Swiftclaw

[fox]

GENERAL

Name: Swiftclaw.
Name Explanation: Swift -- black & white coloring, Claw -- excellent fighting skills.
Gender: She-Cat.
Age: 28 Moons.
Clan: ThunderClan.
Rank: Warrior.

APPEARANCE

Body Type: Sleek, but well-toned for a she-cat.
Fur: Black & White.
Eyes: Light Green.
Markings: Primary Black Patches.
Overall: Swiftclaw is a majestic she-cat, splotched with various white and black markings all throughout her body. You might find yourself hypnotized by the sheer beauty and softness of her fur. That feral fur of hers could easily be compared to a kittypet's fur in terms of softness. She has a sturdy build, and powerful legs that seem to have been built for running at high speed. Her movement is quite swift and agile because of it. She could be running at full speed and still be able to dodge an obstacle in her way; though that's not always the case. One of her black markings is an isolated black splotch on her maw, which blends into the blackness of her nose, and down into a black lower lip. Her eyes are intense, light forest green and her claws are sharp and crystal clear. But its her agility and vigilance which make her a formidable deputy.
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PERSONALITY

Positive Traits:

• CALM. Swiftclaw rarely ever panics, or gets upset over small issues. If she does manage to panic, then you should beware yourself because that's a clear sign that whatever she's facing is extremely serious. However, most of the time, she knows that panicking only makes things worse. Even if she's terrified inside, she won't show it on the outside. This is so that her Clan-mates will feel safe under her, no matter what happens.
  
  
• COLLECTED. She carries herself quite well. From the way she walks to her manner of speech, Swiftclaw is a soothing and a mature cat. It's not uncommon for her to be able to calm a cat down just with the sound of her voice. Her words are almost always lined with thought and admiration. Even so, her dark side is definitely one that you don't want to test. Her temper has a way of lashing out without warning, so be strategic when questioning her motives.
  
  
• GENTLE. Swiftclaw has a sweet, gentle air about her that would make any ThunderClan cat feel safe. She respects everyone, no matter how old or how young, and cares for them all equally. She's usually the very first one (besides the father) to visit newborn kits, and she thinks that witnessing their mother name them is a blessing from StarClan themselves. Seeing the future of her Clan right before her eyes often makes her see just how lucky she was to have been born into such a grand Clan.
  
  
• BRAVE. Swiftclaw will never back down from a challenge, just as long as there's a perfectly good reason to be fighting. She is logical, and is a halfway decent strategist due to her calm demeanor. She's a very good hunter, which means that her Clan will never go hungry so long as she's around. That is, unless prey becomes dangerously scarce, which is one of her biggest fears; that she won't be able to protect or feed her Clan. She will protect her Clan at all costs, and if necessary, she'll die for them. And if that means going into danger alone, then so be it.

Flaws:

• Impulsive.
  
• Quick-tempered.
  
• Easily stressed out.
  
• Tends to keep her emotions bottled up until she explodes.

Fears:

• Fire.
  
• Destruction.
  
• Losing Territory.
  
• Not being able to protect or feed her Clan.

Quirks:

• She can often seem paranoid about the fact that traitors could be lurking everywhere within her own Clan, even if she isn't.
  
• She likes to take the long way around when she travels. She thinks it's good for the soul, and that it helps one's self esteem.

Ideals:

• Honor.
  
• Loyalty.
  
• Respect.
  
• Benevolence.

Overall: Swiftclaw, to say the least, is a graceful she-cat. Her words are almost always lined with thought and admiration. She is calm and collected, gathering the fact that she doesn't like to panic under pressure because then she risks putting her Clan in danger. Because of this, she is a halfway decent strategist. Her voice almost never fails at calming one of her Clan-mates who is panicked or afraid. She is a classic hunter, with stealth like that of a leopard, meaning her Clan will never go hungry so long as she's around. That is, unless prey becomes dangerously scarce, which she dreads every second of her life. That is her biggest fear, that she won't be able to protect and feed her clan.

HISTORY

Family:

• Thornwhisker - father
  
• Icefur - mother
  
• Frostflower - sister
  
• Raventail - brother

History:

Swiftkit was born to a solid black tom named Thornwhisker, and a gray-and-white she-cat named Icefur. They were both loyal cats of ThunderClan, and would've died to protect it if they needed to. She was named Swiftkit for her distinct black-and-white pelt and her rambunctious personality, even from birth. She was born alongside two siblings; a brother named Ravenkit, and a sister named Frostkit, both of whom she was very close to. However, it was her father, Thornwhisker, who she was closest to. Whenever she'd get the chance, she'd be by his side. Swiftkit knew that she wanted to grow up and be a great warrior, just like Thornwhisker some day.

