Silverblaze-RiverClan (DONE!)

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SILVERBLAZE


"Small silver tabby tom with pale blue-green eyes."

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Gender: Tom
Age: 39 Moons
Clan: RiverClan
Position: Deputy

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Physical Description:

At first glance the RiverClan deputy might seem less, intimidating, than most might expect from what some might consider the leading warrior of a clan. Silverblaze is a smaller tom, his stature less than that of an average clan cat. The deputy isn’t necessarily short or puny, but his body is slim and narrow, dwarfed in comparison to other, larger warriors of his clan or others. However, Silverblaze is in no way weak because of his size, and most of it is made of lean and rippling muscle. While due to his size the RiverClan deputy isn’t the strongest or most powerful cat within the lake territories, what he lacks in power the tom makes up for with agility and speed. The cat can run, climb, jump, and perform other ways of maneuvering with finesse and grace, and being in RiverClan; Silverblaze is at home swimming and navigating the waters of a river. The tom also isn’t one to flee a battle, and while most may target the deputy as an “easier” opponent, many might find themselves mistaken, with the marks to prove it. While lacking the strength of larger cats, Silverblaze can fight with dexterity, dodging his enemies’ attacks quickly and retaliating, not with force, but with precision claws and teeth. This coupled with moons of experience and honed battle skills would make many hard pressed to match Silverblaze one to one in a fight.

Covering the toms body is sleek silver fur, medium in length to provide some protection to Silverblaze when swimming, the fur being a darker silver on top of his body, centered around his back and running down as a stripe, while getting slightly lighter as it progresses down his flanks, his underbelly being a mixture of light silver and cream colored fur. Being a silver tabby, mixed in with his silver fur the RiverClan deputy has black stripes of varying sizes and lengths throughout most of his figure. The cats’ mouth and eyes on his face are highlighted by patches of white fur, while his features are accented by black stripes. Silverblaze’s ears are of a medium length and are pointed at the ends, and, perhaps his most striking feature, the silver tabby has pale but bright and gleaming blue eyes, speckled with flecks of light green. His paws are covered in white fur, his claws being long in length and brownish in color. The tom has a thin tail of a long length; the fur around it being short and dark silver in color like his body, save for the tip of his tail which is covered in white fur.

Personality Description:

Anyone who has met Silverblaze for the first time, whether a chance encounter at the border, or at a gathering, can tell you a few things that stick out the most about the tom and his personality. For one the RiverClan deputy is a very calm cat, rarely losing his temper and becoming overly angry, save for several specific situations. For the most part though Silverblaze is a very thoughtful and casual cat, rarely the first to lose his composure or have outbursts. His calmness a reason for this, Silverblaze is also very serious. Not one to simply brush off events or situations, the deputy thinks over almost anything that crosses his paws, and isn’t one to shrug off danger and go prancing around under the sun. He’ll make sure of things first, and won’t simply laugh away his troubles. As evident in his actions, Silverblaze has a strong determination for everything he does, not stopping easily once he puts his mind to something. He also has a strong will, not one to lose hope, and always faces a situation with the highest of heart and the strongest of mind he can, whether the odds are in his favor or not. He won’t back down, and won’t simply run away from whatever he’s confronted with, physical or emotional. Coming from this determination is also stubbornness, which Silverblaze is known for, especially during arguments and the way in which he pursues his goals. He is difficult to convince to change, whether its belief or a way of doing something, and his dense head prefers his own methods over any others. If you happen to talk to Silverblaze, you can also find it surprising how blunt the cat is. The RiverClan deputy is not one to play with his words, and will be rather forefront with how he addresses other cats, depending on the situation. Finally, Silverblaze is a cunning cat, easily able to analyze a situation and find the best possible solution or path to success. His mind is sharp and quick witted, and he can be crafty in his actions and words when the tom wishes to be.

While at a mere glance Silverblaze is calm and serious, determined and stubborn, blunt yet cunning, if you get to know him for long enough, or if you’re a member of his clan, than you’ll know that there’s more to the cat than just that. For one the deputy is fiercely loyal to his clan, doing everything and anything in his ability to aid RiverClan and its cats. Whether it’s a duty given to him as deputy or simply a hunting journey, Silverblaze will devote his entire soul into it if he knows it’ll help or affect his clan in some way. The silver tabby would gladly lay down his life to see his fellow clan cats survive and prosper, and lives every day as a fully devote warrior of RiverClan. Rather than being simply indifferent to the world around him, as his calm, serious demeanor might suggest, Silverblaze is in truth a kind and caring cat, looking out for the cats near him and all those within RiverClan. Particularly holding a fondness for kits and young apprentices, but extending to all those he cares for, the deputy can speak with a kind voice and show compassion, and does on a day to day basis. While kind however, Silverblaze can be strict at times, not roughly so, but strict all the same. He expects the clan to be maintained and orderly, and dislikes trouble or disruption of any kind. Being deputy, he does hold firm that other warriors and cats of the clan should follow his word, and if they don’t or argue, he can become quickly annoyed. Finally, perhaps more present on the field of battle than anytime else, but present always, is that Silverblaze is a brave and honorable cat. Courageous, the RiverClan deputy will rarely run from a fight, and in truth depending on the situation may be one of the last to decide to retreat rather than battle. As with his determination, there is little that can forcefully cause the silver tabby to back down or cower, and he holds a stout heart in the fray. Silverblaze also follows the Warrior Code and rarely strays from it, respecting StarClan and its laws in a high regard, as well as the cats around him with a warriors respect, at least usually. This honor also gives way to honesty, one of the reasons why he is so blunt of speech. Though it may not be graceful, Silverblaze speaks what’s on his mind, honest yes, but an annoyance to more than one cat likely.

