Post by мικαcнʋ on Feb 26, 2017 13:50:00 GMT -5
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мικαcнʋ (mikachu)
Name:
Swiftclaw
Age:
54 moons (4 1/2 years)
Rank:
Warrior (possibly deputy)
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Swiftclaw is a bold male, one who is easily excitable and is often described as being daring and dauntless. He has a magnetic personality, and he often intrigues and fascinates others with his charm and friendliness. That being said, Swiftclaw tends to be a bit of a hot-head, and he often rushes into situations without thinking, or without getting the full information. He's probably one of the most protective cats in Windclan. He's very defensive of his clanmates, and even more so of his sister Spiderpath, though they did always get along, and friends. Swiftclaw also tends to be protective of Mossstar, but their relationship is strained and any protectiveness he has for her is usually because she is his leader, and not because she is his sister and clanmate. That being said, Swiftclaw hates hearing anything that's bad and negative about his sisters, and he gets annoyed at those who don't respect either of his sisters. Swiftclaw believes very strongly that actions speak louder than words, and because of this he tends to be very honest and open. He tends to be flirtatious, but instead of flirting with his words, he prefers to flirt with his actions. Swiftclaw is still deciding whether he wants a relationship that's more than flirting, and whether he wants to take on a proper mate.
Picture(Optional):
Detailed Appearance:
Like most Windclan cats, Swiftclaw has long, muscular legs, but the similarities between him and most Windclanners end there. Swiftclaw is a big boy. He's a lot taller than most Windclan cats, and is covered in large muscles, though he is definitely not as bulky as a Thunderclan cat. Swiftclaw has a well-defined head and handsome features, which he is very eager to show off. His fur is white with multiple large, stormy gray patches. His majority of his face is white, except for the top of his head. Swiftclaw's patched fur is quite thick, though it definitely could not be described as long, and it highlights his muscular body. Swiftclaw's eyes are a lively green, and his nose is bright pink.
History:
Swiftclaw and his littermates, Spiderpath and Mossstar, are one-quarter outside blood. Any bullying that he may have suffered through was prevented by his parents, though he would occasionally hear a few snide remarks about his lineage. Those remarks would hurt him as a kit, and would eventually be the cause of his untrustful nature, though he would often just put on a happy face. Swiftclaw's now bold and daring attitude was more of an immature and irritating one as a kit, leading to a strained relationship with his sister Mossstar, and often irritating his sister Spiderpath. That being said, he was very defensive about both of his sisters, because no one was allowed to make fun of them except for him, so he would often use his large size to push around kits who would tease him and his family. As an apprentice, Swiftclaw's large size made him an ideal fighter, and his physical prowess was quickly noted. Swiftclaw was rather neutral on Mossstar's aspiration to become a warrior, and while he would often show some approval, his support wasn't much more than that. Swiftclaw eventually became a warrior, and a proud and skilled one at that. He would spend a lot of time in the nursery with a few kits, and even had his own apprentice before she was killed by greencough.While he mourned for a long time, he has recovered from losing his apprentice and is now living life as a normal warrior.
Roleplay Sample:
Swiftpaw wasn't the best at hunting. He wasn't the worst, but he definitely wasn't the best. So when his mentor, Snailclaw, announced that he Swiftpaw would be going on a solo border patrol for his final assessment, Swiftpaw had been thrilled. It was an easy task, one that a newly made apprentice could do. The grass under his large paws made a crunching sound as Swiftpaw traversed the moor with ease, travelling from one border to the other with little effort. Finally, Swiftpaw stopped when he reached the Shadowclan border. Glancing up, his bright green eyes landed on a Shadowclan patrol heading away from the border and to another border. He scoffed, uninterested in the small, malnourished-looking warriors. Sniffing at the border, he felt his white and gray pelt prickle with embarrassment when he realized how stale Windclan's scent was, compared to the fresh scent of the swamp cats. Throat rumbling in a small growl, Swiftpaw sprayed the border to the best of his ability before looking in the direction of the camp. That was it? I was excited at first for an easy final assessment, but this was underwhelming. I feel like I could have done more. Is this all Snailclaw expecst of me? Letting out a disappointed sigh, Swiftpaw started to head back to where his mentor had promised they would meet. He would speak to the small warrior then and ask if he could have a more challenging task.
It happened in an instant. Right as the meeting spot came into view, an unknown force knocked Swiftpaw off his paws. Swiftpaw recovered quickly and swiped an unsheathed claw at his attacker. His paw met with a familiar striped brown face and usually wise, now frightened, amber eyes, the eyes of his mentor. The small veteran warrior let out a gasp of pain and Swiftpaw paused at the sight of Snailclaw, surprised and shocked. The two toms looked at each other for a moment before Snailclaw let out a laugh, his voice surprisingly deep for such a small tom.
"You reacted well Swiftpaw! I'm very pleased with how much you've improved, though you shouldn't have stopped when you saw it was me. Come on, let's have a proper spar now. Your real assessment is about to begin."
