Swiftpaw [OLD]

[duskflight]

Name: Swiftpaw (Will be Swiftfeather when warrior)

Prefix Meaning: Swift: Fur color

Suffix Meaning: Feather: Fast/stealthy

Age: 6 1/2 moons

Rank: Apprentice

Clan: Nightclan

Description:

Swiftpaw is a lithe she-cat with short black fur. However, A single spot of white fur mars her chest, as one of her distinguishing features. She is careful to keep her fur perfectly sleek and smooth, she prefers to be presentable at all times. Her height is slightly smaller than others, and she takes full advantage of this fact, rather than being hindered by it. Her paws are average-sized, which allow her to put more force into her attacks, without hindering her speed or stealth too much. She is very light on her feet, though quite muscular for her size. Due to these facts, she is able to move quickly and quietly through her swampy forest home.

Her tail was kinked at, as well as bit shorter than that of other cats', as a result of an incident that happened on her first outing as an apprentice. This causes her to have slight trouble with her balance when leaping, but that just serves to make her more determined to become better. Her eyes are the golden color of leaves in leaf-bare, though with a touch of green around her pupil sometimes. Her eyes seem to change between being a solid gold, and gold with green around the pupils depending on how bright the forest is.

Personality:

~Self~

Swiftpaw has high energy levels, and is very curious, which causes her to sometimes do things she shouldn't when there's nothing else to do. She acts like a kit only when things are unbearably boring, and she feels they could be better; but most of the time she tries to appear older than she is. When doing something important, she directs all her energy towards the goal, completely focused. She has never been in a battle, but imagines that she would do very well in one if she was, and wouldn't think twice about showing the other clans which is superior. She follows the warrior code in all situations, unless she feels that something needs to be done that just wouldn't get done otherwise, or if something doesn't seem right to her(guided by her moral compass, basically).

~Towards others~

She is quite careful to be respectful to most of the cats in her clan, with the exception of those she dislikes(of course), in which case she can be extremely rude. Her feelings towards other clans are dependant on the situation, if it was a battle, or a tense one she would naturally be disgusted, mocking, and superior. If it was a friendly, or neutral one, she would be cautiously curious, and stiffly polite unless she knew the cat well. She is very prideful, so if anything about her were to be mocked, she would quickly turn hostile(in other words, trigger-happy). If she notices something strange is up with a cat inside or outside her clan, she'd be be very quick to ask about it, and do something about it if possible without embarrassing herself too terribly.

History:

~Birth & Kithood~

Her birth was rather unremarkable, it was a small litter of two kits, and there were no complications, either. However, soon after the kits were born, when their eyes were just opened, but still within the time-frame when their immune systems weren't the strongest, they caught greencough from one older cats in the clan. Her sibling died, unable to fight off the sickness, and unable to get help from the medicine cat due to a recent shortage of catmint. Swiftkit however, was able to withstand it long enough for the clan to find enough catmint to help her, and got over it. Unfortunately, she wouldn't even remember her deceased sibling in the future, and her parents would never tell her about it, either. The question of where her sibling had gone was asked repeatedly, and eventually dropped because it made everyone sad for some reason.

There came a turning point when she was about two moons old, where her father had fallen into some deep swamp while hunting, and sunk so deep into the mud that he'd suffocated, but his body hadn't been brought back. Swiftkit didn't understand what death really was, though she knew that it meant the cat wasn't coming back, so she wasn't devastated, believing he'd come back, but was sad about him leaving unannounced like that. Shortly after this happened, he mother seemed to fall ill, her tail began to droop wherever she went, and eventually disappeared altogether, just like her father. No one knew exactly where she went, if something bad had happened to her, or if she simply couldn't stand the memories of the place, her kit, to stay. All of these losses together started to mean something, it meant no warm body to sleep by, no one to play with, no one to talk to, to get praise from. So, she took to sleeping alone, refusing to allow any other cat to take care of her, since she was sure her parents would come back eventually.

The night visits to the middle of the camp slowed, only continuing occasionally due to routine, after a point. She was doubting that they would come back, and after a moon, the fanasy that they would was dropped. The habit of getting up in the middle of the night most nights, and staring at the camp entrance, expecting her parents to come back through it, was broken. She gained new energy in the mornings now that she'd stopped cutting her sleep time in half, and needed something to fill the time. Swiftkit began playing alone, and gradually with the other kits, eventually being able to completely put the fact that her family was never coming back behind her. As she neared her later moons of kit-hood, she grew far more excited about being an apprentice, and began 'stealing' battle and hunting moves from the apprentices.

~Apprenticed~

Her first outing with her mentor went pretty well, and she was excited to be shown the borders and the territory, and they even had a hunting expedition, though she failed miserably. About four days later, while travelling through a swampy part of the forest, they ran into two rats, one of which ended up biting off the tip of her tail. The Medicine cat was able to keep it from getting infected, but there was no possible way for her to re-grow her tail-tip. It healed up okay, but it threw her balance a bit off, which just made her work harder at everything she did to overcome that disadvantage.

Picture:


(Based on my cat )

(Editted in what you asked. No need to be sorry, it actually made it longer, so I'm happy )

[Fia]

Gah! Epic little cat! I like her already, I really do, but very, very unfortunately, I have to ask you to please make a couple of changes to her bio.

First, you see, a while ago we had to make a rule that says no two cats can have the same prefix in their name, and one of our members has claimed the name 'Shadow-' already. I couldn't use it, myself, when I wanted to bring in my Shadowstorm. X3 I'm very sorry, but Shadowpaw's name will have to be changed, too. If you like, I'd be happy to suggest some, or you can look through our lists of Taken/Reserved names to see what's already in use.

Second and last thing: I'm really very sorry, because her history is beautifully written, and just weeks ago I wouldn't have had to ask this of you, but I'm afraid I have to enforce the recent ban on cats that have been adopted into Clans. We've just got way too many of them, so we're currently only accepting Clanborn cats. I'm sorry, I know what a nuisance it is to rewrite a cat's entire history, but I'm just not allowed to make any exceptions. >____<

Oh! Sorry, one little thing: could you possibly add a couple lines about her days as a new apprentice? Maybe describe, in her history, what happened to her tail? That's the last thing, honest to goodness it is!

Once again, I'm beyond sorry for the inconvenience and am greatly looking forward to seeng this awesome little cat in action!

[duskflight]

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[Fia]

Wonderful, thank you! ^_____^ Your bio has been ACCEPTED and will now be moved to the appropriate board. Again, awesome little cat. Welcome to Silver Warrior, Jallanae! =D