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Post by ++ Alixa ++ on Aug 30, 2009 13:33:19 GMT -8
Name: Swiftstar
Age: 40 moons
Rank: Leader
Clan: Windclan
Personality:
Swiftclaw is a very noble, wise cat, perhaps even beyond his ears a little. He’s very clever and strategic. Due to his age and experience as a warrior and apprentice, he is a very quick thinker, and can handle changes in a battle. As a kit, he was pretty mature, and was always obedient to those older than him. He was always great at following orders. And when he was an apprentice, he formed the habit of doing everything in his power to make his mentor proud. Because of this, he has developed the nature of being one to finish tasks, and do them well and thoroughly. He is a very determined to ensure things are done as best as they possibly can be, from apprentice assessments, to rebuilding camp walls or dens.. He pushes his limits when needed, and doesn’t back down unless told to, or can no longer continue on. Sometimes known to be stubborn, but he grew out of that for the most part. He always has the welfare of the clan as his highest priority, with his own needs coming in second or third. If there’s someone that needs his aide, he’ll be there as quickly as his paws can carry him. His devotion and loyalty to those in his clan is never ending and powerful. His morale is that of all warriors, to defend the clan at any cost, even his own life. He looks out for all clan members, and because of his organized nature, he likes to ensure things run smoothly. He is known to be stern and disciplinary when mistakes are made, but also corrects them kindly instead of harshly, unless of course his patience is tried and the mistake is made repeatedly after a large number of warnings. His patience is very enduring, and it’s hard to get him frustrated or angry, but it can happen, and when he is angered, it’s best to give him a little space to avoid unwanted snapping. He even makes sure that if he feels himself loosing control over his feelings, he distances himself by going hunting or patrolling the borders. He doesn’t want any harm to befall his clan, so if he does get wrathful, he will make sure he can’t harm them by doing this. But his usual nature is calm, patient, accepting, and kind to his comrades. He’s the first in to enter the fray, and the last to eat from the fresh-kill pile, always making sure his clan has the best it can have.
Description/Physical:
Swiftclaw is what any would call muscular and large for his clan. Standing at 10 inches, he‘s not one to be mocked. He has very lean, very strong muscle. His haunches and shoulders are perhaps the most powerful places on his body, which give him the power needed to propel himself forward hard and fast. His chest is fairly broad, as any male cat‘s chest would be. His paws are large, with very long, very sharp claws, which are good for getting a firm grip on the ground, as well as his prey. But he‘s not bulky, per say. He is actually fairly sleek and lithe. He is quick and agile, making it easier for him to catch his prey. His limbs are long and limber, with plenty of lean muscle wrapped around them. Everything is in great proportion. His head fits near perfectly on his head, with good sized ears, though they aren’t too large. He has very sharp teeth, designed for ripping into the skin of his prey, giving him a fierce bite. So it’s clear to see he’s not only quick and agile like Windclan cats, but that he was also graced by Starclan with muscle and power for him to be a fierce and formidable fighter in battle.
His pelt is very thick, with medium length fur. He is what you would call a mackerel tabby, meaning that he is the usual color of an average tabby, but the stripes within his dark fur are even, instead of swirling around like other tabbies. He has white paws, and a white underbelly that runs along the underside of his neck, and stops at his bottom lips. His tail is void of any white places, though and measures 13 inches in length.
His eyes are a beautiful emerald color, but lighter than the stone. But they also have very dark emerald flecks within them. They are shaped like most cat eyes, but they have a very deep, very captivating gaze. It’s hard to look away once you meet them with your own. They are very expressive, and show whatever emotions flicker through Swiftstar’s body.
Family & Friends:
The whole of Windclan he views as his friends. His family consists of the following: Cloudheart- Mother (deceased); Liontail- Father(deceased); Sandkit- Brother(deceased); Fernkit- Sister(deceased)
RP Example:
The crisp morning air filled the lungs of the large tom as he lay upon his side. The morning sun shone through the places where the leaves of the ferns did not completely block out the golden light, and moss wasn't there to aide in keeping out th sun. Slowly, his exposed side rose and fell, lips closed as the large tom continued to drift within the darkness if his slumber, despite the small golden speckles of light that broke through his den. His tail curls and uncurls ever so slowly, his exposed whiskers twitching as he dreamt...
The tall grass tickled his nose and face as he crouched there, pupils wide, emerald green eyes shining with determination and want. A want to do what he could for his mother and father, to make them proud... he knew his father would be if he brought back the largest rabbit that he could. And since he had just became a warrior no more than a few days ago, he wanted to show the whole clan and his family that he was suited for an even higher position... It wasn't dark ambition. More so, just the undying need to make his parents' chests swell with pride at their son being the leader of Windclan.
