Post by dreamer216 on Jan 3, 2013 10:49:41 GMT -5
Name: Swiftkit, Swiftpaw, Swiftspirit
Clan: Mistclan
Rank: Deputy
Age: 38 moons
Gender: Tom
Picture:
Description: A shadowy tom crouches in the heather. He is tall, with long lean legs, and a light compact body, making it obvious he was built for the speed of Mistclan hunting habits.
A breeze ripples the smooth short black fur of the toms pelt. His muzzle lifts to sniff the air, and you find that it is white, while a white blaze adorns his neck. Black claws slide out of white toes, and his white tail-tip twitches. White whiskered lips slide back to reveal ivory fangs, and a light pink nose twitches slightly.
He leaps forward and lands to give a killing blow to his prey, and straightens, sun-yellow eyes glinting, his faded pink paw pads washed in scarlet blood. Turning he stalks away, leaving nothing but a fading scent trail.
Personality:
General: Swiftspirit is known for being a very good-natured cat. He's very optimistic, and sometimes sees things as a joke. He is strong and confident of his abilities, and also very smart. He may be playful and sometimes immature, but he knows when its time to be serious.
Likes: His favorite prey is definitely rabbit, which he always says holds the flavors and essence of the moor. His favorite time of day is Sun high when he can relax for a little while and snooze in the sun.
Dislikes: His least favorite prey is Blackbird, which he thinks carries the taste and attitude of Shadowclan. His least favorite time of day is dawn. He hates the beginning of the day and routine with a passion, and thus tends to organize any needed patrls the evening before, when he is positive he is completely lucid.
Strengths: He is fast and smart, preferring to hunt rabbits with speed then anything else. Clever. In battle he uses moves that he created, and trained with, and always tries to outsmart his enemies instead of just beat them with brute strength.
Weaknesses: He isn't good at any other type of hunting, like hunting birds or forest prey. His fur coloring makes it hard for him to hunt on the moors, and sometimes frustrates him when some cats might have gotten the prey without much difficulty. He has had to train harder and concealing himself and then putting on a burst of speed so as to catch his prey.
Fears: Fears Water and lightning due to instances in his kithood.
Toward Clanmates: To most she-cats he is very much like a big brother, always joking around and bothering them to no end. To toms he is very much a friend, and often gives romantic advice whether they want it or not. Sometimes he'll pop up from nowhere and scare cats in the strangest situations, just to see their reactions.
Toward outsiders: He is cautious, but usually friendly, of course, under that freindliness, is a sense of care. If he thinks the other is a threat it will be eliminated.
History: Backround: His parents were Bluesky and Blackhawk, Mistclan warriors that had been in love since their days as apprentices. For many moons his parents were content to be with each other, but they were certainly overjoyed at the news that Bluesky was expecting. At Blackhawk’s insistence she moved into the nursery immediately. It was a good thing she did. After a long and difficult pregnancy she finally gave birth to two healthy kits in late greenleaf, a she-kit and a tom, almost losing her life in the process. She named the first kit, the tom, Swiftkit, for the speed with which he started moving and mewling, never stopping, and the she-kit Icekit, after her bright white pelt, inherited from some obscure ancestor.
Kithood: Swiftkit had very active and loving parents, that were willing to hunt for them and spend a large amount of time playing with them. Swiftkit and Icekit grew up with a very close bond, but were very competitive with each other, attempting to out do the other. They were known to frequently attempt leaving camp, but were usually brought back by their father who was quite insistent they stay there. They also enjoyed listening to ancient tales of old, of Cheetahclan and such. Even though the elders were a little grumpy they were always worth listening to. Around four moons A huge storm struck Mistclan territory and camp was almost flooded, Swiftkit had never seen such fearsome lightning and pounding water, and he began to fear water and lightning from that day on. Soon Swiftkit and Icekit were ready to be apprenticed.
Apprenticeship: Swiftkit became Swiftpaw, and was apprenticed to a sour tom named Thorntooth. Swiftpaw always tried to do his best, but Thorntooth seemed to find fault in everything he did, meanwhile his sister was rising quickly in the eyes of the clan. She was a successful hunter in every way and was an incredible fighter, she was beautiful and charming. Everyone loved her and praised her for her greatness, and Swiftpaw sat in the backround, stuck with a sourpuss for a mentor. Soon he got angry at her and jealous of her popularity, refusing to talk to her or even acknowledge her. One day while Swiftpaw and his mentor were patrolling Fernclan territory line they got involved in a border dispute. Swiftpaw fought hard and ended up saving his mentor’s life as well as that of another clanmate. Immediately the situation was reversed and Swiftpaw found himself made a warrior for his courage. He was given the name Swiftspirit.
