SwiftStar

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SwiftStar

Name: Swiftkit, Swiftpaw, Swiftbreeze, Swiftstar
Gender: Tom ♂
Age: 35 Moons
Clan: Mistclan
Rank: Leader

Description:

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The first thing most cats notice about Swiftstar is his size. Swiftstar is a small tom, he's not very muscular and actually kind of skimpy. Even his paws are smaller than a usual cats, although his tail is exceptionally long. Still, he has found a way to use his size as an advantage in battle by moving quickly and dodging attacks giving the opponent a hard time. Its these fighting techniques that have earned him his name.
The tom's pelt is a ebony black that covers most of his body except his chin, chest, belly and all four paws which are a brilliant white. His fur is not long, nor is it short and rest's at a medium in length, not bad for living in the stream filled territory of Mistclan.
As for his eye color, Swiftstar has a very pale pair of yellow gazing orbs, constantly searching and watching for things. Some cats say that he actually sleeps with his eyes open, although needless to say that would be a fake rumor.

Summary: A small yet agile, black and white tom with pale yellow eyes.

Personality:

Suspicious and quite, Swifstar is somewhat of a mystery. Most of the time he will keep his mouth shut, narrowed yellow eyes flashing curiously. Yet when he does speak, his voice is hollow and slightly cold, never betraying a word. It is hard to gain his trust, although he seems to be able to keep his temper under control with ease. He is anything but a big softy and hates showing weakness and believes highly in discipline. Any cat thinking they will get off on a light foot with Swiftstar is wrong, he tends to want things done right the first time and looks down on cats who like to play around and mouth off. It isn't hard to tell the tom is strict and mischievous, but he does have a good side...sometimes. What Swiftstar does is what he believes to be right for his clan, and although clever, isn't always to the benefit of others.

History:

Born during a merciless thunderstorm, no cat would ever guess that the runty black and white tom kit was to become leader of Mistclan. When his mother, Silentflower left Mistclan camp that day, no cat would have guessed she would leave to give
birth to what was suppose to be a secret litter of kits. Of course she never uttered a word about the fact that she bore kits inside of her since they would wonder who the father was. Silentflower herself was ashamed of her mistake and letting the clan know would have been horrible. At first falling in love with Shadowrain, the clan deputy seemed to be a dream, but it wouldn't last. Shadowrain had always been a strong cat, brave and loyal to Mistclan. He knew he was better than most cats, but there finally came that day when he wondered why he had to follow someone. Than suddenly just like that the cat who had once been one of the clans most trusted, was now an ambitious and head-strong murderer. At first Silentflower was unsure for he would always tell her that what he did was for her, until he began killing in cold blood for what he wanted, than she became scared. When the clan leader found out what he was doing, he didn't know what to do but sentence Shadowrain to death. Yet on the morning of the execution, he escaped without a trace, no cat ever saw him since. So when Silentflower gave birth to his litter, she was afraid. Secretly she had them out in the woods where only two of the kits survived. Not knowing what the clan would do if they found out who sired them, she decided she would drop one off in Breezeclan territory where hopefully some cat would find the kit, and than take the other back to camp saying it must have been a rogue's kit. So that is exactly what she did. It depressed her to leave one of her kits in the hands of another clan, but she had no choice. When she brought the little tom kit back to camp, everyone questioned her but amazingly believed her fake story. Grudgingly she gave the kit to a nursing queen to be cared and promised herself she would never get involved in the kits life....

Swiftkit grew up normally with the other kits. He loved his foster mother and foster brother and sister, although he knew he never really belonged to them. Right when he was old enough to understand, his "mother" told him the story about him being found in the forest abandon. Swiftkit understood, although he always wondered about his heritage. Still, like every other kit in the nursery he was apprenticed and trained, never noticing the watchful eye of Silentflower.

As Swiftpaw, he was a talented apprentice. His mentor was constantly proud of the light footed young tom, who's mind was almost always on his work. Most of the other apprentice's avoided him, as he didn't have much in common with them anyway. A couple of them where even slightly nervous of his cool non-social attitude, afraid that some time he would have to snap, but he never did. He spent a lot of time in the forest hunting and sharpening his battle skills which soon paid off as the leader decided it was time for his promotion to warrior.