Lastly, Silverblaze holds some traits that are either hidden within him or are more present in certain situations, though they are always within his heart. For one, perhaps the most evident, is that the deputy has pride, and it shows. Because of his fierce loyalty to RiverClan, the tom holds his clan in high regard, and in some ways see’s his clan as the top clan in the lake territory. Insults to his own pride can cause him to become annoyed, but especially if another cat or clan mocks or somehow spits upon the name of RiverClan, he can be swift to anger and even swifter to act, his usual calm demeanor giving way to such pride. And given his stubbornness, Silverblaze is also one to hold grudges for a long time. To other cats not of RiverClan, and a cause of his pride, the deputy can also be rather unwelcoming. He may not outright insult you, unless you’ve gained his anger, but he’ll likely turn a cold shoulder and hold what you have to say in little regard. Also going with this, Silverblaze is quite untrusting when it comes to the cats of the other clans, seeing RiverClan cats as always truthful while the other clans would like more than anything to lie and deceive true and honorable cats, RiverClan cats of course. Together this pride and cold attitude towards other clans is quite narrow-minded, but in the aspect of clan diplomacy, Silverblaze is rightly called that. It’s RiverClan or nothing to him, and he always puts his clan first, whether it’s called for or not. Finally, Silverblaze is an ambitious cat. Ever since his first beginnings as a kit, the deputy has always strived to prove himself to those around him, as well as holding a stubborn grudge against defeat, always wanting, and needing, to succeed. While his ambition doesn’t spark through in day to day clan life, depending on his mind set or the event at hand, his ambition can overrule a large part of who he is. If driven hard enough, and fueled by anger or determination, Silverblaze can lose some of the virtues he holds dear, such as his kindness and even the Warrior Code.

Overall, Silverblaze is a calm cat, not one to easily lose his wits, and always keeps a serious air around him, regarding every situation with careful observation and a strong determination. Though he is rather stubborn and blunt in his words, the deputy is cunning, able to weave intricate ideas and words, and also being quick of mind. However, to anyone who knows him they can say he’s a caring cat, showing compassion to the clan he holds dear. And how he regards RiverClan, being loyal to his clan until the very end of time, and willing to fight and die for those he calls his fellow clan cats. Occasionally strict with his ways, Silverblaze is honorable with the Warrior Code and also brave in a battle. However, the RiverClan deputy does have a pride, and the silver tabby has been known to be a fierce defender of his clan, verbally and physically, and will forgo his calm attitude into anger if his pride or the name of his clan is insulted. Along with this, Silverblaze is quite unwelcoming to cats of the other clan, able to stand them, but not enjoying their company, and not trusting them in the slightest until his opinion is swayed otherwise. Finally, underlying this all, the tom is an ambitious cat, always wishing to prove himself and to succeed in his own right, whether doing so nobly, or given enough cause, not.

History:

Kithood

Silverblaze was born 39 moons ago within the RiverClan camp, Silverkit at the time. His father was a brave yet grim silver tabby warrior of RiverClan named Wolfheart, while his mother was a beautiful and kind solid black she-cat, at the time a queen, named Nighttail. Silverkit was just one of three kits born in the litter, Silverkit having a brother and a sister. His brother was a silver tabby like Silverkit and his father, though Otterkits’, as he was called, fur was a slightly lighter silver, more like his father, while Silverkit took on traits of his mother and a darker pelt. His sister was like her mother, solid black with dazzling yellow eyes, and was named Crowkit. Like all kits, they would spend the initial sunrises of their lives within the RiverClan nursery, tended to by Nighttail as they began to grow.

Life for the family would shatter early on however. Silverkit and his siblings were an odd littler, having been born later than usual in the time of leaf-fall. The lives of the kits were fretted over by many, and some did not think the scraps of fur would survive the rapidly approaching leaf-bare and the harsh conditions that accompanied it. Luckily, Silverkit and his siblings were able to stave off that leaf-bare, and survived with only the usual hardships a kit faced at the time, despite their unusually early age to have to go through such a time. Nighttail, unfortunately, was a different story. Having had her birthing so near to leaf-bare, the queen had not fully recovered her strength by the time the first snow had begun to drift down from the sky, and because of her weakened state, she contracted whitecough early on. Despite the best efforts of the clans’ medicine cat, Nighttail soon worsened and showed the signs of greencough, and within a moon she had passed away. Silverkit and his siblings were still too young to fully feel the effects of losing their mother, and as Nighttail was buried the kits were given under the care of another queen, a calico she-cat named Featherwish, who at the time had no kits of her own.

Under the care of Featherwish, the three kits lived through the rest of that first leaf-bare, and with the coming of newleaf they began to leave the nursery, having grown enough to warrant exploration of the camp and natural kit curiosity. In these early moons Silverkit proved to be a cautious and timid kit, willing to explore the limits of the RiverClan camp with his siblings, but always shy of the other clan cats and never straying far from his brother and sister. His brother, however, was almost the exact opposite. While Silverkit was one simply to meekly go about and learn through watching or listening to stories from the elders, Otterkit was adventurous and brash, wanting to speak with warriors and spar. Crowkit was also similar, talkative and explorative, and while not as rash or headstrong as Otterkit had begun to become, she was still always willing to see new things and places. But even though she was in many ways similar to Otterkit, Crowkit and Silverkit from these first moons out in the camp had begun to grow a strong bond, Crowkit encouraging the timid Silverkit to follow them on “adventures” and both of them enjoying each other’s company. Crowkit was also a frequent companion of Otterkit’s, going with him even when Silverkit did not, but she would always come back to Silverkit, and the two would often be found playing together. The relationship between Silverkit and Otterkit was another story however.

