Silas
Rogue
This was pure torture, being in this stupid camp. Rolling his amber eyes and letting out a small grumble, the large rogue was observing the action that was surrounding him. He hated living in the clans, hence why Silas had left it in the first place as an apprentice. Silas had been born in Thunderclan with the name Pikekit, with very demanding parents but a promising future. The reddish brown tom had been destined for greatness, with even the former leader at his time in the clans taking an interest in wanting to mentor him. Pikekit had everything planned out for him, with who his mentor would become, who he would eventually become mates with. It was something the young tom didn’t want, and upon his first night of becoming an apprentice.. Pikepaw had run off in the middle of the night, into the unknown and far away from the clans.. Upon arriving at the city, Pikepaw had taken the name Silas, and started his new life.
How did he end up back in Thunderclan? Silas had been leading his gang into a heist until an ambush by the rival gang. Making a last minute decision, the rogue managed to flee with a couple of his comrades. Everyone had managed to lose each other during the getaway, before Silas had taken a horrible tumble down a slope and passed out.. To Silas’ horror, he ended up waking up in a familiar place that he remembered as a kit.. The medicine cat den. The large reddish brown tom wanted to escape, flee from this horrendous place and go back to his gang. Unfortunately, Silas couldn’t leave so easily due to his injuries. Despite being difficult and challenging, they still kept him in the clan.. A couple of days ago, he was finally able to start walking again. The sooner that Silas was fully healed, he could get the hell out of Thunderclan and back to being leader of his group of best friends and adopted family members.
It appeared that Silas had been lost in thoughts until feeling a small pair of paws pressing against his tail along with a giggle. Clenching his jaw, Silas looked over to see a black and gray Bengal kitten tom that was playing with his tail. Kits were irritating, Silas never liked to deal with them.. Even in his own gang. “Scram!” Silas firmly said, the kit looked up at him with wide teal eyes. His back leg shoved Jaguarkit away before the little tom let out a squeal before running off “Go away, find someone else to bother!” The large tom called. Watching the small kit going towards a cherry color Bengal, his eyes narrowed when looking at the alarmed mother’s face before a cold expression appeared on her face when looking up at him before stalking towards him. Letting out a scoff, Silas rolled his eyes before closing them and stretching himself before sunning himself.
Silas didn’t care if this mother was approaching him to tell him off about scolding her child, she should have taught her child to start messing with strangers! Listening to the whispers of the older warriors and elders. They surely remembered him as the young Pikepaw, the one who ran off from his problems as the delinquent young apprentice. Grunting softly when suddenly the sun was gone, Silas opened his eyes to look up at Chanterellefrost looking down at him with a death glare. Narrowing his eyes, Silas flicked his tail in dismissal towards her “Get lost, you’re ruining my spot.. Go lecture your son about having decent manners.” Silas grumbled towards her, suddenly turning around and his back was towards her. The large tom was more used to dismissing felines and they would be on their way.. That’s what happened when he was a respected leader. Letting out a sigh of annoyance, he turned to look back and still see the molly there
“You just gonna stand there looking at me like an idiot all day?”
Chanterellefrost |The Unbroken of Thunderclan|
Chant could not help but narrow her eyes at him calling her a ‘hot momma’ she did not know how to take it as it sounded like a compliment but most likely an insult coming from him. Huffing under her breath as she brushes off his boyish grin, his half-assed charm would not work on her. Silently watching the rogue as he glances around, she could not help but notice the look of familiarity glaze over his eyes. Now that sparked curiosity within her, was he from a clan? Is that why he is so uncomfortable being here? It would seem that her brief assumption had been correct as moments later he confirms it. Brows furrowing as she studies Silas more closely, why would he leave the clan? His family?
Ignoring the fact he rolled his eyes in exasperation at her confusion, ‘Well he should be less cryptic and just spill it out’ Chant thought to herself before focusing on the reddish brown tom with interest. Her icy blue eyes widening at the new information, he had been born here? Left when he was an apprentice…she vaguely remembered the story as it was tragic news at the time to have an apprentice perish. ‘Pikepaw…hmm the name certainly was fitting’ she muses with amusement twinkling in her eyes before realizing that if he hadn’t died like many believed, he had faked his death. Frowning at the thought that Silas had been so miserable in his early life that he gladly faked his death, leaving his parents to grieve without closure.
