↳ named after spider silk; suffix given for her diplomatic abilities and silvered tongue
— Warrior of Shadowclan; previously part of Marsh Group; Wary of other clans
— Trans Femme, She/Her dislikes any other pronouns; Lesbian
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Briarstar x
Amber littermate to Pitchstar, older sister to lilacpaw, marrowpaw, ravenpaw, starlingheart, teaselpaw, and twilightpaw
Lanky black tabby she-cat with reddish eyes A tall and graceful looking cat, Silksong stands over average clan cats with long legs and a lanky figure. With a shadowy pelt with faint rosette patterns, it hugs her frame, proving a challenge during hunts, and in colder months, when the prey runs its shortest, many could believe she may wither away. Upon her back and neck sits a fluffy mane-like tufts of fur, spiky and wild similar to a wolf spider's pelt.
[Ref | Art by B1OHAZARD]
↳ sh black rosette tabby with low white / carrying cinnamon, longhair, solid, dilute
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(+) Compassionate, Loyal, Adaptable, Empathetic (/) Stubborn, Youthful, Skeptical, Maternal (-) Argumentative, Childish, Deceitful, Impulsive Silksong is a cat with a heart of gold, giving her support where she can and providing a well-meaning shoulder for any cat to lean on and offer comfort to. She holds the entirety of life above any loyalties and would likely give her pelt off her back to someone if needed, known to bypass meals and do anything to ensure the safety of those around her. This bleeding heart doesn't come without its thorns, though, as she has seen firsthand what some cats will do with unbound kindness and she is skeptical of strangers and cats outside her clan, less likely to offer prey or herbs unless its absolutely dire for them. Every clan is important but Shadowclan, her home, comes first, and, despite what many would wish to believe, Silksong would never do anything to put her clan in harm's way.
Her entire purpose to life seems to be based around taking care of others. In times of need, Silkong is usually seen flitting amongst her clanmates, ensuring they are all taken care of and would run herself to the bone to ensure they can live, and she doesn't care what anyone says to her about it. She desperately yearns to, one day, have a family of her own and to watch her own kits grow and thrive in this world and to become wonderful cats with their own purposes, but she rarely takes the time to be close to others. For now, she sees most of the clan similar to her family and tends to take it very deeply when anyone leaves them, whether willingly or not.
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mannerisms: scthuff
— (will not) start fights | (will) end fights | (will not) flee | (will) show mercy
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excels at Diplomatic endeavors, hunting
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poor at skill climbing, swimming, and strength
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sounds like blah blah /
Tempest Shadow
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smells like fresh rain and moss
— healing & peaceful powerplay allowed
— speech is
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plots:
— Starts a bit of a fight with Pitchstar in order to protect the sacredness of all five clans
— Has arguments with other clans for her clan
— Maybe eventually dies saving someone