The death of Nighttail had taken a hard hit on the kit’s father, Wolfheart, and during that leaf-bare he had spent a great deal of his time lamenting her passing, and it was not until newleaf crept into the RiverClan camp did he turn his eye towards his kits. While Featherwish continued to care for them, it was during this time that Wolfheart began to visit his kits more frequently. However, the warrior took a visible and painfully obvious preference over Crowkit, the small black she-cat reminding him of his dead mate. And while Wolfheart would pour all his affection onto Crowkit, making sure she was happy and content, the warrior would show almost the exact opposite to Silverkit and Otterkit. To the brothers Wolfheart would frequently scold them, his grim nature directed towards the two kits, goading them and commanding them to train for their apprenticeship, rather than play as kits normally did. It was in this way that while Crowkit and Silverkit grew close, and even Crowkit and Otterkit remained welcome to each other, a deep rivalry, almost hatred, began to expand itself between Silverkit and Otterkit. They would constantly fight for their fathers’ attention, always wishing to please him and earn his praise, which was rare in itself.

It was in these confrontations that Silverkit would show his future determination and even pride, his meek nature becoming one of anger at his brother and holding a fierce will to fight him. But regardless of his determination, Silverkit was early on evident to be the smallest of the three, and his larger brother, more than eager to fight with his violent nature, was typically the winner of their battles. Otterkit was also arrogant, and would frequently gloat when Wolfheart spoke of some form of praise to him and not to Silverkit, further angering and scarring Silverkits pride, the brothers further dividing from each other. Life for Silverkit would get even harder than this however. While most of his love was directed towards Crowkit, Wolfheart still regarded Otterkit with a measure of fondness, given his strong body and even stronger will to fight, his rashness, or in Wolfheart’s eyes, determination to win, appealing to the warriors’ mind. In Silverkit however, Wolfheart found only disappointment. Unlike his brother and even his sister, Silverkit was timid, and though he also held determination in his spars with his brother, his frequent losing streak was regarded as an embarrassment to Wolfheart, who saw only a weak warrior in his kit. While Featherwish held a fondness for all three of her adopted kits, and Silverkit would find some comfort in her, it was in his kithood that Silverkit especially found a companion in Crowkit, their bond growing only stronger, with the young she-cat being Silverkit’s only true friend in the clan at this early stage in his life.

Aside from the emotional battle Silverkit continually fought between his brother and father, the early moons of the kit were generally well doing, and as the moons passed on Silverkit grew in both mind and body, and soon he was ready to leave the nursery permanently. At the age of six moons, all three kits were apprenticed to warriors of RiverClan. Silverkit would be apprenticed to a white tom named Blizzardfur, Silverkit becoming Silverpaw. Silverpaw at this time had begun to take on some of the traits that would define him later on. Despite his battles with Otterkit, he left the nursery with a generally good air. The meek, timid, and cautious cat was left behind, and instead Silverpaw became kind towards those around him, and rather than being shy, was more welcome towards the other cats of RiverClan. He also became a more serious minded cat, his kit playfulness and curiosity being replaced with a determined and centered mind. Entering into his apprenticeship, Silverpaw would begin to become the cat he is now.

Apprenticeship

Silverpaw entered into his apprenticeship with a fierce determination to succeed, immediately setting out to become the best possible apprentice, and consequently warrior, that he could be. Training under Blizzardfur, Silverpaw began to learn the knowledge and skills that one day would enable the cat to become a full warrior of RiverClan. Though his body had developed normally, as an apprentice Silverpaw was still one of the smallest cats within the apprentice den, but as the training sessions with Blizzardfur went on, it quickly became apparent that this was not a crippling fact for the apprentice. Silverpaw was one of the most agile and quick cats out of all the apprentices and through the watchful gaze and instructions of his mentor, the silver tabby began to hone the future skills of battle that he would need as a warrior, using his dexterity and precision to fight, rather than physical bulk as some warriors might. Silverpaw was also quickly recognized as an excellent hunter, his sense capable of picking prey out from the river or the reeds, and his own speed allowing him to quickly and silently bring fresh-kill back to the clan.

Though he excelled in battle and in hunting, this was not the only thing that Silverpaw learned under Blizzardfur. The mentor taught Silverpaw about the warrior code and about the life of a warrior and the duties that accompanied. His serious and determined nature moving his actions, the apprentice was always one to heed the words of his mentor, and through the teachings of Blizzardfur Silverpaw learned much of his clan and of the laws set forth by StarClan. It was in these tales and words of RiverClan that Silverpaw truly began to form the fierce loyalty to his clan that would be a chief trait of the cat in his later life. It also during this time that the sense of honor that Silverpaw would hold also began to encase his heart, the apprentice following Blizzardfur’s every word and heeding the warrior code with utmost vigilance and attention. Overall, in the moons of his apprenticeship Silverpaw gained the knowledge and skills, both physical and mental, that would later enable him to become a warrior, and he also did so with relative success. His obedience to Blizzardfur and his intense will to succeed in the end made it so Silverpaw was always one of the top, at least in the eyes of the other warriors, apprentices within the clan, and that his own abilities grew continuously due to his devotion to becoming better.

While his mentor, Blizzardfur, and the other cats of his clan generally approved of the calm yet determined Silverpaw, towards the other apprentices the situation was much more complicated. Despite the move from the nursery to the apprentice den, Otterpaw and Silverpaw did not lessen in their growing hatred for each other, and as they grew in body and trained with their respective mentors, their squabbles and fights intensified. Continually gaining and perfecting fighting moves, the brother’s fights at this time period were more than competitive spars as they were when the pair were kits, but at times full out brawls, many having to be broken up by their mentors or other warriors of RiverClan. Though most ended before blood could be spilt, it was not beyond the wishes of the brothers to see such a thing, the arrogant and headstrong Otterpaw wishing to continually best his brother, and teach Silverpaw “his place”. Silverpaw, however, despite his calm and generally good nature, matched, and due to his pride, sometimes soared above the anger Otterpaw felt for him, his own hatred burning within. It was not just these skirmishes that defined the rift between the brothers however; almost everything was a competition between them, and more than one being not in good intent. From hunting to patrols to even fetching fresh moss for the elders bedding, it was a test of strength between the two brothers, Otterpaw and his large size and strength verse Silverpaw and his speed and skill.