No matter how much Chanterelle wanted to judge this rogue, she could not as she too remembered how miserable she had been with her family. If it hadn’t been for her brother and her dear friend, Hawk, she feared she would have done something drastic as well. Biting her lower lip as she remains silent, for some reason Silas was revealing his past to her, even if she did not like him, she would lend her ear. Sighing as she regards the tom, “I am sorry to hear about your mother’s passing. That neither of you got to say goodbye, have you talked to your father? Does he know that you are alive…and here?” She delicately asks, not wanting to overstep in her curiosity.
Though her curiosity dwindles as he asks about her story, did she really seem like a molly carrying a lot of baggage? Tensing up as Silas brings up the gossip he had been hearing, that Jaguarkit was Hawkstar’s son. Even if it would have made her life easier to pretend that Jaguar was his, she could never do that to his real father. Shaking her cherry brown cranium as she forces out a weak laugh, deciding not to lie to the stranger as her icy cyan and turquoise blue eyes soften just a little. “If only it were not simple. That pain in ass that runs this place use to be my mate…but not anymore” she sighs out. Lips twitching in mild amusement, “Hmm I suppose I am a momma carrying a lot of baggage. Best you steer clear of me” Chant warns, though her once biting tone held less of a bite and more of a teasing edge.
Silas Loner
“Oh, you’re a hot Mama.” Silas grinned, looking at Chant with a boyish grin on his face while his eyes were scanning her. Despite the very uptight attitude, Chant was a pretty attractive molly. Letting out a sigh, the large tom looked around. Silas hated being around Thunderclan with his entire existence, he was itching to get out of this hell hole and going back to his group where he rightfully belonged. Thunderclan had never been his home while growing up, he would always remain an outcast. “This place always gave me the ick, hated it from the moment I became an apprentice.” Silas muttered, the reddish brown tom looking unimpressed with the camp. It wasn’t until he noticed the cherry bengal’s confused expression that caused Silas to roll his eyes and looked towards the camp entrance.. As if he was expecting to magically heal and run out of the camp. “I was born here in Thunderclan, my name was Pikekit.. Well Pikepaw later on.” Silas began, rolling his eyes at the thought of his former name. That name was more of a cursed word for him, not even his closest friends knew that former name. Stretching his back legs, Silas let out a long sign before shaking his head “Early on in life, I knew clan life wasn’t really for me. The expectations of clan life: you're supposed to grow up, serve your clan and only live by the rules and laws that a bunch of spirits and leaders make? It ain’t for me.” Silas said rolling his eyes.
“So I did whatever a reasonable cat would do if he doesn’t want to be trapped for the rest of his life.. I ran off, faked my death.” Silas said nonchalantly towards Chant, thinking of his loner life with a fond smile. He could tell that the female was perhaps silently judging him about his fake death and how it would affect his loved ones. Ignoring whatever look she was giving him, the large tom gave a shrug “Of course I felt bad that I left my parents with such grief and loneliness, but I would have honestly committed some kind of war crimes if I stayed with how miserable I was.” Silas said, playing with the soil on the ground a bit with his left paw. “Of course, I came back here and my mother had passed on sadly.. My father is an elder in the den, tough bastard is still kicking after all these times.” Silas said, impressed with his father. His father was perhaps one of the toughest felines he had ever met, never shed a tear for anything and took pain like a champion. Looking towards the beautiful molly, Silas narrowed his eyes “Anyways, what’s your story? You look like a woman with a lot of baggage. Where’s the squirt’s father? Heard it was the pain in the ass who leads this place.” Silas said, as of course the one thing that he hated was clan gossip.. Of course he couldn’t avoid it because the elders were literally screaming it in front of him.
