- [silence] is [deafening]

[MiNTY♥]

Name: Silentwrath
Age: 34 moons
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Warrior
Short Description:

Dark grey tom with light green eyes, he is a mute.

Description:

Silentwrath is a large dark grey tom, with a slightly furry chest. His eyes are a light green colour, and his paws are quite large. That would be a normal description for a cat like Silentwrath, but he is no normal cat, why? He never speaks. The truth is he can't speak, he is a mute, bound to not being able to speak by the laws of Starclan, the smae Starclan that he hates, doesn't believe in. He is probably the only one in his clan. Despite being a mute, all his senses work just as well as any warriors, possibly even better as he doesn't spend all his time gossiping or talking, as he can't.

Personality:

Silentwrath can't voice his feelings, so he needs to show them through his actions which can be a challenge, most of the time he doesn't bother. He is the type of cat to easily give up as he sees that he has nothing to live for, nothing to work for, nothing to achive in his live, what can you achieve not being able to utter a word? He finds himself useless, and he knows that he will probably never get an apprentice in his whole life time. He may as well just give up and go and sleep with her elders right now, howver he can still fight and hunt. Most of his guestures and movements are arrogant, short and snappy. He will never be kind and gentle as long as he lives. Inside he is alomst always burning with fury or thinking of ways to be even more useless, you wont ever find a happy thought in his head.

Experience:

After being raised and trying to get on with his life, he fell in love with his leader, Whitestar. It wasn't surprising when people mocked them, she only had one eye, he was a mute, but it was a nice relationship for them. Not long before Whitestar died in battle they had two kits together, Asphyxiakit and Corruptedkit. He raised them until they were old enough to look after themselves and then left, he couldn't take any more of them. Everytime he saw them, it brought back the hurt and the pain that he felt for his lost mate, the only one that understood him, the only one he was comfortable with. One night he did a runner, and went to live by himself as a loner. During this period he came across many cats, and many battles too, making him tougher, but he still remains as bad tempered as ever. Now after living many moons by himself, he decided to return to Tempestclan, for old time sake. Plus, now he has grandkits too.

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Other:

Ty for the name lynx ^.^

[raid]

xx accepted