The other apprentices in the clan generally stayed away from the brother’s conflict, most preferring to keep to their own business, and only associating with Silverpaw or Otterpaw when the other wasn’t present, and peace prevailed. To those who did on occasion get involved however, most tended to side with Otterpaw, Silverpaw’s brother having a more dominating and commanding presence as opposed to Silverpaw’s thin frame and generally quite nature. Silverpaw did find an ally in his sister though. Crowpaw typically attempted to mediate between the brothers, causing a great deal fewer brawls and arguments between Silverpaw and Otterpaw then if she had not been present. But if things got out of control, Crowpaw would stand up for Silverpaw, the bond they formed when they were just kits shining through as the dark she-cat would attempt to protect Silverpaw against Otterpaw’s arrogant jeer. While Silverpaw was more than willing to stand up for himself, and in the heat of the moment usually hated his sister’s mediation, he came to respect the energetic but level headed Crowpaw, and the two of them grew closer together while in the apprentice den, hunting and performing other apprentice tasks together, and simply enjoying each other’s company when not with their mentors or working.

Silverpaw would go on to continue his apprentice training for seven moons, learning the ways of his clan and the ways of a warrior. Nearing the end of this time, the silver tabby would become mostly who he would be throughout the rest of his life, his personality forming into what it is mostly now. The small tom was respected by his mentor for his calm yet determined nature and his cunning in their training sessions and the courage in battle he displayed while out on patrol. Silverpaw was also generally liked by the cats of RiverClan, barring a few exceptions like his brother Otterpaw, because of his caring and gentle nature, but especially the fierce loyalty Silverpaw had for his fellow clan cats since his first beginnings as an apprentice. His pride and occasional bouts of anger with his brother were known by the cats around him, but in light of his more prevalent attitude and demeanor, many simply looked past it. One trait that truly began to shine however, whether for good or bad at the time, during his moons as an apprentice was Silverpaw’s ambition. Because of the scorn shown by his father and brother when he was a kit, Silverpaw became an apprentice determined to prove himself to everyone, a mindset that would carry through the rest of his life. This attitude soon developed into a fierce ambition, and while most of it was tempered, generally only regarded as a determination in day to day life, Silverpaw began to give rise to a win or nothing view. His only choice was to succeed, and if he didn’t, not only would he see it as a failure, but a personal fault, that because of his pride Silverpaw would set out to fix it. While usually he would do so through hard work, the tom would begin to at times become selfish and loose his calm, gentle nature, seeking only to raise himself rather than the clan he loved.

At the age of thirteen moons, Silverpaw would begin to make his way in the clan. During one day in leaf-bare, Silverpaw and his sister Crowpaw were out hunting in RiverClan territory, as they frequently did. A late season storm had just passed and the river was swollen beyond its usual banks, its surface a swirling torrent of water. The pair was doing well, keeping out of the river and simply hunting along its banks, when they spotted some RiverClan kits nearby, who had sneaked out of the camp to go exploring. Unfortunately, they had decide to go on an adventure near the most dangerous part at the time of RiverClan territory, and even as Silverpaw and Crowpaw ran towards them warning them to stay away, to their horror one of the kits slipped and fell into the river. Without thinking, Silverpaw plunged himself into the wild current of the overflowing river, and as Crowpaw and the other kits followed him on the bank, he desperately struggled to reach the drowning kit. StarClan was on the toms’ side that day however, as despite nearly drowning himself, Silverpaw was able to grab the kit and using a branch that had fallen across the water in the storm he pulled himself with the help of Crowpaw onto the bank, both he and the kit safe, though wet and aching.

Silverpaw and Crowpaw would return to the RiverClan camp, and upon seeing the kits back safely to the nursery, left to continue their duties as apprentices. But the pair would be surprised, as only several sunrises later they would learn the overwhelming news. Through the kits the clan learned of the danger Silverpaw and Crowpaw faced when they rescued the kits, and of the skill they showed that day. Combined with an already seven moons of apprenticeship and the word of their mentors, Silverpaw and Crowpaw would become warriors of RiverClan. With the knowledge and skills they had learned, and with the promise both brother and sister showed in serving their clan in the future, they faced the ceremony side by side, heads and tails held high and proud as they were given their warrior names before RiverClan, and ultimately before StarClan. Silverpaw would become Silverblaze, after the determination and strength of heart he showed to his clan in his actions, while Crowpaw became Crowflight, after her graceful figure and the hopeful mindset she carried.

Naturally, because Silverblaze became a warrior before Otterpaw, the silver tabby’s brother scoffed at the new warrior, though Otterpaw would go on to become Ottertail merely a half-moon later. One family member however, the cats father Wolfheart, would not attend their warrior ceremony. One moon before they became warriors, Wolfheart would be grievously wounded in a border fight, and though being taken to the RiverClan medicine cat, died a sunrise later from the blood he lost. The death struck Crowflight hard, but it was all but lost to Silverblaze and Ottertail in light of their growing rivalry and hatred. While Ottertail simply regarded his father’s passing as a sign that he was outdoing the aged cat and would be the next greatest warrior in the clan, Silverblaze had always viewed Wolfheart with some measure of hatred, and his death, though later to be viewed with remorse, would be seen for a great deal of time by the silver tabby as almost a relief, Wolfheart’s death essentially being the final release for Silverblaze from the difficulties of his kithood. But whatever they faced, the family would now face it as warriors, though tragedy would again lie just around the next tree for Silverblaze and his brother and sister.

