`Silversoul -- Warrior -- TC

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Name: Silversoul
Age: 22 Moons
Gender: Female
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Warrior

Description: Silversoul has a beautiful silver coat with many black spots. She has stripes on her neck, chest, legs, and her little tail. She has shimmering silver eyes that match her name. Her neck is a beautiful whitish color, and her entire being seems to readiate a very regal heir. Her most unique feature, however, would be her bobbed tail. She was born with it, and has lived with the bob her entire life. She finds it her most quirky quality, and loves it because of its uniqueness.

Personality: Silversoul is unusually mysterious. She has a silly, playful nature, but can be serious at the drop of a hat. She is very strong, and according to her adoptive father, it comes from her mother. She is proud to be able to be so strong-willed, but that doesn't stop her from being silly when she can be. She enjoys long walks to ponder her life, and is often caught daydreaming about nothing. She likes to think, and while she is not as smart as her sister, she can be fairly knowledgable at times of need.

History: Jasmine was a beautiful purebred bengal. She was owned by a very prestigious and wealthy breeder, always cared for and loved. At four moons old, her owner took her and a few other cats for a trip to their smaller cabin house in the woods, she was excited to meet a few other cats in a group that they called a "patrol". These cats, from a place called ThunderClan, were quite a curiosity to the young kitten. She met them, talked with them and learned their ways.

Every few moons she was brought back to the woods with her owner, being his pride and joy. She continued to talk to the cats, making friends with a particularly nice tom by the name of Darkpaw. The two grew very close, and soon Jasmine could hardly wait to go to the cabin. She would spend hours sitting on the fence talking with Darkpaw, and learning all manner of curiosities about the world of wild cats.

Being a breeder's cat, however, she was forced to breed with another young grey bengal tom. He was very nice, and she was excited to have a litter of kits. Being bred with such a high-ranking tom in the Show Cat World was a great honor, and the other she-cats of the house were very jealous. She was two months pregnant when she was taken back to the cabin, at this point being seventeen moons old, she could not wait to see Darkpaw and tell him about how life was going.

She saw him again, after five moons of not being taken up to the cabin, and he was just as surprised to finally see her with the other cats. However, he seemed a bit upset to see she was about to have kittens. Jasmine explained why she was pregnant and how the life of a breeder's show cat worked, and that she hadn't had a choice. While he seemed happy for her, he was a little bit off. He told her that he had gotten his new name, Darkhawk, and was now an official Warrior. Jasmine told him she was glad to have seen him, but that she needed to go.

That night she sat thinking about how upset he'd seemed, and couldn't understand why. Having kittens wasn't her choice, though if it had been, she didn't mind having a famous show cat's. She was awakened by thick smoke and a screaming alarm, as a fire blazed in the hallway. She was trapped in her room, with the other cats. Having managed to get out, Jasmine tried to follow but had trouble keeping up with them. Eventually finding her way outside, she collapsed a few yards from the house.

She awoke a long while later in the woods, far from her home. Hovering a few paces away was the shadowy form of Darkhawk, who had rescued her in the blaze. Grateful, she tried to regain her strength, but suffered from scorched lungs and a burned trachea. She was brought to the medicine cat of ThunderClan, who told her her health would be unknown until she had her kittens. She gave birth and died two sunrises later.

She had four daughters, all beautiful spotted silver kittens. Darkhawk found a foster Queen, and pushed himself away from the girls for reasons unknown. They were raised as normal ThunderClan cats, and always relied on each other to keep themselves aloft. They were often seen as the ideal friends, and tried to do everything together with such a strong bond. Eventually, Darkhawk adopted them as his own children when they were old enough to not need the foster queen.

Honeyspot liked to keep to herself, and many though she'd be the next Medicine Cat. When the role was taken, she didn't mind, and rather decided she'd be a mother and help in the Nursery. Bluebird found her strengths out hunting, and is content to help her Clan survive. Silversoul isn't afraid to fight for her Clan, and does so to keep her fellow Clanmates strong. Jadeleaf found trouble wherever she went, but has promise as a fighting Warrior.

And their lives are just beginning.

Silversoul [Jelli]
Female | 22 Moons | Silver | Silver Bengal | Sweet | Strong-willed | Fun

[[ Don't mind my laziness! I'm using the history for all four sisters. ]]

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