Silentpaw

: Spoiler warning: Plot and/or ending details follow. "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"
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Silentpaw is a blueish grey and brown highlighted tabby molly, with white spotting on her rump. She has deep amber eyes and long unruly fur.
Silentpaw was born to Sharpsun and Sombervalley, though spent very little time with the latter. She has served under Valleystar's and Dawnstar's Reigns.
==Relations==
Crush: n/a
Friendships: n/a
Enemies: Sombervalley, Petalpaw, Decayingbelladona, Wishwanderer, Lavendersnow, and other med cats. Dawnstar
Mentor: Retro and Cariboumask
Former Mentor: Frostytaiga
==Interests==
Likes
Nighttime. The moon. Leaf-Bare. Feathers, specifically white ones (believes her father sent them to her. Tucks them into her fur). Winning. Training. 
Dislikes
Bugs. Medicine cats. Getting wet. Being stuck with younger cats or cats who act foolish/don’t take things seriously. Losing. Kits.
==Skills/Faults==
Skills
Pain tolerance (she has a surprisingly high pain tolerance, and can go on while injured thanks to the adrenaline pumping). Strength (already the molly proves herself an adversary in battle. She has strong jaws and powerful shoves). Firm (Silentpaw is very firm, making herself unwavering in her decisions and actions). Dedicated (she is not afraid in the least to go to great lengths for her clan. She will do anything). Thick fur (her thick fur, especially on her belly, makes it very hard to wound her organs). 
Faults
Argumentative (when Silentpaw thinks she is right she will argue with anyone who believes otherwise, and she won't let it go). Short fuse (she gets angry, and fast). Ignorant (Silentpaw is ignorant towards things she doesn’t know or understand, even refusing to learn them at times). Refuses medical help (because of her disdain towards med. cats she will avoid getting wounds looked at). Superiority complex (from a young age her father instilled in her that he and she were above most others. She believes this still, she does think some cats are below her). Overheating (due to her thick fur she can overheat if she exerts herself too much while in the sun).
==Personality==
Silentpaw is the well pruned and watered rose of her father Sharpsun. She is quick to anger and will not back down when it comes to things she is passionate about, growing heated and irritated despite her name. She has a strong sense of personal morals which she does not like to sway from–which is highly influenced by her father who raised her. She has a lot of opinions on the way the clan should be run, from certain cats' usefulness to who should be allowed to boss who around. She is not afraid to hurt a cat’s feelings, and in training she has even shown herself to not be afraid to physically distress her opponent either. To Silentpaw, teachings are physical-–emotions aren't all that useful. Her life was filled with punishments and “she came out fine”; A scar is a far better reminder than anything vocal. Silentpaw is firm and sharp tongued, being polite only to cats she thinks deserve it (which is a very small number). She is raw and tough, intense and all around constantly ready to go to war. She's argumentative, combative, and unfriendly. Fellow apprentices she her as a bully and avoid her. 
==Detailed History==
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==Detailed Appearance==
  -BUILD: Silentpaw has yet to fully grow into her frame, sporting large and broad paws at the end of lengthy well muscled limbs. She is not bulky, but as her moons continue she very well could become packed with raw muscle-–though for now she consists of a toned and hardy apprentice body. She has her father’s wide shoulders and her mother’s sloped back, which ends in a short but very wide, dense fluffy tail. She has small pointy ears with wide bases, and large whisker beds of her Norwegian Forest cat blood. She carries herself with an arched back, hindlegs perpetually squatted. Her tail drags on the ground, thanks to being broken in two places. Her squatted back will get worse with age, sinking her height that otherwise could be powerful and impossing. 
  -COAT COLOUR: A dark bluey grey with rich but pale brown undertones along her belly, paws, cheeks, eyes, and elbows. Dark thick but sparse “classic tabby” striping similar to her mother’s on her side, shoulders, and neck. Her muzzle and down her neck is white. Ears are a dark grey. A mutation in her genome gives her a strange ivory white rump/tail/hindlegs despite no white-spotting in her parents. Pink-grey nose and hind paw pads, with grey front paw pads.
  -COAT CONDITION: Long and fluffy, with a plumy undercoat and a thick shiny overcoat. It puffs up right below her cheeks in an interesting way, and the mane around her head makes her skull look larger than it is. It hangs in heavy sheets along her belly protecting her internal organs. It looks almost spiky because of how thick it is.
  -EYE COLOUR: A dark amber akin to her mother’s–the only more saturated and near the pupil it bleeds a reddish hue.