Life as a Warrior

Silverblaze would go on to live a rather successful warrior life. Almost immediately upon becoming a full warrior of RiverClan, the silver tabby began to show the true extent of the fierce loyalty he had towards his clan. Whenever he was on a border patrol or even at gatherings, Silverblaze would be the first warrior in and the last out when it came to a fight, whether one of claws and teeth or one of words. In battle he battled with the courage and strong will that had followed him through his moons as an apprentice, and his reputation as a skilled warrior, despite his small frame, grew among the cats of RiverClan. Silverblaze was also regarded as an honorable cat, a trait that was present as an apprentice, but one that especially began to show when the silver tabby became a warrior. Fully expected to know and follow the warrior code, he did just that, and becoming a warrior did little to dampen the general approval the clan felt for their new warrior. His pride did at times cause some conflict, especially during gatherings, where Silverblaze would viciously defend his clan, occasionally getting into conflicts with cats of the other three clans, which especially at this time one could see he viewed with mistrust and contempt. But whether one would say his loyalty went too far, in the moons of being a warrior, few could say Silverblaze did not give his entire effort into his clan, and most cats of RiverClan during this time saw Silverblaze as a warrior that would do much during his life.

But if there was one cat that viewed Silverblaze with kindness, it was Crowflight. The two spent a great deal of time together following the vigil they shared on the first night as warriors. Whether on a hunting or border patrol or simply going across RiverClan territory together, the brother and sister grew very close. Companions in the world, they were the closest of friends, and while they came to know and respect the other warriors and cats of their clan, Silverblaze and Crowflight would find the greatest moments and the most happiness when they were exploring and running through the reeds with each other. Ottertail was no different however from when the cats were apprentices, or even as kits. Not forgetting the “insult” Silverblaze displayed when he became a warrior before Ottertail, who saw himself as more competent and generally a greater warrior than his brother, the light silver tabby would still display his hatred for his smaller brother. Given their status as RiverClan warriors now, Silverblaze and Ottertail no longer physically fought openly as they had when they were apprentices, but Ottertail still would jeer and mock Silverblaze, the larger tom and his followers making sure that Silverblaze knew of his pitiful nature, and of how useless of a warrior he was. Though Crowflight insisted that her brother simply forget Ottertail’s words and hostile demeanor, Crowflight and Ottertail having grown apart since their warrior ceremonies in light of their widely different opinions on their brother, Silverblaze’s pride flared greater than his sisters calming words, and the anger that had burned in the tom’s heart rose once more, becoming even greater than what he felt as a kit or even as an apprentice.

Despite the anger that began to grow in Silverblaze’s heart and mind, the warrior proved to be capable and extremely loyal to his clan in the early moons of his time as a RiverClan warrior. Eventually, Silverblaze was given an apprentice, a young white tom named Snowpaw. For six moons the silver tabby would pass all that he had learned while he was apprenticed under Blizzardfur as well as the experience he gained as a warrior onto Snowpaw, the tom growing under Silverblaze’s watchful eye. Having an apprentice caused the warrior to be proud, and gave him the sense that he was a true warrior of RiverClan, his mentoring being but just one additional way he could serve the clan. Though he was a rather strict mentor, Silverblaze did keep his gentle nature with Snowpaw, and while the white tom was pushed and closely watched as he trained, the silver tabby was always quick to give credit and approval to Snowpaw when he succeeded, and though he would frown on failure given his own ambition and expectation of excellence from his apprentice, he was also be careful in explaining how to fix them, and was rarely one to turn to anger or one to over exert his apprentice. It was in this way that while Silverblaze carried on with his warrior duties, he also trained Snowpaw with few hardships, and at the end of six moons proudly stood as the white tom’s mentor in his naming ceremony, Silverblaze’s first apprentice becoming Snowstep.

Near the end of Snowstep’s apprenticeship, RiverClan was attacked by one of its neighboring clans. Silverblaze fought in the battle, and like always he gave his entire heart to protecting the cats of his clan, and defending RiverClan’s name in general, and eventually the day was won, Silverblaze as well as all the warriors in the clan battling with StarClan’s approval that day. But it was not Silverblaze’s attendance within the battle that was important, but its outcome. During the battle the clan’s deputy was killed when the fighting got particularly rough, and though victory belonged to RiverClan, it was a bittersweet victory as they witnessed the passing of a warrior that had helped guide them for many moons. Sorrow prevailed over the camp for several sunrises, but on the first moonrise following the battle, the clan leader appointed her new deputy. Silverblaze had never expected to become the deputy, though prideful he was relatively humble, and also realized he was still a rather young warrior, despite the dedication he showed to his fellow clan cats. But what he would never expect was for Ottertail, his arrogant brother who had bullied and harassed him since their kithood, to become RiverClans next deputy. But it was so, and that day would bring about the path that would change Silverblaze’s life more than he expected, and in a way he would never even dream of happening.

Being deputy gave Ottertail many more duties, and despite his headstrong and mocking behavior, the light silver tabby was still a loyal RiverClan warrior, and proved his self as a capable deputy early on. But that did not mean Ottertail would not forget Silverblaze. Though not open about his hatred, it was still painfully evident that Ottertail was not ready to close the gap between them, and as the moons of his time as a warrior continued, Silverblaze became aware of his brothers targeting. The tom was seldom picked for patrols, border or hunting, if it was left to Ottertail to decide, and if it wasn’t for his leader it was likely Silverblaze would not have even been allowed to attend gatherings. Though he still served RiverClan with his full zeal, the cat grew increasingly frustrated at his brother. Not only was his pride being stung by his brothers evident mockery and scorn, but Ottertail was preventing Silverblaze from aiding his clan, which to the silver tabby was worse above all else. And so it came that at the age of thirty four moons the anger and hatred that had boiled in Silverblaze for many moons finally grew enough, that combined with his ambition, the tom decided to prove his brothers words wrong, to prove himself to his entire clan that he was not weak like Ottertail continually pinned him as. And because of this Silverblaze set out on a path of revenge.

