Post by swifttalon on Jun 2, 2010 19:05:11 GMT -5
Name of WindClan
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Name: Swiftpaw
Age: 6 moons
Gender: she-cat.
Clan: windclan
Rank: apprentice
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Reason For Name: Swiftpaw is fast on her feet and has always loved running.
Previous Names: swiftkit
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One Sentence Description: Golden dappled tabby she-cat with sea green eyes that change lighter or darker with her mood.
Appearance: A golden tabby she-cat with a mix of grayish fur on her back. Her body is covered with black spots and long stripes cross over her chest, legs and tail. She has sea green eyes that can change to a piercing green depending on her mood. She is tall but not very heavy or strong but can do alot of things that a tom could. She can chase down small rodents and bearly break a sweat. Even though she's not very strong she can push herself to carry or drag something heavy.
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Personality: She is strong willed and would do anything to please anyone. She is sweet tempered but does show signs that she may grow out of that alittle. She is quite mellow and hard working. Swiftpaw would do any job she was told to do without objecting. Swiftpaw is happy and content with most anything. Even though she seems like the perfect cat she has a mischievous side and does get into some trouble every now and then. She likes to sneak around the camp at night and eavesdrop on others' conversations. She also likes to try and prove herself by wandering off the camp and trying to explore the territory alone.
Likes: her clan, eating, sleeping, working, running, playing, and swimming
Dislikes: foxes, twolegs other clans
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History: Swiftpaw is half Windclan and half Riverclan. Her mother died a moon ago after getting greencough that had eventually led to blackcough. Her siblings died since her litter was born in the middle of leaf-bare, and she was left weak and nearly passed herself but even as a kit she was a fighter and never gave up easily. As for her father in Riverclan she never knew but once in a while she would wish she could meet him. After the death of her mother swiftpaw was heart broken but it was in that moment she opened her heart to everyone around her, trusting all her clanmates. She is hoping to become leader one day, but is happy with becoming just a warrior. Her biggest fear is becoming a medicine cat because she wants to one day be a mother but before that she would like to have some apprentices.
Swiftpaw is known for being alittle shy and quiet along with sweet natured and mellow but when she gets worked up or angry she can and might tear someone's fur out. She has so far never been seen angry but thatis because she hides most of her emotions away only displays kindness, thats why its takes alot of effort to ruffle her golden fur.
IC Example: Swiftpaw was sitting vigil after her apprentice ceremony that evening. The nearly full moon above her glowed a bright, white but a blue tint was visible. As the light from the large, silver orb came to meet the cold,frosty ground of early newleaf, it also kissed her golden pelt. A light shiver went through her as a cool breeze blew past her and made each hair on her coat dance in the silver rays of the moon. With the cooling breeze came the scents of the other clans. The strong, foul order from shadowclan was swept into her nose and she wrinkled it in disgust, then she could smell thunderclan which although was still bad wasn't nearly as foul as shadowclan then last came riverclan which its' scent seemed slightly familiar and graced her nostrils as she took a deeper breath then caught a faded smell of it in her tabby fur. She let out a contented sigh. She was curios of the other clan whose scent was mingled with her own then she heard a familiar voice in her ear that sounded eerie and calming at the same time, it was saying "you are of two clans. Your blood is of windclan and riverclan" and without anymore the feminine voice faded from her ears.
Swiftpaw closed her eyes and briefly left her surroundings to imagine a different place, but her ears were pricked and she was still aware of the outside world beyond her mind. In her day dream she was walking through the open moorland that made up windclan. She came to a river that was the border to riverclan and just as she jumped it the sky began to grow lighter and the light of dawn shook her fully back to the real world. The birds began chirping in the sky as they flew around to gather bugs on the moorland to feed their new chicks, and behind her in the camp she heard the yawns and mews of waking cats. She stayed on guard at the entrance waiting for someone to relive her of her duty.
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Who Are You?