Warrior Moons: For many moons Swiftspirit fought and hunted as a warrior should. He was given one apprentice. Robinpaw, who he trained hard, became a warrior a moon ahead of the usual time and was named Robinstorm. He was strong and caring and Swiftspirit was very proud of him.
Swiftspirit participated in the expulsion of a fox from the territory one day, and was found to have been stuck battling it alone for a few moments. His clanmates unconscious and the reinforcements still on their way. He was able to hold it off for the few minutes until the patrol came, but it still left him wounded and exausted. Once again he was hailed as a brave warrior and recognized as such by the then leader.
Swiftspirit has not yet found a she-cat with whom he wishes to spend his life, but has been waiting for the perfect opportunity. He wants a strong and reliable she-cat who he can count on to stay by his side no matter what.
He was surprised that when Emberstar died, and Rowanstar became leader, he was chosen as deputy. At first he was doubtful, for he felt he young for the position, but the clan seemed to agree, well most of them. Since then he has worked hard to show Rowanstar his devotion.
Example of rping :
(Pitiful post, but today I'm kinda low on muse)
Swiftspirit stretched his muscles and yawned, blinking his eyes sleepily. He hated mornings. No, he despised them. But just because he was deputy he couldn`t just go around and give everyone but him the dawn patrols, that wouldn't be fair. Well he could, but it wouldn't make the clan happy. He shook himself, and paused to look ver his fur real quick. It was dusty, but not caked or matted in any way, he would leave it as it was, he didn`t have time to look perfect.
Glancing outside the den he started, realizing it was later than he had thought. He hurried out of the den to where his patrol was milling around uncertainly by the entrance waiting for him.
With a bright smile he apologized.
"Sorry everyone, I had a hard time sleeping, you know, because of the snoring,"
He winked at them, he was only joking, though most warriors had to get used to sleeping with snoring, because some cats just could not shake the habit. It was getting so bad, Swiftspirit was starting to wonder if he should ask the medicine cat for some herbs.
Swiftspirit glanced in the direction of Rowanstar's den, wondering if the leader was needing him for something. He doubted it, Rowanstar would have called him otherwise. Swiftspirit wa hoping that he would have nothing t report after this patrol.
Struggling to maintain focused he padded through the entrance, taking the lead of his patrol, and setting off in the direction of Stormclan's territory. He was hoping to keep his paws from getting wet, but these day no one knew what could happen.
Clan: Mistclan
Rank: Deputy
Age: 38 moons
Gender: Tom
Picture:
Description: A shadowy tom crouches in the heather. He is tall, with long lean legs, and a light compact body, making it obvious he was built for the speed of Mistclan hunting habits.
A breeze ripples the smooth short black fur of the toms pelt. His muzzle lifts to sniff the air, and you find that it is white, while a white blaze adorns his neck. Black claws slide out of white toes, and his white tail-tip twitches. White whiskered lips slide back to reveal ivory fangs, and a light pink nose twitches slightly.
He leaps forward and lands to give a killing blow to his prey, and straightens, sun-yellow eyes glinting, his faded pink paw pads washed in scarlet blood. Turning he stalks away, leaving nothing but a fading scent trail.
Personality:
General: Swiftspirit is known for being a very good-natured cat. He's very optimistic, and sometimes sees things as a joke. He is strong and confident of his abilities, and also very smart. He may be playful and sometimes immature, but he knows when its time to be serious.
Likes: His favorite prey is definitely rabbit, which he always says holds the flavors and essence of the moor. His favorite time of day is Sun high when he can relax for a little while and snooze in the sun.
Dislikes: His least favorite prey is Blackbird, which he thinks carries the taste and attitude of Shadowclan. His least favorite time of day is dawn. He hates the beginning of the day and routine with a passion, and thus tends to organize any needed patrls the evening before, when he is positive he is completely lucid.
Strengths: He is fast and smart, preferring to hunt rabbits with speed then anything else. Clever. In battle he uses moves that he created, and trained with, and always tries to outsmart his enemies instead of just beat them with brute strength.
Weaknesses: He isn't good at any other type of hunting, like hunting birds or forest prey. His fur coloring makes it hard for him to hunt on the moors, and sometimes frustrates him when some cats might have gotten the prey without much difficulty. He has had to train harder and concealing himself and then putting on a burst of speed so as to catch his prey.
Fears: Fears Water and lightning due to instances in his kithood.
Toward Clanmates: To most she-cats he is very much like a big brother, always joking around and bothering them to no end. To toms he is very much a friend, and often gives romantic advice whether they want it or not. Sometimes he'll pop up from nowhere and scare cats in the strangest situations, just to see their reactions.
