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Silkfeather
redwoodclan
a soft-pelted, silver tabby molly with green eyes.
warrior
she-cat
21 moons
Appearance
Silkfeather's pelt is soft and thick, as if she wasn't even born in the wild. It's a deceptive detail, though, as the thickness of her fur easily hides her muscles. Underneath it is an athletic build, honed by moons of hunting. She is a mackerel black silver tabby with very light silver hues, especially along her extremities. Her dark paw pads are surrounded by tufts of black hair that line her heels.
Her face is a bit round with a small, tapered muzzle; genes inherited from her father's side of the family. Her nose is elegantly shaped and rosy-pink in color. Her wide green eyes and even her ears are set close together. Silkfeather is a small cat as far as RedwoodClan standards go, and tends to feel small beside them, but in reality her height is quite normal.
Her face is a bit round with a small, tapered muzzle; genes inherited from her father's side of the family. Her nose is elegantly shaped and rosy-pink in color. Her wide green eyes and even her ears are set close together. Silkfeather is a small cat as far as RedwoodClan standards go, and tends to feel small beside them, but in reality her height is quite normal.
Personality
It's true that Silkfeather makes a good hunter because of her excellent ability to read the animals' moods and behaviors. Yet, her perceptive skills don't end there. She is very good at reading the moods of others based on their body language, tone, expression. These are things she doesn't overlook lightly. She likes to say she can see what others can't, but she's not really a mind-reader. Others just may not notice all the little ways they give themselves away. She is usually quick to understand another cat or situation, and act accordingly.
Silkfeather likes to keep things light. She tries to spread kindness wherever she goes, and describing her character as 'bright' or 'sunshiny' would be a fair assessment. Of course, nobody is always happy, but she tries to find 'the little things' in every place she goes. She struggles with this when faced with the reality of a dark situation, which she finds difficult to handle emotionally.
Heavy subjects can bring Silkfeather's mood down pretty quick. She has a tender heart which she tries to protect, but her sensitivity can work against her. She may be insightful into others' moods or feelings, but that doesn't mean she's always right about them. Sometimes she assumes the worst. She might interpret an eye roll meant to be playful as something more of an insult. She may also be completely correct when she notices another cat doesn't like her. When these kind of situations crop up, Silkfeather becomes more and more introverted the more uncomfortable or hurt she feels by it.
She may be kind and optimistic, but it's not on the same level as someone outgoing or bubbly. Her 'sunshiny disposition' is more of a quiet, reserved warmth that probably needs to be coaxed out most of the time in order to really appreciate it. To those within her small circle, she is much more confident, of course. That, however, can't be expected of her by just anyone. If she feels discouraged beyond what she can handle, she will close herself off.
History
Silkfeather's father was not always a warrior, and her aunt was not always a medicine cat. As their history goes, her father fell in love with a Clan-mate and became completely lost in their love. His neglect for his position led to his sister, Orchidshade, relieving him of his duties and restrictions. Silkfeather's parents raised her well, they were a caring and happy family. Of the three kits in the litter, despite their father being a medicine cat, only Silkfeather survived the first night.
Her parents recovered from the loss well, or at least they never showed otherwise. Silkfeather grew up idolizing the role of a medicine cat, and would've wanted to be apprenticed to Orchidshade were it not for the fact that they were related. Any hopes of such a thing were dashed by her father, who wanted her to have more freedom than that, so it wasn't much of a discussion.
When her father died of health complications, she understood that there was nothing that could've been done. She understood that it was a fact of life. She was young, he was old. He had passed on his lifeblood to her.
So Silkfeather, then a 'paw', vowed to honor him with her life. She spent as much time as she could've with him during his final days, watching him ebb away. She and her mother found solace that, in StarClan, he would no longer be in pain.
Silk would fall comfortably into the role of a warrior, though. She grew out of her kit-dreams and into the paws of a capable hunter with grace. Battle vaguely interests her, but what she really enjoys is providing for her Clan-mates. Seeing the cute little faces of fresh-weaned kits having their first taste of a mouse that she'd caught just for them; making sure the elders were comfortable; helping apprentices grow from kit to warrior; it's the little things that make Silkfeather quite happy to be who she is now. In a way, the life of a warrior can have its soft and tender moments. Silkfeather soaks them up whenever she can.
Yet, when trouble stirred on the borders of RedwoodClan and LichenClan, a creeping sense of urgency aroused in her parents. She listened to them earnestly as they worried about the tensions and the past between the clans, taking their advice to keep her head low along that side of the border. She wouldn't set a toe out of line, she'd promised them.
That was, until the day that RedwoodClan stood up for the mysterious stranger that had stumbled into them for help. Silkfeather watched on in amazement as the events unfolded, decisions were made, and suddenly a patrol was being sent to a 'tribe' on an unknown island. The fact that life existed outside of the Clans' bubble was not news to anyone, but being confronted by the tribe's existence definitely brought such an issue to the surface. What else was out there? It made Silkfeather feel like an ant on the bark of a redwood.
That sense of wonderment and intrigue was lost when LichenClan made its attack on their camp. They wanted the 'rogue', the one RedwoodClan had taken in; the tribe cat. But he'd already left earlier that morning... Silkfeather's mother tried to stop the onslaught as Silkfeather stood in the nursery with her. They'd been helping a queen with her kits, and when a warrior from LichenClan tried to enter, Silkfeather's mother was there to stop them.