And thus would begin the one part of Silverblaze’s life where his ambition, pride, and cunning were pooled together, and one could safely say darkness ruled his heart for the final sunrises of being a warrior. Seemingly forgetting his calm and collected mindset, the teachings of his mentor Blizzardfur, and even of the warrior code itself, Silverblaze prepared to teach his brother the final lesson, to show that he would not be the target of scorn without a fight. And this time it would be a fight that Silverblaze swore in his heart that he would not lose. Out of all the cats it was Crowflight that noticed the sudden change in Silverblaze, and while she occasionally questioned and fretted over him, the silver tabby was always quick to brush her off and the bond they shared prevented Crowflight from openly confronting her brother, though Silverblaze’s actions worried her greatly. But even if Crowflight had noticed the grim darkness that had begun to edge into Silverblaze’s mind and heart, she would never have even come close to guessing what his true intentions were. And it was following one particularly violent storm that Silverblaze set into motion, and nothing would be the same come sundown that same day.

Silverblaze convinced Ottertail to follow him out of the RiverClan camp, the light silver tabby begrudgingly following his brother, his mocking anger barred by his duty as RiverClan deputy. For Silverblaze had lied to his brother, telling Ottertail that he had spotted another clan’s cats in their territory. Leading him to the river, which had become swollen and violent from the storm that had only just recently swept across the territory and left, the warrior approached the swirling torrents with only one intention in mind. While Silverblaze had saved a RiverClan kit from the river on a day much like the one he was in while an apprentice, the same event that had made him into a warrior, the silver tabby would do the exact opposite, or hoped to, than what he had done those many moons ago. Silverblaze had planned for several sunrises to lure Ottertail near the river and force him in, allowing the torrential currents to drown Ottertail, the swirling water likely being even too much for the RiverClan deputy. He would be rid of his brother forever, and the pain that he had caused Silverblaze would be paid in full.

But even as they came near the river, no such thing occurred. For though it was not another clan that was invading RiverClan territory, a group of rogues had chosen that day to attack the RiverClan cats, and the two groups, the rogues and Silverblaze with his brother, crossed paths beside the overflowing river. What followed was a fierce battle, both Silverblaze and Ottertail forgetting the rivalry they had for their dedication to RiverClan, and both fighting against the rogues to defend their fellow clan cats, side by side. In the shrieking, claw and blood filled brawl that ensued, Silverblaze realized the darkness that had burned in his mind for the past sunrises, and once again took to heart the traits that had defined him, and what he cared for, honor and courage, but above all else, his loyalty to his friends and fellow cats of RiverClan. But even though Silverblaze continued the fight with a fierce will and fiery heart, not one of hate as it had been, but one of dedication in light of protecting his clan, both he and his larger brother were outnumbered. They fought valiantly, but eventually Silverblaze yowled in pain as the leader of the rogues, a large and powerful brown tabby tom, pinned him to the ground. And as much as the silver tabby struggled, he could only watch in terror as the leader raised his gleaming claws for the finishing kill.

But StarClan did not have Silverblaze’s death destined that day, and the brown tabby was pulled off just in time by Ottertail, who despite the hate they carried for each other, saved his brother’s life. It would not be the end of the battle though, and as Silverblaze held off the remaining rogues, Ottertail and the leader of the band of rogues fought. Ottertail fought bravely and with the skill of RiverClan, but his foe matched him with force and brutal power, and so as the fight they shared continued, neither noticed the river beside them. And thus it came to pass, that even as Silverblaze turned as a snarl of anger and fear rang out behind him, the silver tabby could watch only with wide eyes of pure horror as the leader of the rogues, and his brother Ottertail, collided and both fell into the river, disappearing within a few heartbeats beneath the swirling waves. It was likely that in his shock Silverblaze would have been killed as well by the remaining rogues, but with their leader dead, they retreated and fled from RiverClan territory. But such a victory would provide no joy to the wounded and ragged tom.

Silverblaze searched the river and RiverClan territory until the moon began to rise, but eventually he admitted defeat, and even as he mournfully walked back to the RiverClan camp with the light of Silverpelt on his back, he knew his brother was up there among StarClan now. News of the battle with the rogues and Ottertail’s death was taken hard by the clan, and though there was no body for the usual ceremony of mourning to occur, mourning RiverClan still did for the passing of their deputy. But none took it harder than Silverblaze. It took the death of his brother to realize his mistake, and the gaping hole that now rested within the silver tabby’s heart told him the error of his feelings. Though it was true they had never shared love, Ottertail was still Silverblaze’s brother, and in his passing the tom finally learned this. Though he would return to his usual self within several sunrises, Silverblaze would always carry the weight of his brother’s death, for in his mind one thing was clear. Ottertail’s death was his fault, for even though he had not killed his brother, if it had not been for Silverblaze they would not have been near the river, and his brother would still be there, jeering at Silverblaze, but still alive. And it was the knowledge of this that hurt Silverblaze the most, and it would be a pain he would carry for many moons to come.

