Silverwind of Windclan

[Shimmerz*]

NAME! Silverwind
AGE! 108 moons.
RANK! Elder
GENDER! Tom
CLAN! Windclan
SHORT DESC.! A silvery gray tom with azure eyes.

FULL DESCRIPTION!

Silverwind

His fur, the color of brandished silver, glimmers darkly in the light of moon's pale stare. Shimmering ripples of reflected light flow down his sleek, silvery fur. The haunted shadows in his azure eyes cast dark light over his rangy body. Because of his lithe frame he used to be one of the fastest runners of Windclan. He has a crescent-shaped scar on his left flank left from when he was thrown out of a two-leg monster at a young age- at which time Windclan took him in as their own.

PERSONALITY!

Silverwind has always had a heart for listening. It has always been his goal to help those around them and give them his best advice. He is extremely loyal to Windclan because of his past; however, it is at the same time his past that his cut him off from the rest of the clan. Certainly at a ripe old age of 108 moons he has worn off any appearance as a kittypet and any rumors of this are long gone. What separates him now? Himself. In the past Silverwind had always been a listener, the cat others would go to when they needed a kind ear or a helping paw. After what happened with the love of his life Waterclaw and his best friend Supremacypaw, he found himself feeling isolated from the clan. It was as if he could not trust anyone anymore. In reality the clan did not shun him, but he had shunned them. Ever loyal, but ever isolated, Silverwind grew in age as he grew in hermitage. Some questioned why he didn't just go off and become a loner, but to Silverwind that would mean betrayal as his own apprentice had betrayed him.

As for the rest of his personality, well, it's a bit lost. He used to be a very genuine, loving cat, the best friend anyone could have--and perhaps that's not totally gone, but now what appears to be left is a shell. He is still quite the advice giver, but no longer is he the cat that approaches others. The closest he comes to communication is a chat at the freshkill pile; these days he just keeps to himself.

HISTORY!

The earliest memory he has is of being found at the thunderpath by a Windclan patrol. Apparently he had once been a kittypet; however, he was so young when the clan found him that the nursery queens had to take him in as their own. Being a former kittypet- however short it was- seemed to have little impact on his life as a clan cat. In fact, it strengthened his loyalty to the clan.

As an apprentice, Silverwind always felt a bit neglected. His mentor whose name he's long now forgotten due to old age always seemed to have something more important to do. They would train for a few hours, and just as Silverwind was on the cusp of knowledge, his mentor would speed off as if his tail had caught on fire. He made excuses at first like how he had to be on patrol or how he had to check on his she-cat. Lies, Silverwind knew; still, who was he to criticize the cat that trained him? He was a mere apprentice, a former kittypet. Maybe this warrior hadn't wanted to take him as an apprentice, but he always liked to keep in mind that apprenticeship was temporary.

One day Silverwind met the love of his life, Waterclaw. He fell for her almost right off the bat. There was only one problem--she was very depressed. Eventually she collapsed under the weight of it. By some miracle Starclan had alerted Silverwind of this, and so he was the one to find her dead body. It made him sick to see his love like that, but he managed to take her back to camp. His trial wasn't over yet though because on the way back he had scented blood. He found two more warriors. Both had been murdered by some beast.

Some time passed and Silverwind was given Supremacypaw as his apprentice. The two were the best of friends, but the death of Waterclaw had left him pretty messed up. One day Supremacypaw slipped away from camp. Silverwind followed only to watch as his apprentice battled Diablo (the very rogue who had murdered the other two cats). The gray tom didn't join in the brawl at first because it was his apprentice's battle, and he didn't want to intrude, but things got out of hand. His mind fuming, he dove for the rogue only to miss and fall off of the cliff. Diablo followed after him. His apprentice brought the mangled body of his mentor back to camp, and Silverwind began a long recovery. When the silvery cat was finally better, they had their first training session (even though Supremacypaw was almost of warrior age). His black apprentice left him for the life of a loner and changed his name to Supremacy. It was at that point Silverwind had truly fallen apart.

