Post by Icy-son on Aug 9, 2010 13:13:28 GMT -5
Name:
Swallowpaw
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
Thirteen Moons
Clan:
ThunderClan
Rank:
Apprentice
Mentor:
Pinestorm
Love Interest:
None at the moment
Kin:
Heatherheart // Mother // Mousy // ThunderClan
Ivyclaw // Father // Icy // ThunderClan
Reedkit // Brother // Mousy // ThunderClan
Ivykit // Brother // NPC // Deceased
Description:
Swallowpaw is a pretty dainty and young she-cat, with beauty matching her stealth. Her coat is a very light and fine brown, with dark, dormouse colored stripes lining her body. Her fur is silky smooth, but looks wiry. As you work your way up to her head, you can see that she has stripes running from her tufted ears down to her eyes, a light green with a tint of yellow that she somewhat inherited from her father, Ivyclaw.
Another feature to this she-cat is her build. It is somewhat thin and lithe, but she can strive to be a very formidable opponent. Underneath her thin and short pelt are thin but strong muscles that support her in hunting and battle.
Personality:
Swallowpaw is the type to be in trouble half of the time, finding something to get into almost all the time. She has a tendency to get into other cats' conversations and begins rumors after hearing a few words.
Although she is the troublemaker of ThunderClan, she is also the sweet liar that all the Clans recognize. it comes second-nature to this manipulative little she-cat. I would rather stay away from her if you want to keep your secrets safe.
The last thing that she will say is that she is very protective of her brother, Reedkit. Even as a warrior, she will take care of her brother as if he was her kit. Not that she wants a kit, of course. but someone has to keep a watchful eye on her sweet brother.
History:
Her story begins on the night of her birth, a few nights before the dreaded leaf-bare supposedly began. A young queen, named Heatherheart, was in the nursery with the medicine cat, Frostleaf. The father, Ivyclaw, was waiting impatiently outside of the Nursery, waiting for his kits to be born. After a long night, there were two kits at dawn. The two agreed on the names. The gray tom was named Ivykit, and the brown tabby was Swallowkit.
A tragedy struck a single moon later, when Ivykit came down with whitecough. Swallowkit was so worried for her brother, and hoped that he would beat this sickness and play with her once again.
Several nights later, he never woke up.
Swallowkit was shaken with grief, and given thyme daily. She slept some of it off, but still felt an aching hole in her heart. Mostly because she couldn't save her loved brother. She kept her eyes on the new kit, Duskkit, to make sure she was safe at all times.
When she was made an apprentice, she kept a firm eye on the Nursery, and visiting the queens whenever possible. When she was seven moons, her mother declared that she was to have more kits. Swallowpaw kept her mind clear and continued to visit her mother in the Nursery.
Then, at long last, another kit was born.
She felt so relieved to see another tom, and she suggested naming him Reedkit, for how he looked like the reeds on RiverClan's side of the river. She grew close to him, and made sure he would never end up dying, like Ivykit.
Now, she continues keeping a close eye on her brother, making sure he does not stray too far from the Nursery without watch. But now, she works harder on her training than before, hoping to become a warrior within another moon or so.
Other:
Her song: I can't remember the title. >.>
Roleplay Example:
The day Ivykit died:
A still but bright dawn loomed overhead, almost seeming to be staring down at a kit, not moving except for the occasional rise and fall of his flank. His gray fur parted along his thin spine, and his sister smoothed and ruffled it with her small claws.
"Don't worry Ivykit. I'll be here with you," she choked out, giving a lick to her brother's ear. He stirred a bit, opening his clear, blue eyes slightly. He was barely breathing now, and Swallowkit pressed her muzzle into his shoulder.
"I love you Ivykit. I will never forget you," she muttered though thick fur, then stepped back to let the Clan gather. Her blue eyes glinted with worry, and it became a bit fuzzy. But she knew her brother was dying. He just couldn't live any longer.
"Until the day comes, Ivykit, I hope to see you. I know you are looking down at me. I promise to be the best warrior I can." she vowed, laying beside her brother, softly crying.
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