His mourning would take several sunrises, and it would consume his thoughts for that time, enough so that he forgot that RiverClan needed a new deputy. And it was because of this, but even in general, he did not expect what was to come next. Silverblaze had informed his leader and the clan what had happened at the river, though even in his own guilt he made no mention of the true reason why Silverblaze and Ottertail were at the river, and news of the brothers holding off the rogues to protect their clan spread throughout all the cats. And this event, as well as the moons of fierce loyalty and spirit that Silverblaze had shown since becoming a warrior to his clan, was what caused a great change in the silver tabby’s life. For the tom was named the next RiverClan deputy, to serve his clan not only as a warrior, but as RiverClan’s second-in-command. Though the news came as a great shock, it also increased the guilt even more for Silverblaze in the initial sunrises since the announcement. He was replacing his brother, the brother whom the silver tabby murdered in his mind, and to the cat Ottertail still should have been deputy. But regardless of his feelings, twenty one moons since becoming a warrior, Silverblaze would now be deputy, a position he would never have dreamed of achieving, or even imagined how he would achieve it.

A New Deputy

Though he would always carry the pain of his brother’s death in his heart, soon after becoming deputy Silverblaze began to return to his usual self. He once again became the dedicated and fierce warrior of RiverClan that he was before, his deputy duties changing nothing except for allowing him to serve his clan in a new way. Silverblaze would grow accustom to being deputy, and soon found that contrary to what one might expect given his conflict filled past, he was a generally popular deputy. His kind yet calm demeanor and loyalty to RiverClan made many cats smile on him becoming the clan’s new deputy, and while he was still a relatively young warrior and still new to the position, a great deal of RiverClan’s cats looked with promise to the future with Silverblaze as deputy. Becoming deputy also did not dampen the relation Silverblaze had with Crowflight, and following his brother’s death, the tom and his sister once again grew close. Though Silverblaze would always feel responsible for Ottertail’s death, he once again shared a friendship with Crowflight, and life all together returned to semi-normality for the tom, barring few exceptions.

And this is where Silverblaze is now. Having been RiverClans deputy for only five moons, he is still quite new the position, and relatively inexperienced. However, moons of training and fighting for his clan has given Silverblaze a reputation as a skilled warrior, and his own nature making him well liked within the clan has given the new deputy a promising future. But while the future looks bright, Silverblaze faces it with the pain of the past. Though he still shares a close friendship with his sister Crowflight, the tom will never forget his brother, and his death has pained him greatly. The silver tabby still keeps his dark intentions of that single day secret, and has told no one the true reason why they were near the river that battle, but the guilt he holds is true, and it is a chapter of his life that he carries with him in hurtful remembrance. But regardless of his past and what might have occurred, Silverblaze does look forward to the future. And one thing can be truly said about the cat. Whatever StarClan holds in destiny for Silverblaze, he will face it with dedication and bravery, for his self, his sister, and for all of RiverClan.

RP Sample

(Takes place when Silverblaze was an apprentice, Silverpaw at the time.)

Silverpaw’s mind raced furiously as his paws trashed within the river, waves of frigid water whipping around him as he struggled in the powerful current. On either side of him the banks of the river rushed by, their lush and green sides pulling away as the overflowing river grabbed and forced the silver tabby towards its center. Suddenly with a cry Silverpaw dipped beneath the surface, the cold and silent water of the river surrounding his entire head and body, the chilled current wrapping its embrace around the cat as if death itself was inviting him. But a moment later Silverpaw broke the surface of the river, sputtering water as his eyes darted towards the shore. Moving his paws, the apprentice began to swim towards the nearest bank, but even though he was a cat of RiverClan, he was still a young apprentice, and the currents, which would have likely stopped even an experienced warrior, pushed against his struggle, and Silverpaw made no progress despite his rapid and frantic paw strokes.

He knew in the back of his mind that he should have listened to his mentor Blizzardfur that day. Leaf-bare had just passed, and almost every cat within RiverClan knew the melting of the snow was more rapid than usual, and that the river that ran itself through their territory had swelled over its banks with the increase of water. Even the aged and experienced warriors within the clan were told by their leader to stay away from its banks, preferring for the torrent of water and wave to die down naturally rather than risk any cats of RiverClan. But Silverpaw had not understood at the time, and had bade Blizzardfur take him hunting, wanting to not only increase his own skills through training, but also wishing to prove his worth to the clan by fetching fresh-kill when no one else dared to from the river. But his mentor had told him to stay within the camp, and had even grown angry when Silverpaw had pushed the topic. The silver tabby did stay in the camp for some time, but eventually he made up his mind, and had left to go hunting anyway, on his own. He would show them that he wouldn’t be scared by a bunch of water.

One would have thought that Silverpaw would have abandoned his hunt when he saw the river firsthand, and while the tom did marvel at the strength of the river, at its swirling depths, its flowing length, he did not abandon his mission. He had made up his mind, and he would bring back fresh-kill for the clan. Even his mentor wouldn’t be able to be mad at him if he provided food for RiverClan! That had been Silverpaw’s thoughts, and for awhile he had simply stalked the banks of the river, looking for a spot in the storm of water to catch some prey. Eventually he had found a branch that had been knocked across the river, and once he was on top of the jutting piece of wood, he had begun to look for fish within the water. But what the apprentice didn’t expect was for the branch to become dislodged from the bank when a wave hit its surface, the mud around it cascading down the banks as the branch was flung from the shore, Silverpaw falling with a surprised yowl off its surface, and into the dark murky water, far from shore and without anyone know he was gone from the camp.

But Silverpaw would not simply admit defeat, and even as he stopped his futile attempt at swimming, he still struggled to keep above the water, and glanced around him to see if he could spot anything. His strength was draining fast, and the young apprentice feared that if he remained in the water much longer he would run out of energy to keep up the battle, and would die in the rivers frozen depths. But as the thought crossed his mind, Silverpaw pushed it away, determination replacing it quickly. If his mouth wasn’t struggling to keep above the water, he would have growled in defiance, for though he had gotten himself in this mess, the silver tabby would not simply let himself fall without a fight. Using his paws Silverpaw turned his body around in the water, and soon spotted with a jump of hope what he was looking for. A gathering of rocks protruded into the water, large, round boulders, though with the river in its state only the topmost sections of the stones stood out, their gray surfaces glistening with moisture in the spray and mist of the pounding river. The rocks would be the only chance Silverpaw would have at rescuing himself, or else he would soon be thrown into the middle of the lake, and then he stood no chance of keeping up the battle to safety.

