TBT || Silkdrift

.Name.
Silkkit - Silkpaw - Silkdrift

.Name Origin .
Prefix-- When she was first born, her long pelt was extremely silk and smooth, but curled as she grew older.
Suffix-- TBA

.Nicknames.
Curly (Given to her by Sleepyhead)

.DOB.
July 4^th 2011 (mutha fuckin patriot right here)

.Age.
27 moons

.Breed.
%50 LaPerm, %35 Ragdoll, %15 Selkirk Rex, %5 Unknown/Mixed

.Gender.
Female

.Clan.
SkyClan

.General.
Silkdrift is a small, lean caliby she-cat with distinctive curly fur.

.Pelt.
Her pelt is pure, snowy white, with diluted cream and gray caliby patches on her tail and cream patches on her ears. Faintly darker stripes run through the patches.

.Pelt Length/Texture.
Her pelt is very long yet thin, and has a thick, distinctive curl to it. It makes it quite a hassle to groom, but she manages to keep it clean.

.Eyes.
Her eyes are a pale shade of purple-ish blue, due to a mutation.

.Scent.
She has a very sharp, chilled scent of the rocky SkyClan territory, with a soft hint of herbs under it, as she is always helping the medicine cat gather herbs whenever she can.

.Size.
She is slightly smaller than the average tomcat, and very thin and lean.

.Voice.
TBA

.Specifics.
As stated before, her fur is curled. She also has cream tufts at the end of her ears. Also, she has a few scars on her underbelly and one on hher left thigh, although her fur is almost thick enough to hide them completely.

.Orientation.
Demisexual Bisexual with a preference towards females.

.Preferences .
Silk isn't really interested in relationships, although she does like larger cats and pale pelts. She also tends to take more notice in timid cats; ones that won't mind her attitude and won't stand up to her; she likes to feel powerful. But, she also wants someone who is willing to help her clean her fur and snuggle up when she's in the mood.

.Activity.
She's done it two separate times, once with a tom and the other with a she-cat, although both times she was 'high' from catmint and a few other herbs and hardly remembers a thing, and never conceived with the tomcat.

.Kithood.
When she was born, Silkkit's mother couldn't have been more happy. She had her perfect mate and a beautiful daughter, and she would spend hours awake at night making sure nothing would creep into the den and hurt her precious Silkkit. However, what she didn't expect was the abuse to come from someone she loved the most. Her mate, Loonstripe, never really wanted to be tied down with a mate, let alone kits, so when Gorsetoes bean asking him to come spend time with her and their daughter, be became nasty. In broad daylight in front of his Clanmates, the black and white tom swiped at his wife, leaving a few thin clawmarks across her cheek along with a nasty little comment about how she should simply leave him alone and forget they ever happened. Their Clanmates quickly began spreading gossip about the two, and Loonstripe, who was surely going to be chosen for the new SkyClan deputy, was overlooked for another cat. Although Silkkit was still young, she remembered how upset her mother was, and despite being given a new set of scars she was still determined to her daughter to have her father in her life.

After losing his position as deputy, Loonstripe attempted to change his attitude so the next time he would be sure to get it, and forced himself to pay attention to Gorsetoes and Silkkit. However, whenever the queen would try to get close to him to get a little too friendly, he would bite her or swipe at her, but usually only in the privacy of the nursery. Silkkit saw this abuse, and how her mother would listen to what he ordered her to do after she was struck or bitten, and began to think it was the only way to get what she wanted. Whenever she wanted to go out to play or to suckle she would tug on her mothers fur or bite at her legs or tail, and was always given what she wanted that way. Gorsetoes thought it was merely a little phase she was going through with the teething, and still dearly loved her daughter and her abusive mate.

Around the time she was 4 moons old another queen had given birth to a litter of three kits, and since Silkkit was an only kit, she was excited to have other kits to play with in the nursery. Over the next few moons she would always take them out of the nursery and lead them around camp, and teach them little fighting and hunting moves she learned, and played with them regularly. Although, around this age her fur began curling, and the other kits noticed and thought she looked funny. They would call her Curly, and taunt her, but it only lasted a few weeks before Silkkit snapped and threatened to tell their leader if they didn't stop. Sleepykit continued to taunt her, however, and was often greeted with a whack to the back of her head and ears.

