.xx[Silvertongue]]

[[[Quick]] S.i.l.v.e.r <3]

Name:
Silvertongue

Age:
22 moons

Desired Clan:
IceClan

Rank:
warrior

Gender:
She-cat

Pelt:
Silvertongue is a gorgeous young she-cat. Almost two years old, she has just reached maturity and her body has just adapted the look of the full grown cat. Her legs are long and slender, and her body type is lean, making her look taller than a normal cat. Her tail is a bit long, but not so much that it's easily noticable. Her pelt is a smooth black, untainted by any other color across it's whole surface. It's length is short, and it can be a bit ragged at times. Mostly it is clean and soft, as she is a young warrior and hasn't been given many duties. This allows her a lot of time to make sure her pelt is always shining.



Eye's:
As a kit, her parents had marveled at her eye color, giving her beginning half of her name. They are the color of the full moon behind a stormcloud. Her bright silvery optics give one the feeling of looking into the stars late at night when her gaze is locked with one's own.



Personality:
Silvertongue is the quiet, rebellious type. If a rude comment is recieved, she will either gracefully ignore it or lash out and give the offender a scar to remember; one can never really tell with this unpredictable she-cat. She sits alone oftentimes, mostly because nobody wants to approach her. An unusual rage is harbored in her, and it burns in her bright eyes; especially visible at night. She stands up firmly to her beliefs, and lets nobody tell her what to do, not even authority! She believes that in order for a cat to have her respect, they have to earn it, not just claim it as a right of their position.

But to a cat that is her friend, family member, or other cat she has deemed worthy of her respect, she has nothing but loyalty. Silvertongue is a tough cat, despite her wiry build, and she lets nothing stand in her way. The she-cat has a deeply rooted guilt and regret lurking within, but hides it well. One can only guess that it is from her foggy past. One of her most well-known talents is lying, which has earned her the warrior name she has today. However, while it is a bad habit she is acceptionally good at it, and could convince fox that she's a dog without it expecting a thing.

History:
Silvertongue was born in a clan across darkness ridge, far away in another clan called Skyclan. Only she knows the names of her parents and siblings, for she refuses to reveal them to her clanmates. She has however told a marvelous story of how she arrived in Iceclan. Her mother and father were chased from their clans after a passionate forbidden love. They traveled far across the mountains, her mother heavily pregnant with her first litter. Silvertongue's father helped her mother give birth to three healthy kits, one of them named Silverkit.

They were still journeying across the mountains, the kits nearly freezing to death at certain points in the deep, frosty snow. When a huge gap appeared in the path, Silverkit volunteered to leap it first. Her parents objected, but it was too late as she leaped across the space, forepaws stretched eagerly before her. Her forelegs landed solidly, but the rest of her dangled precariously. A cry of fear tore from her, and her father soared across to the rescue. He pulled her up by the scruff of the neck, but lost his own footing on the unfamiliar ice and slipped to his death.

Silverkit wailed pitifully, but her mother and sisters were trapped on the other side. There was no way they could make the jump, for her father was the best jumper of them all, and he had barely made it. Another gallant sister tried the jump, but only got as far as Silverkit. Silverkit tried to pull her struggling sibling up, but the kit was too heavy and she too fell to her death. Now it was final: there was no way the others could reach her. Silverkit's mother told her to go on and look for a way back by a different path, and they would try and find another way to her.

The black she-cat wandered for days without luck and food, sure that her family had frozen to death by then. She collapsed in the snow, and the next thing she knew her fur was being licked backwards in the medicine cat's den to warm her up. She had been found and recued by an Iceclan patrol! Silverkit became Silverpaw, and recently Silvertongue. She has lived nearly her whole life here in Iceclan, and has worked hard to earn her warrior name and get her mind off of her past.

Role Play Example:
The wind screamed around the tiny black feline, lifting her fur and whipping at her skin ferociously. Her silver orbs were slitting against the raging weather, staring down into the huge crevace below her. She had cleared it! She couldn't believe it! Raising her eyes, she peered across the gap. Longing and regret tore at her racing heart. There was no way she could get back to Skyclan now. But she had chosen to leave, and there was no heading back...

Silvertongue awoke, gasping and panting heavily. She looked around her briefly, noticing that she'd awoken a few of her denmates. But it was just before dawn, so most were still soundly sleeping. She stood and walked around and around on her nest, curling up again facing the den wall so she didn't have to face the curious gazes of the others. She rested her chin on her paw, tucking the other neatly beneath her chest. It was only a dream. She told herself mentally, slitting her eyes. That memory- one of the oldest she had- had haunted her for moons.

Closing her eyes, she willed it away. The black feline didn't want others to see her like this; so in despair and filled with regret. They would start to worry and would pester her until they got the real story of her past..the one that she had so perfectly covered with another story. She remembered the day the Iceclan patrol had found her, nearly dead in the snow. She had easily lied to them, and they had believed it because she was only a kit, and couldn't have made up such an elaborate lie. Right? Closing her eyes, she tried for a while to find slumber again, but couldn't.

Standing and stretching her legs, she padded from the den with her head held high. The clanmates that had woken were surreptitiously watching through slitted eyes, obviously pretending to have noticed nothing. They knew not to ask the warrior what was going on, for fear that she would snap at them. Silvertongue sat in the clearing, watching the swirling snow that fell from the twilight sky above. A slight layer of the white ice was already on the ground. It was nearly Winter, and soon the snows would be truly hellish. Ironic, since The Devil was supposed to be unbearably hot. She sighed, wondering if she'd ever be able to leave her past behind.

How you found out about Warriors of Silverpelt:
I clicked Violetclaw's(Willowheart's) name on Hiddenclans, and followed the link to her site! This is Owlwing from HC, by the way

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[Violetclaw]

Owlwing this is a very good bio and I say its Accepted thanks for joining