Written in the Stars

One line Description: a ragged and pale eyed silver tabby tom

Descriptive Appearance:  bane is nothing too extraordinary or special, really. while he is rather large, he fully resembles the features of an oriental longhair. of course, considering the mixed genetics of wild cats, it’s hard to be exact how pure he really is. long legs are accompanied by a slim build, obstructed only by thick clumps of fur running along his chest, belly, and front legs. his nose is long and blocky, housing just the slightest of a dish in its shape. two light, blue eyes rest upon his face alongside a dark grey nose. light tones of grey stripes covers up the vast majority of silverbane’s fur, splotched to and fro with bits of a darker shade (most specifically on his backside, his legs and feet, bits of his tail and face, and a stripe arching around his neck). an even lighter silver traces along his chin and underbelly, traveling all the way down to his tail, and touching the hair within his ears. putting colors aside for now, bane’s fur is very thin and carries with it the appearance of silk. however, it’s a coat that has had no care of it, in return sporting patches of knots and tangles. from a distance, a shine can almost look beautiful; that is until realizing that it’s due to a lack of proper upkeep. and chances are, he may even have a couple fleas pestering him (he’s not somebody that you would not hope to get too touchy feely with). another topic at hand is scars; silverbane has got his fair share of them, tracing scores along his body from countless battles since passed. some of the most notable spots are across his back from a bird of prey, along his tail and knicks upon his ear from battles since passed, and along the inside of his legs from a battle lost to the whip of a branch underfoot. of course, there are more smaller ones, not at all too unpleasing to look at. that is until one’s gaze is falling back down upon the bits of bald patches accompanied by a past battle with mange, since resolved, spotting around his nose, ears, and feet. 

Brief Personality: rude, aloof, straight-forward, pessimistic, and determined. 

Descriptive personality: to put it quite bluntly, silverbane is rude. there’s no room for him to worry about how others are to react to the words he speaks. he is not going to eloquently phrase things and lie to make those around him like him, or to keep their feelings from being hurt. if bane is going to speak, he is going to share what's on his mind just the way that he thinks it. at times, there’s moments in which he is just going to be rude for no reason other than that’s the way that he is. stoic and aloof. silverbane prefers to not find himself in any sort of intense social setting, including meetings, gatherings, and any sort of events regarding both his clanmates and neighboring clans; rather ironic considering the position he has found himself (perhaps he would rather see himself in a spot deciding the rules then suffering underneath the leadership someone who is a stickler for them). sure, even he can see the benefits and important nature of these sorts of events; he finds little pleasure idling through trivial politics and exchanging forced and hardly-genuine pleasantries with strangers whom he would never think twice about before the sun makes its leave.

while he is a bit... not exactly an avid fan of them, silverbane is still an individual to acknowledge the presence and existence of starclan. however, due to obvious catastrophes, he deems them to not be worthy of the respect expected to be given; he does not blindly follow and bend to the will of dead cats who are quite clearly incompetent of so much as offering their protection. this should come as no shock, however, considering that he revoked the suffix of 'star' after receiving his lives. of course, he has no qualms with those who choose to believe in them. that is their business, not his own. religion is not even a topic that he brings up unless prompted. however, he is not going to adapt his words, actions, or methods to appease the traditionalist faction of dawnclan should it cause issue.

should the need to do so arise, bane will go behind the back and against the will of others to ensure success (both for the betterment of his group or for his own personal reasons, though do note that he is not selfish enough to sacrifice the well being of many to indulge in his own gain) of a mission, even if it means ignoring direct advice or adversity from his clanmates. in addition, he avoids from making direct promises to others, and avoids the telling of certain truths in order to believably articulate a lie. he hates to be sworn by promise; especially one binding him to a cause deemed unworthy of his attention or care. while he does ultimately care for the safety and the well being of his clan, silverbane is rather skeptical and is not one for idle banter and chatter. he has to be doing something; there is no 'relaxing' for him. to those underneath him, respect in his eyes is not given out lightly. though without a doubt, he will fight for dawnclan and do what he must to keep them, their borders, and their territory safe from whatever the clans, starclan included, may bring.