.Apprenticeship.
Once she finally became an apprentice, Silkpaw couldn't have been happier. She was determined to go out and hunt and defend her Clan to her very last breath. Her apprenticeship wasn't a very social one, as she spent most of her time practicing and hunting, and there weren't very many other apprentices at the time. During her first four moons it was like this, until Sleepykit and her siblings finally became apprentices. Not only was she greeted with competition, but Sleepypaw and her quickly became some-what like frenemies, the teasing and taunting that happened between them. They would always test themselves by challenging each other in fighting and hunting competitions, and although Silkpaw hated to admit it, they were close friends.

.Warriorship.
After a tussle at the border, Silkpaw was granted her warrior name, Silkdrift. Needless to say, when she finally got her warrior name Silkdrift's attitude changed. She noticed that others didn't think too much of her when she was lash out at them to get what she wanted, so she pushed that part of her away for it only to show around close friends and family. Her dedication to her Clan never died down either; it only intensified when she was finally allowed to go out and hunt and patrol on her own as a warrior of SkyClan.

One day while patrolling along ThunderClan's border, a patrol snuck up and attacked Silkdrift and Sleepyhead while the two were out for a short border patrol. It was only a few days after Sleepyhead had became a warrior, and the young she-cat was still working on her fighting moves. Despite Silkdrift fighting with all her might for her friend, and managing to drag her back to camp, a few of her wounds became infected and she died a few nights later. Silkdrift was heartbroken, and became a bit nastier afterwards, and rarely lets other's close to her. She threw herself into her work for the Clan, and has been this way ever since.

[ ] Family
[ ] Mate
[ name ] Deceased

[ ]Unsure/Neutral
[ ] Acquaintance
[ ] Friend
[ ] Good Friend
[ ] Best Friend
[ ] Unbreakable Bond
[ ] Fear/Discomfort
[ ] Hate
[ ] Crush
[ ] Lust
[ ] Love Interest
[ ] Love

.SkyClan.

.Gorsetoes.
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.Loonstripe.
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.Mushroom.
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.Sleepyhead.
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I never expected her to die so young... Let alone for it to hurt this badly. Even if I can still see her in my dreams I still wish she was here. I miss her, but I can't let it get to me. I have a Clan to look after, and I can't let any other cat die like that. It was my fault.

.WindClan.

.*NAME*.
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.RiverClan.

.*NAME*.
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.ThunderClan.

.*NAME*.
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.ShadowClan.

.*NAME*.
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.Outside of the Clans.

.*NAME*.
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.Vain.
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.Hard-Working.
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.Competitive.
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.Loyal.
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.Stubborn.
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.Affectionate.
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.Proud.
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.Naive.
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.Bold.
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.Hot-Headed.
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.Fierce.
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.Pathological Liar.
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.Likes.
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.Dislikes.
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.Obsessions.
SHE’S GOTTA BE THE VERY BEST
LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS

A soft huff escaped the caliby’s maw as she landed down on the cold hard ground, her breath making a bit of fog around her mouth in the chilly air.’ It seems the rest of the birds had moved deeper into the territory, probably after hearing Sleepyhead’s complaining.’ The lean she-cat thought while shooting a glare at the albino she-cat, before turning to glance around the forest surrounding them. Maybe she could find another mouse or a squirrel or two… She knew she caught more than enough already, but she wanted to make sure there was more than enough for every cat to get a full belly, especially in early leaf-bare. The purple-eyed she-cat was just beginning to trot towards a small thicket when her pale hunting partner spoke up, and a prideful smirk grew on her maw.

“Sure, I mean, I already caught more than enough.” She mewed, while gracefully turning to face the red-eyed warrior. She was a bit closer than expected, as her curled whiskers almost tangled themselves with the albino's. ”But, since I did catch so much you're going to need to help me carry it back, of course.” Silkdrift trilled quickly, her cheeks burning slightly while trotting passed her to grab the cardinal she had caught a few moments ago. Sweeping away a small pile of snow, the curly furred she-cat reached down and grabbed the bird by its wing, before turning back to the other warrior.