How Did You Find Us?
Other Characters: none
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Name: Swiftpaw
Age: 6 moons
Gender: she-cat.
Clan: windclan
Rank: apprentice
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Reason For Name: Swiftpaw is fast on her feet and has always loved running.
Previous Names: swiftkit
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One Sentence Description: Golden dappled tabby she-cat with sea green eyes that change lighter or darker with her mood.
Appearance: A golden tabby she-cat with a mix of grayish fur on her back. Her body is covered with black spots and long stripes cross over her chest, legs and tail. She has sea green eyes that can change to a piercing green depending on her mood. She is tall but not very heavy or strong but can do alot of things that a tom could. She can chase down small rodents and bearly break a sweat. Even though she's not very strong she can push herself to carry or drag something heavy.
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Personality: She is strong willed and would do anything to please anyone. She is sweet tempered but does show signs that she may grow out of that alittle. She is quite mellow and hard working. Swiftpaw would do any job she was told to do without objecting. Swiftpaw is happy and content with most anything. Even though she seems like the perfect cat she has a mischievous side and does get into some trouble every now and then. She likes to sneak around the camp at night and eavesdrop on others' conversations. She also likes to try and prove herself by wandering off the camp and trying to explore the territory alone.
Likes: her clan, eating, sleeping, working, running, playing, and swimming
Dislikes: foxes, twolegs other clans
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History: Swiftpaw is half Windclan and half Riverclan. Her mother died a moon ago after getting greencough that had eventually led to blackcough. Her siblings died since her litter was born in the middle of leaf-bare, and she was left weak and nearly passed herself but even as a kit she was a fighter and never gave up easily. As for her father in Riverclan she never knew but once in a while she would wish she could meet him. After the death of her mother swiftpaw was heart broken but it was in that moment she opened her heart to everyone around her, trusting all her clanmates. She is hoping to become leader one day, but is happy with becoming just a warrior. Her biggest fear is becoming a medicine cat because she wants to one day be a mother but before that she would like to have some apprentices.
Swiftpaw is known for being alittle shy and quiet along with sweet natured and mellow but when she gets worked up or angry she can and might tear someone's fur out. She has so far never been seen angry but thatis because she hides most of her emotions away only displays kindness, thats why its takes alot of effort to ruffle her golden fur.
IC Example: Swiftpaw was sitting vigil after her apprentice ceremony that evening. The nearly full moon above her glowed a bright, white but a blue tint was visible. As the light from the large, silver orb came to meet the cold,frosty ground of early newleaf, it also kissed her golden pelt. A light shiver went through her as a cool breeze blew past her and made each hair on her coat dance in the silver rays of the moon. With the cooling breeze came the scents of the other clans. The strong, foul order from shadowclan was swept into her nose and she wrinkled it in disgust, then she could smell thunderclan which although was still bad wasn't nearly as foul as shadowclan then last came riverclan which its' scent seemed slightly familiar and graced her nostrils as she took a deeper breath then caught a faded smell of it in her tabby fur. She let out a contented sigh. She was curios of the other clan whose scent was mingled with her own then she heard a familiar voice in her ear that sounded eerie and calming at the same time, it was saying "you are of two clans. Your blood is of windclan and riverclan" and without anymore the feminine voice faded from her ears.
Swiftpaw closed her eyes and briefly left her surroundings to imagine a different place, but her ears were pricked and she was still aware of the outside world beyond her mind. In her day dream she was walking through the open moorland that made up windclan. She came to a river that was the border to riverclan and just as she jumped it the sky began to grow lighter and the light of dawn shook her fully back to the real world. The birds began chirping in the sky as they flew around to gather bugs on the moorland to feed their new chicks, and behind her in the camp she heard the yawns and mews of waking cats. She stayed on guard at the entrance waiting for someone to relive her of her duty.
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Who Are You?
How Did You Find Us?
Other Characters: none
