My Lovely {{Silver}} Girl

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I saw so many cities
And I loved so many girls
But no one was there more pretty
Than my lovely Silver girl.

Name:

Silverkit

Age:

6 moons

Rank:

kit

Gender:

female

Clan:

Riverclan

Personality:

Silverkit is a gentle, loving cat. She has never had a reason for a temper tantrum or angry outburst; She's always been able to get what she wants with a simple look and a magic smile, which could simply make you melt. And in return for giving her what she wants, Silverkit is always willing to help fulfill your needs. Her mind works in such a way that she seems to know and understand everything that goes on around her. It's fascinating how she seems to know what others need without anybody having to say a word.

Since she is so sensitive, her self-esteem isn't always good enough to assert herself. Sometimes she just needs a little motivation to gain the right amount of courage.

Others need to be careful when handling her. Her courage can easily be shattered sometimes, leading her to turn away from the world and become difficult. She tends to withdraw from stressful situations and brood in silence until she's recovered herself. She may become irritable if intruded upon, and will lash out if pushed too hard. Once Silverkit has started a fight, she finds it difficult to stop. She has to get rid of all of her bottled-up emotions before she is able to calm down fully.

After a long, harsh day, Silverkit will turn to those close to her, seeking comfort. She is always appreciative of a friendly word, and often returns one kindly. There is no end to her loyalty, to her friends or her clan. She knows the warrior code, and honors it in most of what she does. She honors Starclan, and thanks them for the life of every prey killed. Silverkit has always been fascinated by Starclan and their mysterious ways, and hopes one day to be clan leader, and receive nine lives from her starry ancestors. Just like her mother, Icestar.

Description:

A glowing silver pelt covers the small delicate body of Silverkit, marked only by darker silver stripes, softened so lightly that her fur seems to look a bit blurry from afar. It is always kept so clean and well-taken care of, that it always seems to be glowing with the radiance that comes from her kind heart. In some ways, she looks a bit like her mother.

Since her mother is clan leader, she assumes a certain immunity among her clan members, and yet she feels like she needs to prove herself. So, since she was old enough to wander around camp, she's been practicing for her training as an apprentice, and already some of her kitten plump-ness is starting to turn into muscle, and her body is becoming a bit more lithe. She practices swimming all the time in the shallow waters that surround the camp, and taking a look at her you can tell she's Riverclan born and bred.

Once she feels your eyes boring into her pelt, she will turn her face towards you, revealing her already delicate-looking face, berry-pink nose, and sapphire-blue orbs surrounded by paler fur that makes them glow like gems in the sunlight, making her look as if shes descended from the stars.

PICTURE HERE

History:

Silverkit was born to Icestar when she was still only a young warrior: Icefur. There were troubles with rogues at the time, and everyone was extremely tired, especially because it was now only nearing the end of leaf-bare. One night, Turbidwaters, her father, took her and her littermates, Wolfkit, Hazelkit and Otterkit, away from camp, to where the rogues were settling for a couple days. As soon as Silverkits eyes opened the following morning, she knew she was in a different place with different cats. they smelled of the forest, tainted with what she had learned was the scent of two-legs and thunderpaths. But other than that they also reeked of sickness.

Silverkit watched the rogues, as well as some former clan cats from Riverclan, as they shared strange herb concoctions, trying to cure the horrible illness that none of them had ever seen before. She watched them suffering, and was a bit proud to see her father and his apprentice Otterpaw trying their best to help cure the sickness that was also beginning to ail them. But her pride soon faded as her mind filled with questions. Why had Turbidwaters brought them here with these sick cats to suffer? Otterkit was the first to catch the disease. She often convulsed and vomited, and when she wasn't, she was shaking uncontrollably. Then soon Hazelkit and Wolfkit started to act the same way. Everyone was always trying to rest, and those who weren't as badly ailed were always out stealing herbs.

