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.