Silkfeather remembered feeling like ice had froze her every muscle, as she watched her mother tumble out of the den in a haze of claws and teeth. The other warrior was vicious... they'd had no intent on stopping their attack even after Silkfeather's mother clearly lost. Silkfeather had leapt to her mother's defense at that point, finally rid of the shock that had overcome her. When the LichenClan cats finally filed out of RedwoodClan's camp, Silkfeather turned to find Orchidshade crouched over her mother's bloodied body.
She thinks of that terrible day often, but she makes a lot of effort to keep her chin up. While she will always miss the warm and comforting presence of her mother - and blame herself - Silkfeather knows that her mother would want her to carry on. She knows that the other warrior had not known the impact of the wounds he'd inflicted. He'd left her alive, after all. At least, that's what Silkfeather hopes.
And perhaps Orchidshade expected Silkfeather to blame her, for her 'inability' to save her mother. There were a few moments of life the queen had had left in her; enough to say goodbye, but she left them in the end. In reality, Silkfeather never once thought that it was Orchidshade's fault - or anyone else's fault at all. She blames herself for freezing up instead of fighting side-by-side with her poor, brave mother.
In the moons that have passed, Silkfeather has recovered from the loss well enough. She's sensitive about it, still, but as long as it's not brought up she can look past it toward the future.
She does fear LichenClan and believes them to be very power-hungry. It gives her determination to protect her Clan from them, though. She also tries to play more of an active role in Orchidshade's life. While she never got to undergo the medicine cat's tutelage, she will still try to help in what little ways she can. Even if it's just a listening ear or a helpful pair of paws, and she tries to treat others with the same kindness. She has a real sense of mortality now, and tries to live each day fully in spite of the darkness that seems to surround RedwoodClan.
Her parents recovered from the loss well, or at least they never showed otherwise. Silkfeather grew up idolizing the role of a medicine cat, and would've wanted to be apprenticed to Orchidshade were it not for the fact that they were related. Any hopes of such a thing were dashed by her father, who wanted her to have more freedom than that, so it wasn't much of a discussion.
When her father died of health complications, she understood that there was nothing that could've been done. She understood that it was a fact of life. She was young, he was old. He had passed on his lifeblood to her.
So Silkfeather, then a 'paw', vowed to honor him with her life. She spent as much time as she could've with him during his final days, watching him ebb away. She and her mother found solace that, in StarClan, he would no longer be in pain.
Silk would fall comfortably into the role of a warrior, though. She grew out of her kit-dreams and into the paws of a capable hunter with grace. Battle vaguely interests her, but what she really enjoys is providing for her Clan-mates. Seeing the cute little faces of fresh-weaned kits having their first taste of a mouse that she'd caught just for them; making sure the elders were comfortable; helping apprentices grow from kit to warrior; it's the little things that make Silkfeather quite happy to be who she is now. In a way, the life of a warrior can have its soft and tender moments. Silkfeather soaks them up whenever she can.
Yet, when trouble stirred on the borders of RedwoodClan and LichenClan, a creeping sense of urgency aroused in her parents. She listened to them earnestly as they worried about the tensions and the past between the clans, taking their advice to keep her head low along that side of the border. She wouldn't set a toe out of line, she'd promised them.
That was, until the day that RedwoodClan stood up for the mysterious stranger that had stumbled into them for help. Silkfeather watched on in amazement as the events unfolded, decisions were made, and suddenly a patrol was being sent to a 'tribe' on an unknown island. The fact that life existed outside of the Clans' bubble was not news to anyone, but being confronted by the tribe's existence definitely brought such an issue to the surface. What else was out there? It made Silkfeather feel like an ant on the bark of a redwood.
That sense of wonderment and intrigue was lost when LichenClan made its attack on their camp. They wanted the 'rogue', the one RedwoodClan had taken in; the tribe cat. But he'd already left earlier that morning... Silkfeather's mother tried to stop the onslaught as Silkfeather stood in the nursery with her. They'd been helping a queen with her kits, and when a warrior from LichenClan tried to enter, Silkfeather's mother was there to stop them.
Silkfeather remembered feeling like ice had froze her every muscle, as she watched her mother tumble out of the den in a haze of claws and teeth. The other warrior was vicious... they'd had no intent on stopping their attack even after Silkfeather's mother clearly lost. Silkfeather had leapt to her mother's defense at that point, finally rid of the shock that had overcome her. When the LichenClan cats finally filed out of RedwoodClan's camp, Silkfeather turned to find Orchidshade crouched over her mother's bloodied body.
She thinks of that terrible day often, but she makes a lot of effort to keep her chin up. While she will always miss the warm and comforting presence of her mother - and blame herself - Silkfeather knows that her mother would want her to carry on. She knows that the other warrior had not known the impact of the wounds he'd inflicted. He'd left her alive, after all. At least, that's what Silkfeather hopes.
And perhaps Orchidshade expected Silkfeather to blame her, for her 'inability' to save her mother. There were a few moments of life the queen had had left in her; enough to say goodbye, but she left them in the end. In reality, Silkfeather never once thought that it was Orchidshade's fault - or anyone else's fault at all. She blames herself for freezing up instead of fighting side-by-side with her poor, brave mother.
In the moons that have passed, Silkfeather has recovered from the loss well enough. She's sensitive about it, still, but as long as it's not brought up she can look past it toward the future.
She does fear LichenClan and believes them to be very power-hungry. It gives her determination to protect her Clan from them, though. She also tries to play more of an active role in Orchidshade's life. While she never got to undergo the medicine cat's tutelage, she will still try to help in what little ways she can. Even if it's just a listening ear or a helpful pair of paws, and she tries to treat others with the same kindness. She has a real sense of mortality now, and tries to live each day fully in spite of the darkness that seems to surround RedwoodClan.
