About

Silver was born as a kit to parents Crimsonleaf and Angela. Crimsonleaf was a warrior of Grimclan in his past, impregnating a molly before he abandoned the clan after his mate fell sick, feeling there was nothing left for him because there was no way for her to survive the pregnancy. He ran and began growing closer to a barn cat named Angela. While this occured, his previous mate in Grimclan did in fact have the litter, of only one kit before dying whilst birthing and killing the rest of the kits during the birth. Unbeknownst to him, Sparkkit was born.

A moon later, Angela fell pregnant with the ex-warriors kits, having a litter of four beautiful kits. Plum, Blue, Orange, and Silver. For about a moon, the group was as picture perfect as they could be. Mother and father together, strong and happy. Petunia, Angela’s mother, watching the kits as they grew. Silver had always been the fastest of her siblings, each having their own strongset of skills. She was also the strongest swimmer of them all, which would come to her advantage as well as disadvantage later. She had grown the closest to her father and to Blue in the first moons, until tragedy struck the family.

At 5 moons old, Silver went to walk down by the river near the barn where the family resided, to find her father dead by the edge, mauled and covered in a disgusting berry scent. The family was devastated, Silver unable to even attend the burial for her father. She separated herself from her family after she found him dead, unable to process it all. She went into a fit of hysteria, trying to figure out how it happened, but was never able to. She grew farther and farther away from her family due to fear of losing them too, to whatever or whoever killed him.

Growing older, Silver had trained herself until she was 8 moons old in skills of fishing, fighting, and hunting. She used all her father had taught her and it hurt her more and more every time she practiced. She couldn’t handle being where she was anymore, and during the night she ran off, leaving her family. However, through her attempt to flee and was halfway across the river she heard ear splitting shrieks of pain coming from voices she recognized too well, but she couldn’t go back. She didn’t know enough to save herself, to save them. She couldn’t handle seeing more dead bodies.

Silver had joined the clan as a 10 moon old apprentice, having to serve an extra moon to prove herself worthy of the warrior name. She worked for her role, her rank, and the strength she had, despite spending endless nights away in hopes of not having the nightmares of her family’s painful screams. Silverpaw then grew into a fine warrior, Silverdawn, who was named -dawn for the light reflected in her eyes and her attempts to lighten the lives of those around her, despite her brutal past.

At 20 moons old, Silverdawn was granted the ability to go back and visit the barn by the leader at the time, hoping to cure her nightmares, however she never made it there. During the walk she had to pass through the kittypet neighborhood. Upon walking through, she found a kit stranded in the middle of the twoleg path and was about to be run over by a monster. Silverawn ran across, narrowly missing the monster and saving the kit. She ended up returning home the next day, never having gone to the barn and now with a 2 moon old kit named Tumblekit.

Silverdawn had raised Tumblekit by herself, distracting herself enough from the nightmares to almost put them to a stop. She had dedicated her life at that point to serving the clan and her son.