That day Swiftpaw shone with pride, no longer was he a meager apprentice, but now a warrior who could gain respect and fight along side his clan-mates. Without hesitation, the current Mistclan leader, Greenstar, dubbed him Swiftbreeze, which suited the black and white tom very well. The apprentices where half glad they had gotten rid of the strange cat, but most of the warriors where all but delighted to have him in there ranks.
Now a warrior, Swiftbreeze didn't really change his tendency to over-work and lack of speaking to the other cats. He still strained himself to the limits to do the best everyday, and began looking down on the cats who wasted there time. Most of the Mistclan cats looked at him differently, some admiring his clever mind and strict personality, others finding it annoying and somewhat frightening. But he never paid much attention to them.
By now Silentflower had nearly reached the elder age. She couldn't help but be proud of her lost son, and sometimes wondering what ever happened to her daughter, but no one every found out about the litter, it wouldn't last.

After a terrible bloody battle skirmish with Pineclan, everybody was horrified to find that the deputy, Ashstripe had been killed at the claws of a Pineclan warrior. For a while the clan grieved for her, but Greenstar knew that a new deputy had to be appointed. Thinking long and hard, he finely decided on a warrior he could trust to always keep the clan going in the right direction.
The clan wasn't completely surprised when Greenstar made Swiftbreeze the new deputy. Some thought it was the wrong choice, that Swiftbreeze was to much of a mystery to be trusted, but the Mistclan leader ignored them. Swiftbreeze was overjoyed with his new responsibility's as Deputy, he knew that he would never let the clan down, and especially not Greenstar. Silentflower on the other hand, was not so happy. Every time she looked at him as deputy, she was reminded of Shadowrain, after all he did posse's some of the dangerous tom's personality. She knew that if he ever turned out to be like him, she would never forgive herself. Finely she rested on a decision, she would tell him about his real past. So the old she-cat went into the forest to sit in a spot that the new deputy would often go to hunt. Sure enough, along came her son, and although he was surprised to see her, he didn't seem angry. For a while she hesitated, but after awhile Silentflower spilled out the truth that she swore to herself she would never speak again. She hoped desperately by telling him, Swiftbreeze would stray away from becoming a copy of Shadowrain.
When she was finished, Swiftbreeze said nothing, he didn't even look at her, but instead walked away. Sure he believed her, but he refused to think that his father had been a murderer and that she had been his mother all along. For a while Silentflower was afraid he would tell the rest of the clan, but he didn't. Yet almost as bad, he never spoke to her again, he almost completely ignored her. Silentflower hoped it was for the best.

Many moons later after learning the terrible truth, Swiftbreeze began to accept the fact that his parents where nothing to be proud of. He promised himself that he would never ever become Shadowrain, and even though it hurt to think about it, he realized he couldn't change his past. Silentflower was relived to see that he was nothing like his sire, even though he still refused to talk to her.
While this went on, like any other leader, Greenstar aged. He lost lives and grew weaker. It was obvious he was going to die. Swiftbreeze faced this with mixed emotions. Sure he wanted to be leader, but he had always looked up to Greenstar, and now he would be gone forever.
On the night that Greenstar died, Swiftbreeze became the new leader of Mistclan. After receiving his nine lives and the new title of Swiftstar, he returned to camp with a sense of pleasure. He had gotten what he thought he wanted, and he had done it the right way, he hadn't killed to get it like his father before him, but he had earned it. Silentflower was happy, even when she became an elder, she had a son to be proud of.
Moons later, old age took Silentflowers life. Yet she was at peace because Swiftstar had been there at her side when she passed. And at the last moment of her life, he told his mother how much he loved her and that she shouldn't be ashamed of what she had done, he had forgiven her. Than Starclan took Silentflowers life. Even though he was no longer angry at his mother, Swiftstar never told anybody what she had told him. Now he was the only one who truly knew that Shadowrain's blood lived on in only two cats, and he knew he would never tell a sole.

Role-Play Sample:

(From another site)

The stars shown clearly in the cold night sky, the moon shaved down to only a mere sliver of silver light like a cats claw. The forest was dark, the shadows stretching across the ground threatening to engulf everything in the dark. Minx sat still as stone a top the twoleg fence, her large, muscular silhouette outlined against the pale light. Narrowed green eyes studied the woods as she watched for nothing in particular. She had been a loner for at least a week now, but nothing could have been better, after all she was rid of Rayne and her precious Rogues. The she-cat growled as she thought of them, her claws digging into the wooden fence. "They'll get what they deserve...them and the clans!" Minx sneered out loud, shoulders tense. Her temper boiled momentarily and the ragged loner spat at the ground before turning back to watch the woods again. Soon she would be able to use her plan...all she needed was some loyal cats.[/blockquote]