Silvermist // Thunderclan Medicine-cat

[Silver!]

Name: Silvermist
Age: 37 moons
Association: Thunderclan
Rank: Medicine cat

Appearance: First glance? Silvermist is a slim she cat, long and beautiful. As a bengal tabby mix, she's both spotted and striped, black patterns caress her silver fur gently. Exotic appearance is subtle, as she;s an odity compared to that of a tabby, but can sift through crowds without pulling eyes toward herself. A feminine face, large green eyes and a delicate pink nose. Large triangle ears sit atop the female's head, standing proudly, yet never with enough to appear haughty or rude. Silvermist isn't the type of female that forgets her place. Green eyes are electric, passionate about what she does and who she's looking after. Dark near the pupil, they spread to a yellow green near the outer parts of the female's eyes; and although they can be gentle and soft, rarely is calm a feature on the she-cat's face.

Always moving, constantly working for her clan, feet are spotted with black, leading into long legs. Legs are strong enough to keep her standing, keep her going in the midst of both peaceful times and hard ones. Stripes form halfway up, and on her hind legs the backs look almost as if they were dipped in the night sky. Chest is strong, broad, holding those lungs of hers; white fluff with black stripes sit at her chest's center. Shoulders hold her head high, rarely hunching in defeat, because there's always something that can be done in her mind's eye. Bodice is long, but not overly so; dipping near the stomach as any graceful she-cat's would. Her tail is long, almost the same length as the medicine-cat herself. Stripes play down the length of it, leaving the tip of her tail completely black.

Silvermist holds herself like a queen, and no, not a pregnant she-cat; but with a regal air. Head held high with those sharp green eyes. Her strides are long, yet are taken with a graceful precision. Quick on her feet and a sharp mind --and tongue-- she's no one's damsel; but one can't help but want to protect the lovely she-cat. Always, she always has an eye on Thunderclan, watching over it and doing the best she can for the cats there. There are times she comes off as too bold, too controlling for the place she has within the clan; but never does she go against starclan's laws or the rules of her leader.

Personality: A strong defiant female. Not at all what one would expect seeing her for the first time. Never will she be ignored, the female can be quite brash when her opinion isn't seen and she believes that she can help. Loyal, she will stand beside her loved ones through anything. Granted they will get a tongue lashing if they act without thinking. Stupidity is a great peeve of the medicine cat and she won't stand for it. Especially if she can stop it.

She doesn't like bearing bad news to anyone; it makes the female feel like quite the failure. The she-cat has a common case of seeing herself as useless unless she gets everything right. A perfectionist would describe the female well; she wants all of her work done to the best of her ability, and if it's not enough then she simply needs to try harder. Silvermist is one to bear everything on her own; and then try and pick up the pains of another as well. A silent sufferer, she doesn't have anyone to go to and accepts the fact that she never will. Instead, she has become quite passionate with her responsibilities; meeting everything head on, but with a sharpness of the mind that can spear through most situations.

Medicine cat will always stop and chat with someone, for as well as a sharp tongue, she can also be quite chatty. Her patients should know that she's communicable; and you can say anything in front of her; as long as you give her the proper respects. Not one to judge, but one to listen and help. The cat that you can turn to to offer a nuzzle or lick and also kick you in the rear if you're being silly. A proper mother to the clan when she can never be one herself.

It hurts, to know that she'll never have a family. That no one will ever look at her with love in their eyes. But she has a duty far more important than herself; than the personal goals of all females. She has a clan to look after, and must always be available to give Starclan someone to guide them if they go astray. But it hurts, and is one of the few things that can make her truly upset any longer. Her connection with Starclan is through a tom that she loved deeply, even if it was never to be acted upon or expressed; the two were inseparable and they remain so to this day.