Toward outsiders: He is cautious, but usually friendly, of course, under that freindliness, is a sense of care. If he thinks the other is a threat it will be eliminated.
History: Backround: His parents were Bluesky and Blackhawk, Mistclan warriors that had been in love since their days as apprentices. For many moons his parents were content to be with each other, but they were certainly overjoyed at the news that Bluesky was expecting. At Blackhawk’s insistence she moved into the nursery immediately. It was a good thing she did. After a long and difficult pregnancy she finally gave birth to two healthy kits in late greenleaf, a she-kit and a tom, almost losing her life in the process. She named the first kit, the tom, Swiftkit, for the speed with which he started moving and mewling, never stopping, and the she-kit Icekit, after her bright white pelt, inherited from some obscure ancestor.
Kithood: Swiftkit had very active and loving parents, that were willing to hunt for them and spend a large amount of time playing with them. Swiftkit and Icekit grew up with a very close bond, but were very competitive with each other, attempting to out do the other. They were known to frequently attempt leaving camp, but were usually brought back by their father who was quite insistent they stay there. They also enjoyed listening to ancient tales of old, of Cheetahclan and such. Even though the elders were a little grumpy they were always worth listening to. Around four moons A huge storm struck Mistclan territory and camp was almost flooded, Swiftkit had never seen such fearsome lightning and pounding water, and he began to fear water and lightning from that day on. Soon Swiftkit and Icekit were ready to be apprenticed.
Apprenticeship: Swiftkit became Swiftpaw, and was apprenticed to a sour tom named Thorntooth. Swiftpaw always tried to do his best, but Thorntooth seemed to find fault in everything he did, meanwhile his sister was rising quickly in the eyes of the clan. She was a successful hunter in every way and was an incredible fighter, she was beautiful and charming. Everyone loved her and praised her for her greatness, and Swiftpaw sat in the backround, stuck with a sourpuss for a mentor. Soon he got angry at her and jealous of her popularity, refusing to talk to her or even acknowledge her. One day while Swiftpaw and his mentor were patrolling Fernclan territory line they got involved in a border dispute. Swiftpaw fought hard and ended up saving his mentor’s life as well as that of another clanmate. Immediately the situation was reversed and Swiftpaw found himself made a warrior for his courage. He was given the name Swiftspirit.
Warrior Moons: For many moons Swiftspirit fought and hunted as a warrior should. He was given one apprentice. Robinpaw, who he trained hard, became a warrior a moon ahead of the usual time and was named Robinstorm. He was strong and caring and Swiftspirit was very proud of him.
Swiftspirit participated in the expulsion of a fox from the territory one day, and was found to have been stuck battling it alone for a few moments. His clanmates unconscious and the reinforcements still on their way. He was able to hold it off for the few minutes until the patrol came, but it still left him wounded and exausted. Once again he was hailed as a brave warrior and recognized as such by the then leader.
Swiftspirit has not yet found a she-cat with whom he wishes to spend his life, but has been waiting for the perfect opportunity. He wants a strong and reliable she-cat who he can count on to stay by his side no matter what.
He was surprised that when Emberstar died, and Rowanstar became leader, he was chosen as deputy. At first he was doubtful, for he felt he young for the position, but the clan seemed to agree, well most of them. Since then he has worked hard to show Rowanstar his devotion.
Example of rping :
(Pitiful post, but today I'm kinda low on muse)
Swiftspirit stretched his muscles and yawned, blinking his eyes sleepily. He hated mornings. No, he despised them. But just because he was deputy he couldn`t just go around and give everyone but him the dawn patrols, that wouldn't be fair. Well he could, but it wouldn't make the clan happy. He shook himself, and paused to look ver his fur real quick. It was dusty, but not caked or matted in any way, he would leave it as it was, he didn`t have time to look perfect.
Glancing outside the den he started, realizing it was later than he had thought. He hurried out of the den to where his patrol was milling around uncertainly by the entrance waiting for him.
With a bright smile he apologized.
"Sorry everyone, I had a hard time sleeping, you know, because of the snoring,"
He winked at them, he was only joking, though most warriors had to get used to sleeping with snoring, because some cats just could not shake the habit. It was getting so bad, Swiftspirit was starting to wonder if he should ask the medicine cat for some herbs.
Swiftspirit glanced in the direction of Rowanstar's den, wondering if the leader was needing him for something. He doubted it, Rowanstar would have called him otherwise. Swiftspirit wa hoping that he would have nothing t report after this patrol.
Struggling to maintain focused he padded through the entrance, taking the lead of his patrol, and setting off in the direction of Stormclan's territory. He was hoping to keep his paws from getting wet, but these day no one knew what could happen.