Using all the will he possessed, Silverpaw stopped his thrashing body, keeping only enough motion to keep afloat, his entire concentration going towards the rocks that were coming towards him. He only had one chance, and if he missed it, only one thing could follow. Narrowing his blue eyes, the apprentice waited a heartbeat, then another, until the islands of stone were just ahead of him. Kicking out with his paws, Silverpaw lurched his body forward, digging into the water with his front paws, frantically searching for the surface of the rocks. And then his claws hit the hard, rough boulders, and gripping onto them with all his might, the silver tabby began to pull himself towards the rocks, using his hind legs to kick into the water and propel himself further up the slope of the boulder. With the last bit of strength that the weary apprentice possessed, Silverpaw pulled himself onto the rock, the frigid waters of the river being left behind as he climbed rapidly onto the top of the stone, his claws extended as they gripped the rough surface.

His grey fur clumped together and with streams of water running off of his body, Silverpaw knew he wasn’t out of danger left. The rock in which he stood on was dry land, but it still wasn’t as safe as the dry land of the bank in front of him, and the apprentice set out to reach it. Inching himself towards the edge of the rock, Silverpaw gathered his wits, let out a single breath, and then jumped. A heartbeat later his paws landed at the edge of the next closest stone, his body teetering dangerously, but he kept his grip and made his way towards the center of the rock. Silverpaw repeated this motion again and again, hopping from rock to rock until he was but one away from the shore. His breath came in ragged rasps, as the toll of the entire ordeal was more than he had ever faced before. But he knew he had to keep going, and if he could just reach the bank, he would be safe.

The only problem was, the final stone that lay between the one in which Silverpaw stood on, and the bank, was farther than the rest, the river having pushed higher up its sides and leaving only a small island in the roaring waters. Several tail-lengths away, it was the only obstacle left before Silverpaw could return to the RiverClan camp. Lowering his body, the young apprentice gathered what energy he had left, and prepared for the final jump. Springing forward, the force of his paws pushing off the rock caused Silverpaw to sail through the air, but in his weary state the jump had been wrongly calculated, and the silver tabby fell short, his front paws landing on the rocks as the back part of his body splashed and sank into the frigid river once more. His claws scratching uselessly against the slippery surface of the stone, Silverpaw felt himself slipping back into the depths of the river, his eyes wide in horror as he was pulled by the fierce current.

Suddenly, at the corner of his eyes Silverpaw saw a flash of white, but before he could tilt his gaze to see what it was, the cats’ claws slid from the stone, and he felt himself falling beneath the water with a yowl of terror. His eyes shut tight, it took a moment for the apprentice to realize he wasn’t fully in the water, and at that moment he felt the grip of something on his scruff, and his body being heaved up the side of the rock. His paws feeling the stone once more, Silverpaw snapped his eyes open and immediately leapt to the edge of the stone, and without even a pause, he jumped the final gap, landing safely on the moist and green bank. At the feeling of mud and grass beneath his paws the apprentice let out a silent thanks to StarClan, before turning around back towards the river. And immediately he wished he hadn’t, the silver tabby jumping back with a look of horror in his eyes.

Jumping from the closest stone in the river and landing on the bank only several pawsteps away from Silverblaze was the apprentices mentor, Blizzardfur. The white tom shook his pelt from the moisture of the river, and a heartbeat later his eyes had turned to glare at the heaving and dripping apprentice in front of him. For a moment Silverblaze thought of running, but then realizing it did not matter either way, his look of fear was replaced with one of embarrassment as he cast his eyes to the ground, his tail curling around his paws as he sat on the bank. Padding over towards him, Blizzardfur looked down at his apprentice, his tail lashing lightly behind him. ”What were you thinking Silverpaw! You could have drowned you mouse-brained fool!” the white tom growled, but a moment later his bristling fur relaxed, and the mentor replaced his glare with a look of pity. Motioning with his tail towards Silverpaw, he beckoned the silver tabby to follow, as he began to make his way back towards the RiverClan camp.

Silverpaw picked himself up from the ground, and still keeping his blue eyes on the ground below him, he followed his mentor, his ears flat against his head and his tail trailing low to the ground behind. Glancing back at the apprentice, Blizzardfur shook his head. ”Let’s get you back to the camp. We’ll have the medicine cat take a look at you.” Nodding solemnly, Silverpaw trailed behind his mentor, the white tom casting one final look at his apprentice before returning his attention before him as he led Silverpaw towards the RiverClan camp. Behind him, Silverpaw lifted up his head, and despite his ragged body, the slightly painful breaths that escaped him, and the rather pitiful look his clumped and dripping fur bore, he glared in defiance at his mentor. Silverpaw wouldn’t deny that what had just occurred was almost the end to his life, but the cat would also not be discouraged by his mentor. He knew the warrior felt he had learned his lesson through almost drowning, and perhaps he was right, but Silverpaw also knew he wouldn’t simply give up. He was a cat of RiverClan, and would do anything to prove himself as such. Whatever it took, Silverpaw would show everyone else that he wasn’t weak or scrawny; he would be the best warrior the clan ever saw! Thoughts like this going through his mind, the apprentice picked his head up and held his tail high, his pawsteps developing a spring as he padded after his mentor. It would be just a matter of time before he would succeed, and then even Blizzardfur wouldn’t look on him with pity, but with admiration! He would be a true warrior of RiverClan, one day.

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Name: Silver I suppose.
Age: 16
Current Characters: None! Though I’ll likely make some more in the future!

[Miu]

oh my gawd that's alot of reading! Accepted!