Some might tell him to get over it, might tell him that the pains of his past shouldn't matter moons upon moons down the road, but every night in his dreams his love is there. Sometimes they are laying among the flowers together, other times they are dashing through fields together, and there are yet other times...the times when he sees her lying dead. They say you never forget your first love, and with Silverwind that hasn't been truer. Every bit of fur, every twitch of her tail--he plays it over and over in his head. Though time has created quite a schism between them, he could scent her in half a second.

At one point Silverwind had taken on another apprentice, Stormpaw, but it didn't seem to go all that well. The young cat had been rather upset that he'd "gotten stuck" with the "broken" warrior. He'd complained all the others in the Apprentice Den teased him for it. But what was Silverwind to do? His leader put them together as a pairing, and there was never a doubt in his mind that it was anything less than the best decision possible. Perhaps loyalty is not written in deeds but thoughts. If this is so, then there are few in Windclan more loyal than he.

RP EXAMPLE!

The tom stared out across the Windclan territory from a point atop the lookout plateau. For so very long this place had haunted him. He'd almost died here actually. Strange to remember that. Strange to remember anything. Memories hurt. He'd known that for so long now. He'd tried ending it all multiple times, but for some reason Starclan still wanted him around. Some cats probably would have given up on them after all he'd been through. Abandonment. Death. Losing everyone he had close to him. But could he? Never. Tears came to his eyes as he remembered the words long since uttered by his ex-apprentice, his ex-bestfriend. "I love you, Silverwind. You are my best friend. Never forget that. You are a warrior of Starclan. Unlike me, you have faith in them. Hold onto that, and I know someday you’ll do something amazing once more. Goodbye..." It had been been many, many moons, but he could remember everything from that day as clear as daylight. He remembered every last word. Every last tear. As long as he could remember, he'd never seen such hatred in the eyes of a cat. Yet those eyes, those eyes were the ones he trusted. Those eyes belonged to the cat who he'd have died one million times over for. "You are a fool! The flea-bitten remains of a kit's corpse! You fail to comprehend the strength, the power of the grave. It was at our stumble upon the loner that I sensed something quite valid... and now I hold that flame, the one Diablo holds. Our "friendship" was nothing more than a miserable amity to get you by. My destiny is mine alone, and it certainly is not intertwined with yours anymore!" How could those be the words of a friend? How could those ever be the words of a friend?

You left me nothing but a broken soul,
An empty hole, memories bleeding...

His body threatened to cave in to a wave of tears, but he wouldn't let it. He wouldn't be weak. He wouldn't prove them right. After all, he'd opened up to Assassin. He'd made a friend. He'd--he'd changed. Foxdung. He needed to be over this. The black tom had told him that moving on didn't mean forgetting. The gray warrior knew that for a fact. So what about this was so hard? It's not like he hadn't tried to get over their deaths a hundred times. He'd talked to others. He'd opened up. What else was there? Suicide still wasn't the way to go. He knew that now more than ever. Sighing he tried to let go. Even though he'd felt a whole lot of pain here, it was one of the few places where he could just let go of everything and be swallowed by his pain. It wasn't that he wanted to make this a habit, but...he just had to let it out. It had been too many moons since he'd had a chance like this, and he desperately wanted to use it. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath. This time only memories would wash over him. Not tears. And...even if they did manage to fall, no one would see him in his weakness, or so he hoped. "My silverpelted, violet-eyed love. I'm here waiting for you. I know you're up in Starclan now, but this is how I will remember you."

And all our friends they say to let you go,
But they don't know you're still breathing...

After a few moments of silence, he looked up to Silverpelt above. It was so beautiful even in this dreary weather. More cats should see this. It...it's wonderful, but do they care? No, no they don't. They just rush through their lives missing everything beautiful and awe worthy along the way, and then one day...one day everything is just gone. Laying his head on the cold earth he tried to make himself one with the stone. Stone does not feel. Stone does not fade with time. Stone never forgets, (sometimes keeping imprints in time). What a joy it would be to be made of stone. Silverwind sighed, If only, if only...if only I didn't feel anymore...

Word count: 667
Song: "Sleepwalker" by Alien Ant Farm

breakdown (c) Simp.[/justify][/blockquote]

[~Nighthunter~]

Accepted