blunt rudeness aside, it’s by no shock that bane is somebody who is not easy to get along with. he is one to harbor more grim views of life: death over life; pessimism over optimism; a belief of peace forged through the wake of conflict over peace written through words on paper. many of which are ideas that no doubt tend to rub some (particularly traditionalists) the wrong way… especially if its a constant topic rolling off his tongue. most of his life has been forged from death and combat, and it’s rather difficult to silence the harsh realities of fighting tooth and nail for a cause that almost feels impossible to achieve. this does not mean that he is a bloodthirsty ruler bent on raiding his neighbors and causing conflict without reason--in fact, he desires for dawnclan to be rather isolated from the rest of the clans, encouraging their faces to only be shown when needed (such as defense or the monthly gathering)--it simply means that he will not hesitate to defend what is theirs through force.

having been the victim of a rather difficult upbringing, it would not be a lie to say that silverbane is not almost always thinking something along the lines of changing the past, or doing whatever it is that he can do to prepare for the future. to find some way to silence the brutal thoughts of vengeance and malice in his head with busy work, such as hunting, training, or tracking the 'beast' that slew his family. it should be noted that he is not evil, nor is he cruel. in fact, he is quite typically very level headed despite heated conflict. those falling upon the receiving end of his temper are those of whom have ultimately earned it though provocation. but a soul born of hatred is fueled by hatred, and perhaps it’s these reasons that makes it difficult not just for others to approach him, but for him to see the goodness within someone else, and to reciprocate these feelings within himself. and even if someone were to dig deep enough into bane’s heart to uncover it’s sliver of affection, he is not one to express this through gooey, romantic pleasantries. he will never learn not to be rude. he will never learn to express his affection through kind words or an action as simple as a kiss to the cheek. insults are shared, ‘endearing’ albeit the lightheartedness of them only be through intention. only to those of whom has earned his steadfast trust (though yet rarely) does he divulge in his more private thoughts, or suffer through a bout of public affection.

tldr: stoic, rude, mean for no reason. feels he has no need for friends. hates social events (meetings, gatherings, etc). looks down upon religion himself, zealots etc. mostly keeps opinions to himself unless directly asked, in which will be rudely honest. not one to share plans unless needed, and will go behind someone’s back to ensure success. avoids making direct promises and avoids truths to work around lies. even if he likes you, he never learns to not be rude. treats those close to him with scorn and more lighthearted insults. more open to addressing feelings and divulge in more private thoughts. if he really believes you to be true to word and to wield a worthy cause, he will support you. though it is not a decision made lightly. more grim views; death over life. pessimism over optimism. peace through conflict over peace through words. thoughts that rub some the wrong way, to which he shrugs off. doesnt like to be alone with his thoughts, despite his hatred of social gatherings. keep himself busy and distracted through hard work, such as hunting or training. driven by hatred, a desire to do what he must to avenge his family cause he's edgy (tm).

Parents: unspecified couple
Siblings: unnamed brother, deceased. 
Kits: n/a
Descriptive History: he was but a young apprentice when disaster struck dawnclan. it was mere fate that he survived, having been brought to the edges of the territory alongside his family (for some sort of 'family fun time,' enjoying each other's company). by the time the avalanche had ceased and the snow had settled, silverpaw and his family reluctantly searched for survivors, to no avail. strucken by grief and disbelief, and out of concern for their children, silverpaw's parents took him and his brother away from the mountain, hoping to starclan that they could find safety. however, as the storms began to summon and consume what belonged to oakclan and nightclan, well... none of them knew what to do. sometime just after all the chaos, as the flooding was beginning to recede, disaster struck once more. while trudging through the high waters close to nightclan's mangled territory, the small family ran head to head into a gator, which fiendishly took the lives of all but himself (having fled and escaped during the conflict). mourning the loss of his family, alone, and unsure of where to go, silverpaw struggled on his own for many long moons. his health had dropped dramatically during that time as well. hungry, mange and flea-ridden, and dealing with a nasty spout of whitecough, silverpaw saw his only option was going home. climbing back up the mountain and praying, just praying that someone was there. that anybody had survived. much to his surprise, there was. it was not many, but they were there, rebuilding. 

regaining his health, silverpaw began to settle back into clan life, helping his old clanmates rebuild. while happy to be home and relieved that a handful of those he knew had survived, silverpaw was angry. furious. and why shouldn't he be? almost everybody he had known was dead. everything he had known in his life was destroyed. his family, spared by starclan, still ended up dead (naturally, he blames himself for this issue. what if he had fought? what if he had not run? mayhaps they could still be alive, or him put to rest beside them).  it's little shock that he found himself to be consumed by negativity and hatred. it's little shock that his faith in starclan be dimmed. spit upon. cast aside. from those days forwards, said thoughts remained steady in his head, driving his decisions and actions even today, moons later.