Chanterellefrost |The Unbroken of Thunderclan|
Cyan and turquoise blue eyes glittering in amusement at Silas’s discomfort. She could tell that the arrogant rogue was use to bossing others around and maybe even getting his way. So to be able to show that one should never mess with a mother bear and her cub, gave her satisfaction. Arching a brow as he hissed an insult up at her, his amber eyes blazing with anger. “No I am not demonic” Chanterelle murmurs with a sweet laugh escaping her lips. Lowering her cranium downwards toward his ear, “I am worse. I am a protective mother. You better watch it” she hisses back as she steps away.
Ears flicking back, lips curling in a silent snarl as he calls her ‘baby girl’ as well as insult her son within the same sentence. Chant wished more than ever to knock that smirk off his face…with her claws. “Hm I definitely won’t have him near you again.” She assures with a scowl on her lips at the red and brown tabby. Just when she goes to pad off towards the nursery with her son, does Silas call for her to stop for a moment. Frowning deeply as he tells her son to scram, her blue gaze watching Jaguarkit carefully as he scurried back to the nursery. “How about this? Don’t speak, look, or even breathe in my son’s direction? You have no right to talk to him that way” Chant coldly states.
Sighing through her nose as she turns her petite form in Silas’s direction, her icy gaze locking on him. Arching a brow impatiently as she silently urges the rogue to spit out whatever it was that he found so important to tell her. Ears flicking back in slight apprehension as he moves closer towards her, his fall form towering over her as he tries to intimidate her. Clenching her jaw in anger as he goes on about not taking to being embarrassed by the likes of her. A cold mocking laugh escapes her lips, icy stormy blue eyes flicker up to meet his fiery ones. “‘Likes of me?’ Why because I am a female? Why? Has your little pride been damaged? Surely a big tough guy like yourself would have more pride and dignity than that?! Oh well” Chant muses with a mocking smile.
“Here is a little tip; While you are here free loading our food, water, and healing supplies maybe keep your mouth shut and stay in your lane? If not you more than free to leave” Chant shrugs simply. She would not sit idly by as this rogue dissed her and her clan that were helping him regain his strength. Eyes narrowing in warning as he continues on that it was certainly attractive that she stands up to him. She did not know what type of females he was use to, but he would hardly get that here. Huffing to herself as she watches his demeanor change slightly as he nods in greetings. What surprised her the most was his boyish grin, making his rough and touch appearance more approachable as he introduces himself.
“Just Silas would have sufficed” Chant sighs out. She did not need to know his title as it meant nothing here. “Hmm I suppose I will tell you my name. Only so you can leave me and my son, Jaguarkit alone” she decided as she gives him an almost unnoticed smile. “Chanterellefrost is my name.”
Silas
Rogue
“Dumbass child, doesn’t even have a bra-“ Slias muttered, his eyes narrowed in irritation towards the kit. The nerve of some children! It wasn’t until the cherry Bengal approached him that caused him to let out a snort of irritation. Of course this was the brat’s mother, at least she is coming to apologize for the little idiot’s behavior. Ugh, she was more irritating than the kid. Turning his back towards her, he closed his eyes for a moment and started spacing out once more. However, everything changed when Chanterellefrost hooked her claw lightly into Silas’ shoulder which caused the larger tom to let out a hiss of pain. Blasted witch! She really had gotten him good!
His eyebrows furrowed for a moment and amber eyes blazing in anger when looking towards her. Baring his teeth, he looked into her eyes for a moment “Demonic woman.” Silas hissed out. His face showing discomfort but never giving the molly the satisfaction of knowing that she got to him. Listening to Chanterellefrost’a words, he couldn’t help letting out a loud scoff. The beautiful Cherry Bengal certainly was one to not be messed with, that was incredibly hot. A smirk appeared on his face, biting his lower lip “Baby girl, I don’t want anything to do with your son. Keep that little demonic spawn away from me.” Silas had said with a relaxed tone in his voice, as he couldn't have cared less about this female and her child. Where was the father anyways?