One day, Silverkit woke up and she suddenly felt as if she had been swimming in the river. She felt heavy, and dizzy, like the currents had tossed her and twirled her about in a dance. And she felt cold, as if after her swim she had forgotten to dry off. Then, without warning, her stomach churned, and she felt like she'd eaten one too many fish. Then, the entire contents of her stomach, wich wasn't very much since everyone was too sick to hunt for enough food for everyone, spilled all over the den floor. She was so cold, she couldn't help shivering, and the bile that rose in her throat burned the back of her tongue, making her cry out as she spit up the rest of what was stuck in the back of her mouth. Otterpaw and Turbidwaters, who were caring for the other kits, rushed to her aid quickly, giving her a few leaves to chew, and a berry. But as soon as she swallowed, the bitter taste made her gag, and her stomach lurched once more, rejecting the herbs.

The next few days were pure agony. Most of the time she slept, but in her waking hours all she could do was cry and spit up foam, the product of her empty stomach. Turbidwaters spent all his time trying to comfort and cure his kits, and Silverkit couldn't turn her thoughts into the words she so desperately wanted to say. But one night, just as she was drifting to sleep, her stomach finally calming as her muscles relaxed, she managed to utter a small, soft cry. "Why Daddy?"

Silverkits eyes opened the next morning, and felt soft fur surrounding her, un-like the fur she'd felt the last few days, ragged and unkept, with the stench of sickness clinging to it. This fur smelled fresh and clean, and of fish and herbs. It was the Riverclan medicine cat, trying their best to cure Silverkit and her littermates. Icefur and Salmonstripe had rescued them in the middle of the night, and now Silverkit was starting to feel a bit better in her familiar surroundings. Everything here smelled so good...

Soon, Silverkit was starting to recover. She got food into her stomach, and was overjoyed when it finally stayed inside of her. But as she got better, her brother and sisters got worse. One morning, Otterkits eyes didn't open. the warmth had faded from her pelt, and Silverkit was horrified at her sisters death. Hazelkits breathing started to become shallow and quick, and in her fear Silverkit curled up next to Wolfkit, who tried to comfort her, but his horror and sorrow was just as evident as her own. His sickness looked like it was improving, but the following day, as Silverkit cried on his shoulder, she felt the life leave his body, and watched, vision blurred by tears, as his eyes went dull and glazed over like murky puddle water.

After Wolfkits death, she feared her own, but it never came. Soon she was just as healthy as everyone else, and her mother came home with a new title: Icestar.

Since she was cured and able to walk by herself, she decided she wanted to become a warrior, like Wolfkit and otterkit always dreamed. And for Hazelkit, who was always the more motherly of them, and who always cared for the younger kits, she decided that one day she wanted to be just like Icestar, and have kits of her own. Silverkit began to practice fighting moves she'd seen the apprentices practicing, and she swam as often as she could in the shallow waters surrounding the camp. She can't wait to become an apprentice, and it's made quite evident in everything she does.

IC Example:

Sapphire orbs glowed in the shadows as furry paws stepped into the sunlight, revealing a small silver tabby. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the warm rays on her pelt. The young she-cat opened her blue eyes again, glancing around calmly as she ambled about close to the water. She could see the silver minnows darting around eachother and between the rocks.

Silverkit paused, peepers wide with excitement as she stared at something shining in the water. She bounded towards it, splashing water everywhere and causing the minnows to disappear into hiding. Her little paws covered the new-found wonder, trapping it in her thorn-sharp claws, and she reared up to grab it in her teeth. In her excitement, she pulled up too fast and fell backwards, back into the water. Silverkit rolled and stood back up, her prize held tightly in her sodden jaws: a shiny yellow stone.
She settled it down, staring at it in awe. It was as if she'd caught her first fish! She was so excited, and as her eyes watched it, she thought she could see a small black dot, as if it were an eye.

Suddenly, she was back in the medicine-cats den beside Wolfkit, his yellow eyes watching her protectively as three purple berries were rolled towards her, and a leaf fluttered to the ground from a mouse-length higher in the air. The look on his face was of pure agony, the sickness that wreaked havoc upon his insides caused it.
Her sapphire-blue eyes shone with sorrow. Wolfkit was gone, now