Post by .Taslin.•*"*•. on Jan 28, 2008 22:13:25 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Name:[/glow] Swiftpaw -- to be Swifthunt if I get to pick the name --
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 8 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] PastureClan
[glow=blue,2,300]Desired Position:[/glow] Apprentice
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] A thoughtful tom, Swiftpaw isn't careless or foolhardy. He thinks things through and is clever in his mind as well as his paws, being very nimble and quick, and a fast runner.
He can also be quite unpredictable. One almost never knows what's going through his head. He thinks quickly, making decisions fast and moving just as.
He's not outspoken, and usually speaks his mind when asked his opinion, although every so often he'll speak out. He hardly ever has a bad word to say about some cat, known for being quite kind.
[glow=blue,2,300]Physical Description:[/glow] A short-haired beige tom with brown striped legs, head, and tail-tip. Lower back is a more mixed brown than beige. His eyes are a glowing amber.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]History:[/glow]
Swiftpaw was born in PastureClan, one of two kittens in his litter. The younger one. His older sibling, a ginger and brown tabby tom named Springkit, was very adventurous. While Swiftkit quite enjoyed the daily frisks out to the camp, Springkit always wanted more. He wasn't happy with just being allowed to go where he was told. When no cat was looking, he'd try to sneak out of camp. Swiftkit went with him once or twice, but was content to wait until he was apprenticed to explore, even though his fur itched to know what their whole territory was like.
The itch in his fur was almost obliterated one green-leaf day, though. His brother had found a way out, and gone without Swiftkit. He'd asked, but Swiftkit said no. The latter tom was tired, and wanted to nap. So with a quick good-bye, Springkit was gone.
The next thing Swiftkit remembers is waking up to find his mother, Featherstorm, gone from the nursery, and hearing a racket in the camp. It seemed they were excited or upset about something. Padding silently to the nursery entrance, Swiftkit peered out and caught sight of a bloodied bundle at the camp's center. With a choking cry, he bounded out and ran to it, his paws barely skimming the ground it seemed. As he approached it, Swiftkit could see the bundle was bright ginger and brown striped, scarlet smudges covering the pelt. Swiftkit stared dully at his brother's body and felt shivers dance through his spine.
Later on, when the shock of the death left Swiftkit, he learned that his mother had gone looking for Springkit when she'd noticed his disappearance, and found him cowering from two male foxes. He'd already been clawed and bleeding, and Featherstorm had leaped in to rescue him, but when she was distracting the foxes so he could run, he didn't flee. He stayed, trying to nip at the foxes' tails. The foxes overtook them, though. He was just a kit, and his mother was too weak. The foxes took the kitten and were just about to run off when a PastureClan patrol came along and scared them away. Springkit was dead. Featherstorm felt guilty she had lived while he had not, but she returned to camp nonetheless. A moon after Swiftkit became an apprentice, she died of infection to one of the bad wounds.
The horror of the deaths left Swiftkit feeling blank for a few days, but finally he realized what it meant. His brother, Springkit, and Featherstorom were together in DreamClan. They might be gone to him, but at least they were together.
The realization left Swiftkit with a strong faith, and he works hard to make his mother and brother proud of him.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow] Murmurs. Barely meowing above a whisper, but fuzzing the back of Swiftkit's mind with sound, he awoke and looked blearily around the nursery. His mother was no where in sight, and he blinked his eyes to clear them. He could hear the voices now.
"No...how?"
"Such a -- a young one..."
"What was he thinking?"
"Oh, poor Featherstorm.."
What they were saying made Swiftkit perk his ears. Featherstorm was his mother. Why were they pitying her? With a few first stumbling steps, Swiftkit peeped out to camp to see what they commotion was about.
With an inward gasp of horror, he saw the dully shining fur of Springkit in the moonlight. The maroon splotches on his fur were not right, and Swiftkit cried out in agony. He tripped a step, then flew to his brother's side. He was conscious of the dripping red on the motionless tom, and it started to swim before his eyes. He felt a numb feeling of dread descend upon him and he bowed his head beside his brother, shaking. He curled into a ball, head touching Springkit's cheek.