He leaped forward, forepaws extended with claws extracted as his powerful haunches launched his toward his quarry not more than a few feet from him. It was too busy chewing on grass to realize what was happening, it all happened to fast for the creature to realize it had taken in its last meal. He had managed to pin the rabbit with his weight, and with a swift grip and twist of the rabbit's neck, it fell motionless. Limp in his jaws as he stood over his catch. The rabbit wasn't as large as he'd hoped he would find. But he would always have another chance to find that trophy catch to bring back home to his clan. His want to please his leader, and make his parents truly proud of their one and only surviving kit... His two sisters... They hadn't had a chance at life... Born dead, Swiftstar, though at the time known as Swiftkit, was the healthiest one who had miraculously managed to survive whatever had taken his sisters...
He saw his mother's beautiful face, sweet and gentle. Her pelt a silken sable... Her eyes the deepest emerald he'd ever known to exist. She was such a sweet and loving cat, kind to all who needed it, yet fierce to all threats toward her clan or her only son. After she'd seen her two dead daughters, she'd fallen into a very deep depression and even fell ill, moved to the medicine cat's den. But no matter what herb the tom had used, she never managed to come out of her deep sorrows... And that had only spurred Swift, who had been an apprentice at the time of his mother's great struggle, had wanted nothing more than to make her smile, since she never did after that unless the young tabby accomplished something great and glorious, like conquering assessments and tasks quickly but thoroughly.
Lids lifted sleepily, emerald green eyes taking in the familiar sight of his den. Slowly, he rose into a sitting position, slightly shaken, a small glimmer of sadness within his eyes as he ran his pink tongue over his white crested, broad chest. His furn was unusually thick, but it guarded well against the strong winds that blew across the top of the moor. Standing, he gave himself a full shake, and stepped outside into the camp. The small pile of various sized rabbits was at the center of the camp. Sweeping his gaze over the emptiness, he tested the air. Cherryblossom and Blazinghope were off somewhere within the territory. And so, taking to a jogging pace, he moved toward the main entrance of into the camp, and left the empty site behind him, climbing the hill to stand atop the more, muscled already taut and braced as he prepared himself to feel the powerful winds against his fur. Said winds ripped past Swiftstar's strong form, rippling his thick mackerel tabby fur as he stood there, tail erect as he ran his gaze over the vast expanse of grass void of most all vegetation, save for fern patches and large bushes. And so, taking to his jogging pace one more, he headed toward the border, lean but powerful muscles propelling him forward as he took to a lone patrol of the borders. There were few warriors, and it seemed that the two warriors were off hunting. So, he had no other choice but to go it alone. Emerald gaze alert, but tranquil, he took to his duty as leader to ensure things were well and as they should be.
History:
Kithood: Born and raised in Windclan, many of the other cats thought he wasn’t really his father’s son, but had accused his mother of having had an affair with a Thunderclan cat. She denied this, as did his father, both standing by one another and protecting their single kit. Swiftkit had been the only surviving kit of his littler of three. He had a brother and a sister, but both had died at a very young age because of green cough. So, his mother had guarded him fiercely from the rest of the cats, not wanting her son to feel like an outcast amongst his own blood. He was always waiting for his father to come back to camp after various duties were done, and was always around his mother, basking in the sun and listening to her gentle voice. But on one leaf bare, both him and his mother had gotten deathly ill. The medicine cat had worked hard on both of them. Surprisingly and miraculously, Swiftkit survived and was returned to the nursery to stay with another Queen. But soon, the dreadful news had reached him. His mother never pulled through the illness, and had joined Starclan. His father was deeply depressed, but stayed strong for Swiftkit.
Apprenticeship: He was mentored by a Windclan tom named Cloudfur, who trained him long and hard, but never did he push Swiftpaw farther than Swiftpaw pushed himself. His mentor had often told him, even, to take it easy, that he was working himself too hard. But Swiftpaw wanted to make his dead mother and depressed father proud of him, and so he continued to train hard, being hard on himself, and doing everything to the best of his abilities. He did whatever he could, and as many tasks as he could manage throughout the day. And when he was finally 13 moons, he was named Swiftclaw, for his swiftness and the sharpness of his fighting skills.
Warriorhood/Deputyhood: He mentored an apprentice named Rainpaw, a tortoise shell young she-cat who seemed to be just as fierce in doing her parents proud as Swiftclaw had been when he was an apprentice. So, he found her very easy to train, because she was always wanting to do some form of apprentice duties, and always started early, and ended late, though always was she able to have enough energy to do well. And when she had become a warrior, he was handed Willowpaw, who was another very driven and motivated she-cat. Again, the training went well, and quickly, and after she had reached 12 moons, she too was named a warrior. It was then that his leader had named him his deputy. He then took on another apprentice, Darkpaw, a black young tom who had some motivational issues. This one took a bit longer, but Swiftclaw had managed to show his young apprentice the more confident spirit within Darkpaw. And after more vigorous training, he too became a warrior. And shortly after that, in a battle with Swiftclaw and the newly named Darktail as well as a few other warriors had gone to defend the borders of Windclan from Shadowclan, when their leader had lost his last life. And thus, Swiftclaw was dubbed Swiftstar, the new Windclan leader.
Other: Hmmmm. Nope.
Completed? Yes
CODEWORD: CHOCOLATE
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