History: One sibling, a female that has come to hate her sister for many reasons. Silvermist? Was always the more brash of the two. The female that was resilient, that wouldn't give up on anything that she did. Leopardfang was Silvermist's little sister, even if they did come from the same litter. They started off as your average siblings at first, but were torn apart through time and goals becoming so very different. As Leopardkit grew strong and brave, no longer needing the help of her sister; Silverkit became more clumsy, even if it was endearing.

Silvermist, although bold, wasn't the best of an apprentice. She was sharp with the other kittens, but could never reach the bar herself. Her mentor saw nothing in her as a warrior, and would joke that he would be training she and her clumsy paws for eternity. The female never laughed, for to her? This was very serious. Almost ten months! Ten months as an apprentice. The young female was older than some of the mentors! And then she started loosing hope. There was no way that she would ever be a warrior. She didn't have the strength, didn't have the skills, didn't have the pride or confidence. Temperament melted into something introverted. The female became shy and rarely talked to anyone. It was like a vow of silence, except in the morning she didn't wake up as a warrior.

She-cat had given up, simply letting herself go, floating among the days of moss duty and ignoring the pleas of the elders for her to keep pushing on. There was no one that could help her, save her from her miserable self. At least, not until the day that she went and got herself sick.

It was a harsh winter, but one that the clan would survive. Green cough was dangerous, but treatable as long as it didn't spread. The small skinny cat ended up staying in the medicine cat's den. Thistledown, a brown tom with a quirky personality. He had a soothing voice, and could fix up a wound or sickness faster than anyone that the little bengal tabby had ever imagined. He took care of her, but... there was a bit of special interest for the female even he would admit. She wasn't too much younger than he was, and was lovely after all. Even if at the moment she was a bit scraggly. He forced her to speak, made her talk to him even if he was simply ebbing at her nerves.

It made Silverpaw crazy, and she would often scream at the other only to feel like he had won the argument without saying a word when he was done. They learned a lot about each other, and it wasn't long before the silver she-cat was learning about how to be a medicine cat as well. Thisledown realized that she was perfect for this; her memory was astounding, and although she was sharp with her words they were always sincere. Everything that she did came from the heart.

And when she realized that she was apprenticing for him, Silvermist was glad to devote her time to someone and something that she impressed. That she was good at doing. Never did the dainty female have to worry about failing anyone; she had made a friend, she was good at this. She could help her clan, fight for them without her teeth and claws. And with this in mind? Silvermist became strong. She and Thistledown were inseparable, but as medicine cats and felines true to their positions would never do anything but watch the other from afar.

Needless to say, Thistledown would do anything for his lovely partner in medicine. Which is how he ended up loosing his life. Silver and the kits were in the nursery when it happened. When the rogues attacked. It was a day that the she-cat won't forget. She was huddled over the kittens, fresh lives to the world; young and new and so very innocent. She wouldn't let the rogues get to them without going through her first. But Thistledown didn't plan on letting her fight. He pushed the introders back, gaining wound after wound as he did, but Silvermist and the kittens escaped.

By the time the horrible cats were chased away, he was dying... and even with the experience that he gave her, Silvermist could do nothing to help him. He died, the first cat that she couldn't save... he died on her and she was left alone. It took her weeks to get herself back together, before Starclan decided that she had wept long enough. She dreamed his farewell, she dreamed of him, listened to him one last time. And he told her to be strong, believed that she could take his place and become even better than he was. He wasn't the only thing that kept her fighting, it was the entire clan. She was willing to give her life for those kittens, willing to take her herbs directly onto the battle field and treat the warriors as they fell. She was brave and beautiful and he loved her very much.

And that was the last time that she saw him, but not that she heard him. He's her connection to Starclan, the cat that guides her to the voices of her ancestors. Even to this day, he helps her along, even if he can no longer be there for her physically. Silvermist is content knowing that his spirit stay with her still.


Stars may fall, but they never truly die.

[Silver!]

Screw it I'm accepting Silver. If anyone disagrees with my doing this they can move this back and critique xD

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