Post by « ßlubº » on Jan 19, 2008 21:22:27 GMT
.Basic Information.
Name: The name is Swanwing
Gender: She-cat
Age: 25 moons on the dot.
Clan: Riverclan my lady
Rank: Deupty
.Details.
Personality: Swaning is a very...different cat when it comes to personality. She really doesn't like kits and never wants to have any but that doesn't mean she can't have to have a mate of course! She loves to hunt like most cats though she can get a sort of bloodlust when hunting too long under the unforgiving sun. When she is done for the day she likes to make sure all cats are tucked in minus the kits of course. She enjoys her work very much and doesn't take anything for granted. She does have a sort of mean side to her but that rarely shows but despite that it never comes out that doesn't mean she is a soft fighter. She doesn't hesitate to give a good scratch or two if it mean defending her clan!
Description: Swanwing is a beauty in her own way. She has gorgerous, soft fur with a lovely ivory hue mixed in with some grey and black patches that look like someone painted over her in a messy manner. Her muzzle is something to behold, she has a dark black muzzle from halfway down from her eyes to the tip of her sniffer is pure black. Her eyes have a soft green tint with a hint of blue and dash of golden flecks toward the edge of her iris rings a circle of black. She has very long ears with just a tad bit of tufts coming out of the hardened skin. Her long tail is almost 5 mouse-lengths long allowing her when she sleeps to curl up and tuck her tail over her black muzzle for warmth.
Picture: See above [**Note: Very hard to find this sort of cat so bear with me!**]
History:
. : kithood : .
Swanwing was born into the Riverclan on the night of a full moon. She was awakened along with one other tom, Crowdance. The two were inseprable. They would sneak up unsuspected and pounce like most kits would on leaves and sometimes other kits their age. The two were a rough and tumble group of kittens and never rested unless their mother would bribe them with milk or threaten them with mousebile but either way they were hard to get laying down.
. : apprenticehood : .
Swanwing and Crowdance were both excited yet sad to leave their kithood. The two knew that could never be as free as they were as kits. When the day came Swanwing was apprenticed to a recently made warrior, Egretclaw while Crowdance got an older warrior named Jumpingfire. Swanwing learned a lot from Egretclaw but always felt that he was learning the same things as she was. The two learned how to fish, hunt, fight, and just how to have a good time.
. : warriorhood : .
Swanwing had learned a lot by then and Egretclaw felt that she was ready so along side her brother she got her warrior name. When she pronouced the words that would change her life froever she got a swelling in her chest and she knew she was ready. Crowdance was a bit more hesitant but neverless, he did agree. When they vigils were done and such life feel into such a routine that Swanwing knew everthing there was to know about life, or so she thought.
. : deputyhood : .
When the current leader died and Springstar took her place as the new leader, she chose Swanwing. Shocked and utterly numbed, she ascended the ranks to become the heir of Riverclan.
In Character: A terrible chill surrounded the great trunks of the heightened trees. A cold figure stood out from the ascending fog. As a sudden wind blew the move the whisps of moisture, the being was suddenly clear.
Swanwing crouched down at the sudden snap of a twig, the sound boucing back to travel to her ears. She slowy spun around and let out a whoosh of breath at the sight of the blackened shadow. "Crowdance, you musn't sneak up on me like that!" She exclaimed and let her claws retract back for safekeeping. Crowdance narrowed his eyes in shock. His black tail flicked in annoyance that his sister was not on her guard. "What would had happened had I been a rouge?" He siad in a cold, unforgiving melody of meows.
Swanwing shrugged and swished her tail bakc and forth. "Then I would have to do this!" She suqealed and lunged at her brother, knocking him off his paws and the two tumbled down a slope and came to a slow stop and the base of the hill. "Swanwing-" He was interrupted by his sister. "Oh stop! You know you liked." She gave a mrrow of laughter and let him up and the two walked back to camp together like the old times.
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Skills: Swanwing is very good at hunting and has the insticts to allow her to swim, not that she's good at it of course.
Scars: Nope, none
Other: I don't think so, wait! Crowdance is her brother.
