowfur and take him on as her mate.
warriorhood—attacks are increasing and sagestar’s greed grows. amid news of smokemask’s passing, silverfeather becomes knowledgeable of the new life kindled within her. she is expecting another litter and bears it, bringing life to her last and only living brood. three among them live, all healthy and strong. she names them cricketkit, shalekit and bullkit. strong names for hard times.
motherhood—her brood grows and so too do her hopes. her daughters are both beautiful, promising candidates for courting and her son is strong and ambitious. she aims to rear both daughters to be ladies, but admits one day to her mother that she has very low hopes for her more stubborn daughter shalekit.
motherhood—with a heavy heart, silverfeather relinquishes her hold on her daughters and sons, to be mentored by mentors of her fickle choosing. she admits a tenderness even for her most unruly daughter as the loneliness settles in.
motherhood—silverfeather retires to the nursery as fighting continues. her mate vexes her with his coolness towards her. he does not want another litter from her, nor do either try or demand such things of the other. they are bond by necessity not love, and both acknowledge that amid silverfeather’s voiced worries for her kits, now endangered by the promise of war.
Mother: Larksong (npc)
Father: Cliff-fall (npc)
Littermates: Poppywhisker (npc/deceased) | Sagepaw (npc/deceased)
Mate(s): name pending…
Offspring: Shalesong, played by dumpster | Cricketcall, played by Raven~ | Bulltalon, played by beavers
childbirth—leaf-bare, hard goings. her mother is going on her third litter and manages to birth four kits, one sickly, the other healthy, and one other stillborn. hollythroat comments on how lucky she is, bearing so large a litter in the winter. larksong refrains comment.
kithood—leaf-bare, cliff-fall has come to visit, bearing tidings of tensions at the border. he shares words with their mother of the fighting. silverkit begs to be taught battle-moves, but her father tells her that is no job for a she-cat. she questions him, but he silences her promptly. she does not ask again.
kithood—new-leaf, silverkit has dirtied herself after frolicking in the puddles brought on by the new-leaf rains. her mother scolds her as she tidies her and her sister’s fur, once again reciting to them that they’re to be ladies—prim and proper and far from muddy puddles. silverkit is used to this and doesn’t question her, nor does she say anything (though she feels cheated) when her brother’s dirty coat is not commented on.
kithood—new-leaf, silverkit overhears her mother speaking with a warrior, begging him to take on sagekit as an apprentice. the warrior lowers his voice and murmurs something about her grandfather, looncall, long since dead and what that would mean for his image. her mother insists and the warrior bends. silverkit is confused. she was never told about looncall before.
apprenticeship—new-leaf, her apprentice ceremony has arrived at last on the very cusp of green-leaf. her training is entrusted to a common warrior or common birth, nothing compared to the tom her brother was entrusted to. disappointed, she touches her nose to her mentor’s own, silently wishing she could have been provided for better.
apprenticeship—during a training session with her brother, an apprentice comments on their family and how they’re no longer of any import within the clan. enraged, sagepaw falls upon him in a blind fury. the two are torn apart promptly with silverpaw watching on, confused, startled and troubled.
apprenticeship—a late green-leaf storm sweeps over the island, flooding their caves and drowning the prey. still, with tensions growing at the border, sagestar demands a patrol be sent out. her brother volunteers. a common skirmish occurs, but in the midst of the fighting her brother is struck down and killed. his corpse is returned sodden and bleeding. he dies a hero—to her.
warriorhood—silverpaw and poppypaw advance without trouble throughout the rest of their training. their ceremonies arrive and they are given the names silverfeather and poppywhisker. neither posess any spectacular achievements, but then neither care. Silverfeather has already begun to understand her place within the clan and does not try to be anything more than she is.
warriorhood—her mother has begun to take and especial interest in her daughters. their hours are often spent together, reciting old mantras and manners. on one such meeting, the matter of mates arises. her mother insists its time they each sought a mate of high standing within the clan. poppywhisker is unsure, but silverfeather, at last presented with a purpose, willingly steps forward to please her mother and agrees to the arrangements.
warriorhood—her first suitor is a tom from a family of high renown. they were devout supporters of sagestrike’s inauguration and as a result their social status grew within the clan on top of their deeds during the civil war. their son, hailstorm is a promising warrior praised for his valiant efforts in more than a few battle skirmishes. silverfeather is disappointed. she doesn’t feel the twinges she expects, but doesn’t deny him either. the two court, but they never love each other, nor do they know one another with any great familiarity.
warriorhood—a desolate pairing grows ever more depressing as time passes. silverfeather bears her third litter, another miscarriage, all dead, with one holdig on by a thread. she smothers it in moss until its breathing wanes and when her mate arrives, meets him with nothing to show for her efforts. disgruntled and unsympathetic, he blames her for his lack of successors and in the next moon cuts ties from her, choosing a younger, more fertile she-cat.
warriorhood—leaf-bare passes again, bringing with it a raucous sickness, however tensions are growing and silverfeather has become one of the front-liners in the fighting.
warriorhood—leaf-bare, poppywhiskers dies suddenly to an untreatable cough. it is discovered only then that she was bearing young
warriorhood—fighting has increased exponentionally since the last season-cycle. mateless and with no other cause than to defend the religious rights of her clan, silverfeather fights valiantly alongside her clanmates to defend what is rightfully theirs. however, amid the fighting she receives a blow to the throat that renders her useless. a she-cat saves her and returns her bleeding body to camp.
warriorhood—as she recovers, the she-cat names mallowfur visits time and time again. the two’s relationship blossoms. for once silverfeather feels those warm twinges of love she lacked with her previous mate. the two share an inseperable bond and many warm nights together.
warriorhood—her mother approaches her again and introduces her to yet another tom, insisting there is still time yet before her womb shrivels away. he’s of lower birth than the last, but the best to be managed considering her circumstances. once again shouldering her duties, silverfeather leaves behind her feelings for Mallowfur and take him on as her mate.
warriorhood—attacks are increasing and sagestar’s greed grows. amid news of smokemask’s passing, silverfeather becomes knowledgeable of the new life kindled within her. she is expecting another litter and bears it, bringing life to her last and only living brood. three among them live, all healthy and strong. she names them cricketkit, shalekit and bullkit. strong names for hard times.
motherhood—her brood grows and so too do her hopes. her daughters are both beautiful, promising candidates for courting and her son is strong and ambitious. she aims to rear both daughters to be ladies, but admits one day to her mother that she has very low hopes for her more stubborn daughter shalekit.
motherhood—with a heavy heart, silverfeather relinquishes her hold on her daughters and sons, to be mentored by mentors of her fickle choosing. she admits a tenderness even for her most unruly daughter as the loneliness settles in.
motherhood—silverfeather retires to the nursery as fighting continues. her mate vexes her with his coolness towards her. he does not want another litter from her, nor do either try or demand such things of the other. they are bond by necessity not love, and both acknowledge that amid silverfeather’s voiced worries for her kits, now endangered by the promise of war.
