Post by yoko on Aug 9, 2010 11:19:18 GMT -5
Name: Swiftfoot
Gender: Tom? XD Yes tom.
Age: 24 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: Open
Love Interest: Open? XD Yes open. Possibly only for cats with gender confusion. x3/In-roleplay only, no requests, no gaurentees.
Kin: Ravenflight, Crowclaw
Description: Swiftfoot is a cat of average build and shape...The problem is that his shape is quite feminine. His body is thin, soft, delicate looking. He has narrow shoulders, and dainty legs. His black and white fur appears soft and further adds to the gentle appearance of his features. His ears, brow and muzzle are sharply angled, like a fierce she-cat warrior, and his light green eyes are often cold, which gives away nothing of gender. Because of his light build, he dislikes strenuous activity, though he is a better runner and hunter than either of his brothers.
Personality: Swiftfoot did not break the Warrior Code out of defiance. It simply did not interest him enough to follow it. What sense did it make to place restraints on himself that no cat, not even the mysterious "StarClan" could enforce? The idea of taking care of elders, and kits before himself was utterly ridiculous and not at all worth his time.
However, as times changed, Crowclaw's words began to reach him. And more importantly, he could see the good that the Warrior Code was doing for his corrupted Clan. The Warrior Code became more logical when he considered the events that certain rules prevented. For example: If no cat broke the killing without reason in battle rule, more battles may not later ensue. If no Medicine Cat broke the ban against having kits, she-Medicine Cats would not be caught mid-battle and unable to help their Clans. And Male Medicine Cats would not be compelled to protect their mates and kits before the rest of the Clan itself. Seeing things in a new light, he waited patiently for Ravenflight to change his ways and soon he was reunited with his littermates. Closer than ever.
He is quieter now and spends as much time as he can with his brothers, though he often prefers to stare at simple objects and other cats than to conversate with them. This does not help the usual assumption that he is a she-cat. As most toms will only see a she-cat staring ponderingly at a flower, rather than a male taking note of the number of petals it has compared to the countless other flowers he's seen. And certain toms may take his gaze as him checking them out, rather than Swiftfoot accessing their personalities. Their wants and needs, and how best to manipulate them so they stay out of his way.
History: Crowkit, Swiftkit, and Ravenkit, were born shortly after ShadowClan's battle with ThunderClan had ended. They were not lucky enough to be purebred ShadowClan, but were the product of a ShadowClan tom and a rogue. Their ShadowClan father was ruthless and though he claimed to love his mate, when she had kits he and his friends snatched them from her and raised them within the Chaos of the Clan.
At six moons of age, they were assigned three very different mentors. Crowpaw was utterly disgusted by his careless mentor and often took to doing chores that needed to be done such as cleaning the elder's den and fetching prey for the nursery or Medicine Cat. Swiftpaw was given a she-cat mentor and though he learned more than the average apprentice at that time, he did so as he pleased and on a rather unpredicable schedule. The quiet tom would often ignore when and where he should meet with his mentor and sometimes be cynical and claim that she wouldn't show up anyway, as she often did not. Ravenpaw was the wildest of the three. He was appointed his own father as a mentor which may have been the worst mistake the leader at the time could have made. Ravenpaw listened attentively to his father's every word and had a total disrespect for any other cat, and a complete disregard for the Warrior Code. He harassed his fellow apprentices and played cruel jokes on the elders and kits. Needless to see, at this point in their lives, the three brothers did not get along very well.
At 11 moons old, they got their first real taste of battle. They were sent out into battle to defend the RiverClan territory ShadowClan had claimed only two moons before, Swiftpaw and Crowpaw that is. Ravenpaw had not been chosen to go, and for this reason their father was furious but left the vicious son back at camp. Swiftpaw knew almost nothing about battle techniques. For the most part, he played it smart and avoided the fighting. Instead, he took careful note of the techniques of the cats on each side, and when he did enter the battle, he quickly defeated a young RiverClan Warrior with a nearly perfect Drop-And-Kick counter that he had just learned. In the heat of battle, he remained calm and level. These enraged cats were paying no attention to the small feminine-looking tom and this gave him the opportunity to seek out his brothers. As he had expected Ravenpaw had left camp and was preparing to join. Catching his brother just in time, Swiftpaw suggested another course of action. And within moments the three had their opponent surrounded. They went on striking her from every side until it appeared that they were merely toying with her. He knew already what Ravenpaw intended to do and there was no point in protesting against it. He could see the horror on Crowpaw's face but Crowpaw had always been dramatic in that way. Why could his brother not accept that in this forest, only the fittest of cats could survive? Later on, Swiftpaw tried to explain this to his brother, but to no avail. Swiftpaw could not say that he was glad to be made a warrior, especially for such a lowly achievement as defeating a single RiverClan Warrior with the aid of two other elder apprentices.
In their early warriorhood, Crowclaw looked ever more depressing, and Ravenflight was...insane. So he was left to his own devices. Swiftfoot had taken to going on long walks alone and incredibly long periods of total silence. He had never outgrown that slender feminine body of his so naturally no other cats were mature enough to be around him. But Swiftfoot had never cared for company, even his brothers'.
It was Rainfur's appointment to Deputy that seemed to lift Crowclaw from his hateful silence towards he and Ravenflight. The largest of their litter was making real effort to bring them together again. Seeing that it would only cause more resentment if he didn't comply, Swiftfoot went along. So long as it did not disturb his observing too much.
Other: The Watchful One.
Roleplay Example:
A delicate creature he appeared to be. His movement as effortless and timeless as a StarClan spirit. It was early leaf-fall and the bright colors caught and reflected in his eyes as colorful flames might reflect in a river. Yet all they did was reflect, no cat could see past his mirrored gaze and peer into the depths of his soul...
The black-and-white tom glided onward, passing between light and shadow without the slightest care in which he landed. His destination was uncertain, and he paused often to observe the most interesting aspects of natures. Rather large bugs interested him as much as the brilliant leaves might, but at this moment he looked beyond these things and saw a flower. Rather small and fragile, the yellow petals bloomed widely as if begging for light to enter the center. The angular face of the tom leaned in, taking in deeply the scent and committing it to memory. He had not encountered this type before and doubted it was a Medicinal Herb. It seemed oddly out of place, here in the shadows of pines, and for that reason he found it immensely beautiful. A pity the cold would kill it soon...
"Swiftfoot!"
The slender tom sighed and glanced up to see Ravenflight bounding towards him. Shortly behind him was Crowclaw.
"We signed up for sunhigh border patrol! We have to get moving," Ravenflight mewed. Swiftfoot gave him a curious look. It seemed so...wrong...for Ravenflight of all cats to be so concerned about these things. He himself felt no concern for them. But Crowclaw looked sternly at them both. He expected them to obey without question. The Warrior Code was set in the stoniness of Crowclaw's gaze. We must serve our Clan... he told Swiftfoot silently.
For how long? Swiftfoot replied, though he doubted his brother could read his own eyes. Swiftfoot had high doubts that ShadowClan could fully commit to the Warrior Code as ThunderClan supposedly had. Still, the silent tom complied and fell into step on Crowclaw's right and he could just feel Ravenflight pounce to Crowclaw's left. And the two traveled on either side of their virtuous tall brother, unsure of how long this peace between them would last.