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow] Whisper
[glow=blue,2,300]Other:[/glow]Neh, not a thing.
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 8 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] PastureClan
[glow=blue,2,300]Desired Position:[/glow] Apprentice
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] A thoughtful tom, Swiftpaw isn't careless or foolhardy. He thinks things through and is clever in his mind as well as his paws, being very nimble and quick, and a fast runner.
He can also be quite unpredictable. One almost never knows what's going through his head. He thinks quickly, making decisions fast and moving just as.
He's not outspoken, and usually speaks his mind when asked his opinion, although every so often he'll speak out. He hardly ever has a bad word to say about some cat, known for being quite kind.
[glow=blue,2,300]Physical Description:[/glow] A short-haired beige tom with brown striped legs, head, and tail-tip. Lower back is a more mixed brown than beige. His eyes are a glowing amber.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]History:[/glow]
Swiftpaw was born in PastureClan, one of two kittens in his litter. The younger one. His older sibling, a ginger and brown tabby tom named Springkit, was very adventurous. While Swiftkit quite enjoyed the daily frisks out to the camp, Springkit always wanted more. He wasn't happy with just being allowed to go where he was told. When no cat was looking, he'd try to sneak out of camp. Swiftkit went with him once or twice, but was content to wait until he was apprenticed to explore, even though his fur itched to know what their whole territory was like.
The itch in his fur was almost obliterated one green-leaf day, though. His brother had found a way out, and gone without Swiftkit. He'd asked, but Swiftkit said no. The latter tom was tired, and wanted to nap. So with a quick good-bye, Springkit was gone.
The next thing Swiftkit remembers is waking up to find his mother, Featherstorm, gone from the nursery, and hearing a racket in the camp. It seemed they were excited or upset about something. Padding silently to the nursery entrance, Swiftkit peered out and caught sight of a bloodied bundle at the camp's center. With a choking cry, he bounded out and ran to it, his paws barely skimming the ground it seemed. As he approached it, Swiftkit could see the bundle was bright ginger and brown striped, scarlet smudges covering the pelt. Swiftkit stared dully at his brother's body and felt shivers dance through his spine.
Later on, when the shock of the death left Swiftkit, he learned that his mother had gone looking for Springkit when she'd noticed his disappearance, and found him cowering from two male foxes. He'd already been clawed and bleeding, and Featherstorm had leaped in to rescue him, but when she was distracting the foxes so he could run, he didn't flee. He stayed, trying to nip at the foxes' tails. The foxes overtook them, though. He was just a kit, and his mother was too weak. The foxes took the kitten and were just about to run off when a PastureClan patrol came along and scared them away. Springkit was dead. Featherstorm felt guilty she had lived while he had not, but she returned to camp nonetheless. A moon after Swiftkit became an apprentice, she died of infection to one of the bad wounds.
The horror of the deaths left Swiftkit feeling blank for a few days, but finally he realized what it meant. His brother, Springkit, and Featherstorom were together in DreamClan. They might be gone to him, but at least they were together.
The realization left Swiftkit with a strong faith, and he works hard to make his mother and brother proud of him.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow] Murmurs. Barely meowing above a whisper, but fuzzing the back of Swiftkit's mind with sound, he awoke and looked blearily around the nursery. His mother was no where in sight, and he blinked his eyes to clear them. He could hear the voices now.
"No...how?"
"Such a -- a young one..."
"What was he thinking?"
"Oh, poor Featherstorm.."
What they were saying made Swiftkit perk his ears. Featherstorm was his mother. Why were they pitying her? With a few first stumbling steps, Swiftkit peeped out to camp to see what they commotion was about.
With an inward gasp of horror, he saw the dully shining fur of Springkit in the moonlight. The maroon splotches on his fur were not right, and Swiftkit cried out in agony. He tripped a step, then flew to his brother's side. He was conscious of the dripping red on the motionless tom, and it started to swim before his eyes. He felt a numb feeling of dread descend upon him and he bowed his head beside his brother, shaking. He curled into a ball, head touching Springkit's cheek.
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow] Whisper
[glow=blue,2,300]Other:[/glow]Neh, not a thing.