“Hold up.” Silas said, the red and brown tabby rising up from his spot and started making his way towards the molly. Narrowing his eyes at Jaguarkit who also had stopped, he flicked his tail in dismissal towards the kit “I wasn’t speaking to you, scram little brat.” The large tom said, watching the kit looking at his mother before going towards the nursery. Sure, Silas had come across as very rude.. But Silas couldn't care less, no one wouldn’t be able to change who Silas was. His amber gaze looked towards Chanterellefrost before moving towards her with an unreadable expression.
“I don’t like to be embarrassed by anyone, especially someone like you.” Silas began, stepping closer to her until his broad chest pushed up against her. The red and brown tabby shouldn’t have been incredibly cruel but his pride and ego was more important. The rogue leader was more used to others understanding him, his reasonings for everything were for his group and himself. Thunderclan had never thought about him, they only cared about the stupid code. “Keep yourself in lane, because I won’t be taking your shit. You grew up on your little code, but that code means nothing to me.” Silas said, backing up from her for a moment before a smirk escaped his lips
“But I’ll admit, It’s very attractive when there’s a woman who stands her ground and knows what she wants in life.” Silas admitted, his tail flicking back and forth. Usually the females that he encountered were easily submissive towards him or other males.. But it was almost refreshing to see someone like Chanterellefrost standing up to him. Dipping his head in greetings towards her, a boyish smile appeared on his face “Name is Silas, I lead a group called the Shadowrunners in the city.” The tom introduced himself to her.
Chanterellefrost |The Unbroken of Thunderclan|
Forcing a smile as a fellow Queen stops her on her afternoon stroll with Jaguarkit. Her peripheral vision never leaving her son as he knows to stay within sight of the Cherry bengal. It took all within Chanterellefrost not to roll her eyes and walk away from the Queen who thought now was the time to give her some ‘friendly’ advice on raising a kit without a father. “Thank you, I appreciate the concern but Jaguar and I are doing just fine” she clips with a falsely sweet voice before noticing her young kit bothering a rogue she had found passed out on her rare walks by herself since having her son; Vanillabreeze was a absolute blessing when it came to watching Jaguar for a few hours. Her brilliant blue eyes widening in alarm as Silas snaps at her son and kicks him away. Moving away from the long forgotten queen, rushing off towards her son.
“Shhh shhh my little cub, it is alright. What have I told you about attacking tails? Especially of those grumpy elders?” She hums out, knowing that Silas as heard from the way his ear twitched in irritation. Licking her kit between the eyes, soothing him before focusing fully on the reddish brown tomcat. “Stay behind me okay? No running off Jaguar” she warns before her eyes narrow as she stalks over to Silas. Her Cherry bengal pelt prickling in irritation as he blatantly closes his eyes and stretches out in the sun. The gull of this tom! At first she had wanted to have her son apologize, but the attitude of Silas had turned her mood even more sour. Purposefully blocking his lovely sunlight, wanting him to look up at her. Ignoring his dismissal, after her split with her ex-mate and having Jaguar, Chanterelle was certainly no longer the sweet sometimes pushover molly—not anymore.
“I am sure your little out in the sun can wait” she shrugs off his want for her to disappear. “He already knows what he did wrong, but do you know what you did wrong?” Chant questions with a tilt to her cranium. Course she knew that Silas did not care, especially when he turned his back on her. It was clear as day that the big tough rogue did not see her as a threat. That would be his mistake. Tail lashing as he calls her an idiot, biting her cheek to refrain from barring her fangs at the arrogant toerag. Instead she gives him a sweet smile, “So sorry! Where are my manners?” Before he knew what was happening, Chant’s paw grabs hold of his tender shoulder that was still in the process of healing. Shoving his shoulder back, forcing the larger male to face fully up at her. The smile no longer on her face as she regards him coolly. “Next time you lay a paw on my son, you will need more than a trip to the medicine den to fix that shoulder. Got it?” Putting little pressure on his shoulder until seeing the slight discomfort on Silas’s face before moving away from him.
“Come along Jaguarkit! Time for a nap!” She ushers him away, pausing for a moment to look over her slim shoulder. “Oh, sorry for my son, I’ll certainly make sure he stays away from you, wouldn’t want your lack of manners to rub off on him.”