Other:
Adoption Thread
Number of Cats:
2 characters so far, Swiftclaw is my first adopt
мικαcнʋ (mikachu)
Name:
Swiftclaw
Age:
54 moons (4 1/2 years)
Rank:
Warrior (possibly deputy)
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Swiftclaw is a bold male, one who is easily excitable and is often described as being daring and dauntless. He has a magnetic personality, and he often intrigues and fascinates others with his charm and friendliness. That being said, Swiftclaw tends to be a bit of a hot-head, and he often rushes into situations without thinking, or without getting the full information. He's probably one of the most protective cats in Windclan. He's very defensive of his clanmates, and even more so of his sister Spiderpath, though they did always get along, and friends. Swiftclaw also tends to be protective of Mossstar, but their relationship is strained and any protectiveness he has for her is usually because she is his leader, and not because she is his sister and clanmate. That being said, Swiftclaw hates hearing anything that's bad and negative about his sisters, and he gets annoyed at those who don't respect either of his sisters. Swiftclaw believes very strongly that actions speak louder than words, and because of this he tends to be very honest and open. He tends to be flirtatious, but instead of flirting with his words, he prefers to flirt with his actions. Swiftclaw is still deciding whether he wants a relationship that's more than flirting, and whether he wants to take on a proper mate.
Picture(Optional):
Detailed Appearance:
Like most Windclan cats, Swiftclaw has long, muscular legs, but the similarities between him and most Windclanners end there. Swiftclaw is a big boy. He's a lot taller than most Windclan cats, and is covered in large muscles, though he is definitely not as bulky as a Thunderclan cat. Swiftclaw has a well-defined head and handsome features, which he is very eager to show off. His fur is white with multiple large, stormy gray patches. His majority of his face is white, except for the top of his head. Swiftclaw's patched fur is quite thick, though it definitely could not be described as long, and it highlights his muscular body. Swiftclaw's eyes are a lively green, and his nose is bright pink.
History:
Swiftclaw and his littermates, Spiderpath and Mossstar, are one-quarter outside blood. Any bullying that he may have suffered through was prevented by his parents, though he would occasionally hear a few snide remarks about his lineage. Those remarks would hurt him as a kit, and would eventually be the cause of his untrustful nature, though he would often just put on a happy face. Swiftclaw's now bold and daring attitude was more of an immature and irritating one as a kit, leading to a strained relationship with his sister Mossstar, and often irritating his sister Spiderpath. That being said, he was very defensive about both of his sisters, because no one was allowed to make fun of them except for him, so he would often use his large size to push around kits who would tease him and his family. As an apprentice, Swiftclaw's large size made him an ideal fighter, and his physical prowess was quickly noted. Swiftclaw was rather neutral on Mossstar's aspiration to become a warrior, and while he would often show some approval, his support wasn't much more than that. Swiftclaw eventually became a warrior, and a proud and skilled one at that. He would spend a lot of time in the nursery with a few kits, and even had his own apprentice before she was killed by greencough.While he mourned for a long time, he has recovered from losing his apprentice and is now living life as a normal warrior.
Roleplay Sample:
Swiftpaw wasn't the best at hunting. He wasn't the worst, but he definitely wasn't the best. So when his mentor, Snailclaw, announced that he Swiftpaw would be going on a solo border patrol for his final assessment, Swiftpaw had been thrilled. It was an easy task, one that a newly made apprentice could do. The grass under his large paws made a crunching sound as Swiftpaw traversed the moor with ease, travelling from one border to the other with little effort. Finally, Swiftpaw stopped when he reached the Shadowclan border. Glancing up, his bright green eyes landed on a Shadowclan patrol heading away from the border and to another border. He scoffed, uninterested in the small, malnourished-looking warriors. Sniffing at the border, he felt his white and gray pelt prickle with embarrassment when he realized how stale Windclan's scent was, compared to the fresh scent of the swamp cats. Throat rumbling in a small growl, Swiftpaw sprayed the border to the best of his ability before looking in the direction of the camp. That was it? I was excited at first for an easy final assessment, but this was underwhelming. I feel like I could have done more. Is this all Snailclaw expecst of me? Letting out a disappointed sigh, Swiftpaw started to head back to where his mentor had promised they would meet. He would speak to the small warrior then and ask if he could have a more challenging task.
It happened in an instant. Right as the meeting spot came into view, an unknown force knocked Swiftpaw off his paws. Swiftpaw recovered quickly and swiped an unsheathed claw at his attacker. His paw met with a familiar striped brown face and usually wise, now frightened, amber eyes, the eyes of his mentor. The small veteran warrior let out a gasp of pain and Swiftpaw paused at the sight of Snailclaw, surprised and shocked. The two toms looked at each other for a moment before Snailclaw let out a laugh, his voice surprisingly deep for such a small tom.
"You reacted well Swiftpaw! I'm very pleased with how much you've improved, though you shouldn't have stopped when you saw it was me. Come on, let's have a proper spar now. Your real assessment is about to begin."
Other:
Adoption Thread
Number of Cats:
2 characters so far, Swiftclaw is my first adopt