  -SCARS: An alarming amount for a cat of her age. Most noticeable are the ones that lace each cheek, deep over the groove her cheekbones leave; There are two on the left side and three on the right side. She earned them the same day and fur refuses to hide them. Others litter her pelt with little importance, and her long fur hides it well. Her tail has a crook near the base from a vertebrae being broken and healing incorrectly at a young age (tail drags because of it). Inside her biceps (SH scars). 
==Kin==
Father: Sharpsun
Mother: Sombervalley
Sisters: Wartkit (deceased) 
Brothers: Burntkit (deceased), Leechkit (deceased) 
==Backstory==
TW for death, abuse, SH 
Silentpaw was born with her three siblings to Sombervalley and Sharpsun, a pair of gruff and powerful sentinels. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary for the kitten, and perhaps even for onlookers. While blind and deaf, as all kittens are, she did sense a lack of affection as time went on. And soon enough, two of the warm small bodies beside her disappeared–she learned later that her brothers had died once she was old enough to understand. At weaning age her mother seemed to distance herself all together, and what replaced her soft grey belly was a harsh brown one: her father. Gone was the suckling and albeit lonely existence, and now reigned Sharpsun’s rule. It was then that Silentkit and Wartkit began their training. Tussling, learning to pin each other, knock each other's paws out from under their kitten soft bellies. Once their fur became thick, they were taught to use their claws and teeth–Silentpaw liked that, because when she got Wartkit to cry out her father praised her extremely well. The kittens learned to win, and that winning was everything–that you did whatever you could to win and you never made Sharpsun mad. Agree with Sharpsun. Do what he says, and do it quickly and well. When you didn’t do that, you got hurt. Silentpaw did not make that mistake often–the scars on her cheeks were enough to teach her that. She was smart, she only needed to be taught once, that was what he had said. Unfortunately Wartkit disobeyed Sharpsun too severely one day and when he punished her he had been too rough, causing her little neck to snap. Even as a kit, it was a vivid memory in Silentkit’s mind. She was extremely attentive after that, invigorative in her practising, having to do so with Sharpsun now. She vowed to never be as weak as Wartkit. Her mother seemed to wander back into her life then, but Silentkit wanted little to do with her. Silentkit was busy–and Sharpsun had done much more for her than Sombervalley ever had. Her father had prepared her for the world, given her the gift of toughness and not being weak like the other kits in the nursery. 
Silentpaw was less than thrilled to have Frostytaiga as her mentor, as she considered the tom too soft spoken, looking, and his obsession with herbs was a total embarrassment. She would have chewed her own paw off to be her father’s apprentice. But she went about it anyway, though with much complaining and bickering with the white tom. She regularly snaps at him to “shut up and finish his mouse brained story so they can train”. She only stands the tom to get what she wants: her warrior name. That and to make her father and leader proud. Sharpsun’s death came as a complete surprise to her, and an utter derailing to her world. She doesn’t know where to pool her energy, where to focus her anger, and has begun self-harming in attempt to control herself.
==Trivia==
*Despite the abuse she suffered at Sharpsun’s paws, she idolises him. She refuses to let anyone bad mouth him. And even with all that–she knows that he hurt her. But she thinks he did it for good reasons. She trips over her large paws often, walking with a too tight stance.
*Aesthetic is: A burning wooden building. Pyromania. A lit torch. A pine forest on fire.
==Quotes==
“I never said I was nice.” 
“Do not speak down to me like that, molly.” Silentpaw snarled, staring up at the Sentinel. The apprentice did not register the age difference or anything alike. To her, Sombervalley was no better than her. Why should she be? Silentpaw would fight for her place just like Sombervalley. She would grow and tune her body into a deadly instrument. But where others would fail, Silentpaw refused. Sombervalley failed as a mother, and Silentpaw would never forget that nor forgive her. Her eyes, like the smoke tabby’s only so much darker and redder, seemed a testament to that. “You do not get to show up just when it suits you, and boss me around pretending you can be a parent—only when you want.” Her voice was rough, deep. Where her earlier words were erratic at times, these seemed to be words she had wanted to say for a long time and were therefore well practiced. She said them with a scoff practically. She meant them. Parenthood wasn’t a pick and choose game. 
==Links==
Theme Song/Voice Claim
*https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4wfVNnXWogTEQRGdHW3bNc?si=_jEZ3hb9RrisLtWotv9kNQ&pi=u-zHvUIA-qTjqo 
VC is April Smith from the band April Smith and the Great Picture Show.End of spoiler warning