At six moons of age, Swiftkit was excited when she finally became Swiftpaw. She was now an apprentice, and wouldn't you know it? Her own father, Thornwhisker was assigned as her mentor! Now she was sure to become a great warrior like him, and everyone expected it. They trained hard together, from dawn until dusk, and quickly formed an even tighter bond than they had before. After three moons of peaceful training and border patrols together, Swiftpaw's very first battle approached. It was a take-over battle between RiverClan and ThunderClan over control of Sunningrocks, but Swiftpaw never expected to freeze up at the sight of so much ferocity and bloodshed. She witnessed the death of Thornwhisker as he tumbled over Sunningrocks and into the river below. They won the battle, but Swiftpaw's personality quickly changed. She was no longer a rambunctious kit, but a calm and brave apprentice.

The very next day, Swiftpaw received her new mentor; Eagleheart, a mottled brown tabby-and-white tom who had never had an apprentice before her. In fact, he was barely over fifteen moons when he was given Swiftpaw, his very first apprentice ever. Although he could never replace Thornwhisker, he did manage to weave his way into Swiftpaw's heart. The two became fast friends, almost like a sister and brother. At eleven moons old, Swiftpaw and Eagleheart helped many other cats to kill a fox that had invaded the Clan's camp. They saved many newborn kits that day, and received enormous praise.

At twelve moons old, Swiftpaw stood proud as she heard Elkstar announce her brand new warrior name. She would now be known as Swiftclaw. Her brother was named Raventail, and her sister was named Frostflower. To everyone's surprise, even hers, she was given her very first apprentice merely one moon after becoming a warrior. She would be the mentor of a small, timid white she-cat named Snowpaw. She took everything that Eagleheart had taught her, and made sure to pass on all that knowledge to Snowpaw. Six moons later, Swiftclaw, Snowpaw, and a handful of other cats helped to fend off a large hawk that had tried to invade the nursery. Directly after they had succeeded, Swiftclaw watched as Snowpaw received her new warrior name; Snowflight. She was surprised to find out how proud she ended up being of her first apprentice.

RP SAMPLE

It was a warm day in early green-leaf, or it had seemed. The silver tabby tom knew deep down that it was a mere illusion from StarClan, but why had they come into his sleep now? It had been moons since they'd communicated with him in this fashion. Following his gut, Silverstar followed the reeds along the riverside. Suddenly, a familiar scent flowed into his nose. He opened his mouth to take it in and process it, but it was too good to be true. It was the scent of his father, Baneheart, the former deputy of PassionClan.

Even after so many moons without him, Silverstar had still not forgotten the familiar scent of Baneheart. "Father, is that you?," he asked cautiously to the wind.

A large black tom appeared in front of him, nodding. It was like he had appeared out of thin air as he walked towards his son. He stood in shock as Baneheart pressed his head against his forehead. Suddenly the wind picked up drastically; he could barely keep his paws on the ground. The moon overhead was full, and glowing ominously. Panic began to well up within Silverstar's pounding heart.

The distant sound of many cats yowling in fury and agony filled his ears, yet there were no other cats in sight, and he and his father were both silent. The sound seemed to echo as Silverstar's panic rose even more. That sounds like a war, he thought to himself, yet he couldn't find the words to speak. Finally, Baneheart looked around as if he were concerned about something. When his attention was brought back to Silverstar, his ears were flattened against his head.

"Peace will be disrupted under the once peaceful monthly moon, as the Somber night takes hold of Passionate vengeance," Baneheart began. What?, Silverstar thought, his ears twitching. Baneheart's tail swayed back and forth in the heavy wind. "Yet in the midst of all this chaos, Jaguar will ride the Breeze of a cold leaf-bare," the large tom continued. Silverstar couldn't help but wonder if this was a prophecy; from his own father. "And will rise against this new found threat," Baneheart finished.

Baneheart slowly backed away from his son, and Silverstar knew that he was about to leave. "Please wait," he called desperately. "What do you mean?," he asked frantically, but his voice couldn't be heard above the howling of the raging wind. With every glance at Baneheart, he faded more and more into the wind, until he was completely gone. Silverstar felt as though his heart were about to pound right out of his chest, as even his breathing grew faster.

Groaning filled his ears as he awoke from his dream. He thrust himself onto his side, but his breathing had not calmed down. Unlike in his dream, the day was quite cold as a chill of leaf-bare poured into his den. When he was finally able to calm himself down, he rose to his paws and shook his fur free of dust and dirt. Still, he couldn't help but think about his dream further. Never before had he received a prophecy that was as terrifying as this one. Jaguar will ride the Breeze of a cold leaf-bare, he remembered his father saying.

That could either mean this leaf-bare, or a leaf-bare in the future, he thought to himself as he quietly tried to decipher the new prophecy. Setting aside the thought for now, he padded out of his den and into the sunshine. He stretched and yawned at the same time, feeling the warmth of the sun being absorbed into his fur.

[Administrator]

Accepted!

Lovely bio, Fox. However, about the deputy position, I cannot guarantee it. Taggr, who plays Coldstar, the new ThunderClan leader, is the one who will decide what cat becomes the new deputy of ThunderClan. So in the meantime, she can be a warrior and you can post in this thread so Taggr can know you're interested.

Welcome to Downfall to Paradise! Hope you enjoy it here =3