Solemnheart

[Nepenthe]

Name
Solemnheart

Gender
Tom

Age
Twenty-four moons

Rank
Warrior

Mentor/Apprentice
Looking for an apprentice.

Kin
Featherstep - Brother - Deceased
Dewleaf - Mother - Deceased
Coldfrost - Father - Alive (?)

Love Interest
Displays little interest in love but open, nonetheless.

Personality
Before the Event: Once upon a time, Solemnheart was once contradictory to his name. Happy, uplifting, and generally liked by most of SilentClan he was once respected and considered a great clan cat. The need to display loyalty was embedded into his heart from the start. Back during those joyous days he was well-known for being extremely loving with the kits and elders; with the kits he would permit them to pounce upon him and pretend he was one of the notorious Others, and with the elders he would sit and listen to their rants about how slow the apprentices were in fulfilling assigned duties or their stories from the beginning, which extremely intrigued the attentive and questioning tom. He was constantly trying to grasp new knowledge that made yet another hoard of questions swarm his mind. Like most apprentices who were soon to be warriors in the upcoming moons, he was naive and eager to fight. This isn't to claim he was murderous and had a lust for blood; he merely wanted to display his bravery and loyalty to his birth clan for he had high hopes of being very respected when he finally became a warrior. After the event, he remained with this personality only for a moon or so. Then it slowly contorted its self...

After the Event: Slowly his heart blackened and was covered in an thick layer of ice. He began to loose patience with the elders and began to snap at the kits who quickly learned to quit clambering over their old friend. He become enclosed in his own world were nothing mattered besides the fact he had to fight to live and he must remain loyal to his clan no matter the circumstances. Solemnheart does make an effort to change himself each moon; he doesn't like this monster he now considers himself. He feels alien in this new body. His brain tells him to act one way while his heart yearns for him to act the other. Now quiet and to himself, Solemnheart remains a cat unsure of himself. Maybe somebody can get him through this nightmare...

Appearance
An handsome tabby cat Solemnheart is. His eyes are an unusual shade of icy blue that truly show what he feels. Pricked ears rotate as needed and a long, scarred tail twist whenever required. With a thin body, he is built for speed and agility rather than fighting though his large paws offer valuable weapons during battles. His coat has dulled over the moons and the once glossy blacks and browns diverged and became a much more bland color.

Other/History
Kit: Solemnheart was born into a relatively comfortable family of one mother, one father, and one brother. His mother and brother died when finding food was hard. He was raised by his father and another extremely kind queen whom died right before he was named an apprentice.

Apprentice: The event happened during his apprentice days. Like any apprentice, he had a mentor - Ashclaw - and trained hard. After a moon or so of training, something happened. It was an inter-clan battle, between an older apprentice and Solemnpaw's best friend, Rabbitpaw. Nobody could have guessed that this days outcome would be the death of a young apprentice. The battle had been started because the larger apprentice, Darkpaw, had demanded that Rabbitpaw give him the rabbit that had taken him much of the morning to catch (the elders had agreed to let the young apprentice eat the rabbit he was so proud of because even if they were a bit grumpy, they had heart and knew what it felt like to accomplish this tremendous accomplishment). The younger tom had retorted back smartly, his confidence filled to the brim. This angered the dark tom that stood before him and so a battle ensued. The death of Rabbitpaw was only an accident; everybody believed it had been a mild disagreement. Yet Solemnpaw fount that difficult: this mousebrained idiot had it in for them ever since they became apprentices. Besides, he didn't know many cats whom had ever snapped a neck on accident like that. The mouth told one story while the evidence told another, he always claimed. After attending the event, he slowly became more and more cold. Darkpaw, ridden with guilt that he couldn't rid himself of, also became a silent character, rarely speaking unless told. Their fellow camp mates noticed the change and avoided both of the young apprentices.

Beginning Warrior: Still cold and unwilling to forget the incident that had ruined his apprentice days, he worked hard at his duties and no longer worried himself with the elders and kits he had once loved so dearly. He worked hard. Battled hard. Disregarded personal relationships with others. He confesses that he feels like a monster and/or alien to the cats he entrusts.

[Willow]

Perfect! :3

Accepted!