Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on May 11, 2008 19:04:01 GMT -5
Swiftflame
[Without you, the tides change,
the boys run, the oceans
The crowds roar, the days
the babies cry,without you.
The moon glows, the river flows,
but I die, without you.]
The One and Only Me
Name. Swiftflame
Warrior Name. Swiftflame
Nicknames. Flames
Gender. Female
Age. 14 moons
Birth Clan. MistClan
Past Clans. None
Current Clan. MistClan
Rank. Warrior
-.-.-.-
I'm So Pretty
Build. Swiftflame is lean and beautiful, and her muscles are just visible beneath her pelt. Though her muscles do not bulge out, she is unusually strong for a cat of her size. She is of an average size and height, with a long tail.
Fur. Swiftflame has a sleek, shiny, flame-colored pelt of medium thickness which, though beautiful, causes her to stand out in the green foliage of the forest. She is orange throughout her entire pelt, which blends to slightly lighter stripes on her tail. During heavy rain and high humidity, her pelt sticks uncomfortably to her skin. It keeps heat in, but, in new leaf and green leaf, also allows heat out and keeps Swiftflame cool.
Eyes. Swiftflame has piercing, light green eyes which captivate those who gaze into them. The color could be described as a brighter shade of olive. Her eyes contrast with her flame-colored pelt in a way that makes them stand out. It is the first thing that is noticed when someone looks at her.
Other. Swiftflame's movements are very smooth and graceful, and when moving quickly she picks up graceful, soundless trot. However, this seems to be controlled consciously, for when Swiftflame is angry or sad all grace is lost and she pads heavily and her pelt tends to catch on brambles and vines.
Personality. Hmm....personality. SO many options. Well, I'm going to make her just like me. Sweet. And not sweet like taste. Well, at least Swiftflame isn't. Actually, she is. She's sweet tempered and delicious. Like those rock candy lollypops. Also, she's going to have sarcasm like a combination of yellowfang and squirrelflight, but it will always be tempered by her sweetness. She is also known for her ever playful side, which makes others tease that she would be better off still as a kit in the nursery. She is an excellent hunter, and also very considerate of other's feelings. Once Swiftflame decides to do something, she cannot be swayed. She will always finish whatever she started. She has a natural talent for predicting relationships. Also, she is intensely loyal to her clan, which she puts before everything else.
Hobbies and talents. Swiftflame loves to hunt, and enjoy the smooth, sleek feeling of stalking prey. She also loves making new friends, and knowing that she is cared about. Swiftflame also loves spending time in the nursery. Kits are one thing she cannot resist, and will indulge them in anything.
Faults and dislikes. Swiftflame can sometimes be rather abrupt with other cats. When she comes to conclusion on something, she often runs off to do whatever she had to do without a word to anyone else. Swiftflame can also often jump to conclusions and get carried away, but her intentions are always good. Also, Swiftflame can be a bit dramatic, and, if she convinces herself of something, it is hard to change her mind.
-.-.-.-
The Family Tree
Parents. Featherwish |
Siblings.
Teaching Me.
Proteges. none yet
Closer than a friend. None yet
After me. None
Other Family.
Gone but unforgotten.
Oceanwhisper - Killed while attempting to protect his kits and mate from a large badger that had entered their part of the forest
Embergaze - Killed by a swarm on bees (xD who gets killed by bees?)
Dawnshimmer - Hit by a monster on the thunderpath while attempting to retrieve catmint from the other side for Arcticpool
History. "Dawnkit, I don't feel good..." Swiftkit whimpered, paws reaching helplessly towards her aching belly. Dawnkit, looked on helplessly, clueless as to what had happened to her littermate. The kits had been playing by the medicine cat den earlier, and Swiftkit had seemed perfectly healthy then. "Featherwish!" Dawnkit called. "Help!" The fun-loving and playful Swiftkit contracted the deadly Black Cough when she was 5 moons old, and remain teetering on the brink of death for almost a moon. She made a slow recovery, but by this point Swiftkit was 7 and a half moons old.
Apprenticed to Dawnshimmer, the newly named Swiftpaw was always behind her siblings and the other apprentices due to her own late ceremony. However, Swiftpaw was determined to be named a warrior with her friends, and worked herself to the point that she collapsed with exhaustion into her nest each night. She caught up to the other apprentices by the time she was 10 moons old. Triumphant but overexerted and overworked, Swiftpaw attempted to keep her lead by continuing to excel. While practicing battle moves with Dawnshimmer, Swiftpaw's overworked body finally gave out. Swiftpaw tore straight through the muscles in her hind flank, and she was unable to move and in excruciating pain for days. While her body recovered achingly slowly, Swiftpaw watched with increasing agitation as her peers were all made warriors.
The moment Swiftpaw was set free from the medicine den, she went straight to Dawnshimmer and begged her to train her harder and faster - waiting to be made a warrior while her younger sibling Dawnflight was fighting in battles was unbearable. Dawnshimmer took up the challenge, and, thought careful not to overwork herself again, Swiftpaw trained harder and faster than any apprentice in the camp. Finally, Dawnshimmer approached Patchstar, informing him that Swiftpaw was fully ready to be made a warrior. Glowing with pride, Swiftpaw sat outside Patchstar's den as he and her mentor spoke, waiting for Dawnshimmer's return. However, she never got to witness her mentor exiting from his den. While Swiftpaw was waiting, Moonwhisker, the clan's deputy, approached her and informed her that Dawnflight had disappeared. She had bee missing for several hours, but Moonwhisker hadn't wanted to worry Swiftpaw until she was sure Dawnflight was gone. Search parties were sent out, but it seemed that Dawnflight had vanished without a trace. Swiftpaw received her warrior name, Swiftflame, with no trace of the fact that she had worked so hard to obtain the title. There was still no trace of Dawnflight - not a trace, not a scent, not a sound. The newly dubbed Swiftflame went nearly sleepless for a moon. She withdrew from her peers, speaking only when spoken to.
Then, three moons after her disappearance, Dawnflight stumbled back into camp, sick and wounded. She couldn't remember much of what had happened to her - a blow to the head in her struggles to break free from her captor had caused acute amnesia. Even gravely injured, Dawnflight's return snapped Swiftflame out of her stupor, and she vowed never to turn her back on any cat again. She would do her best to befriend anyone she could to make up for lost time. Two moons following her return, it became apparent that Dawnflight was pregnant. She had no idea who the father was. Swiftflame did her best to support her sister through depression while still fully living her own life.
Swiftflame did her best to be friendly to all cats in the clan and judge no one, trying not to let her over-dramatic side get in her way. More than anything, Swiftflame had always wanted to be closer than just with friends with a cat, and have someone who truly cared about her and loved her for who she was Somehow, this was the one thing in life that always seemed to evade her. Everyone around her had a mate, or was a mother, or was soon to become a mother. Even Dawnflight, her touchy sister, was having kits! What was wrong with Swiftflame that no one truly loved her?
Since then. None yet
Companionship.
Too many to list!
Enmity.
None!
Otherwise known.
All the other cats in the clan
-.-.-.-
What's the Magic Word...?
--I took the time to read and understand the site's rules.
-.-.-.-
See My Skills
A gentle breeze wafted through the clearing, and struck Swiftflame directly in the face, bringing with it a faint scent of vole. She padded lightly, skirting the patches of bright sunlight that filtered through the trees. She did not want her brightly flame colored pelt to be spotted by the fresh-kill she had been stalking. As the scent of vole grew stronger, Swiftflame dropped easily into a hunting crouch, and began creeping stealthily towards this fine specimen. She approached silently, and, without warning, struck out a sleek paw and killed her prey.
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