Post by Swiftstar on Aug 22, 2016 16:38:37 GMT -6
windclan
swiftstar
AGE
32 Moons
GENDER
Male
RANK
Leader
APPEARANCE
Swiftstar is of an average height for a WindClan cat, with a lean build, little fat, and wiry muscles. Whereas some WindClan cats have mastered the art of downing raptors of the sky, he is more suited for sprinting down rabbits, dodging roots and rocks and finally catching his prey with a neck-lock and a quick break of the spine. He is of a common enough color, mostly black with an underbelly of white. This white extends up his chest and splashes across his muzzle. He also sports four white paws. His eyes are a harsh yellow.
PERSONALITY
Originally spoiled, smarmy, and hot-headed, Swiftstar has come through the epidemic with a new appreciation for his clanmates and for the life he took for granted. Though he still holds a great vanity for his perfectly-groomed coat, he is willing to do his work in the tunnels and has taken up a number of tasks normally bestowed upon apprentices as punishment due to the lack of paws available in WindClan. This does not mean, however, that he is a cat redefined - rather, he considers the clan his. It is his to rebuild and his to restore, and he becomes testy when other cats mention his lack of experience. He was praised for being a quick learner as an apprentice, and he believes his adaptability has not deserted him in this time of crisis.
Swiftstar can come across as dreadfully critical. He has a blunt way of speaking, though he is easily buttered up by a few complimentary words. He dotes upon kits but holds other warriors to the same standard he expects from himself. With other fully-grown cats, he is careful with his compliments, but he at least knows that other clans should be treated respectfully and yet also warily. He is not certain he can accomplish this sort of deceit the way his predecessors could, but he is not eager to share his doubts, fearing his clanmates may take it as weakness. Occasionally, when his responsibilities become suffocating, Swiftstar will disappear in the early morning to "do a bit of hunting". The truth is that he'll find a clump of heather to rest in and sort his thoughts out. Or, failing that, he'll work on his hunting skills until they're gone from his head completely. Considering the difficult decisions leaders must make, this inability to share his thoughts could perhaps become his biggest failing as a leader. But he is young, and in time he could overcome this challenge.
HISTORY
Swiftstar is young for a leader, and he was only made deputy after many of the senior members of WindClan had become ill. Originally born to a pair of WindClan warriors, Swiftstar traveled the normal path of a warrior, progressing from Swiftkit to Swiftpaw to Swiftfoot without incident. It was only shortly after he had received his first apprentice, however, that calamity struck the clan. Soon to become known as the "biting sickness", this unknown epidemic ravaged his clan. It was quick to claim the original deputy, an old snaggletooth named Shortsnout, and the leader of the clan was quick to replace the dead deputy with another senior warrior. Swiftfoot was forced to watch, distraught, as slowly his entire clan began to fall before the sickness. It was after the second deputy was killed by Doestar, having succumbed to the biting sickness and infecting the leader before death, that the WindClan leader chose him. Though his own apprentice had died during the sickness, Doestar was hesitant of electing a senior warrior as deputy. Perhaps she believed his name, Swiftfoot, would help him outrun the illness. Regardless of her reasoning, he shortly became leader after all ill cats were exiled.
Since that time, taking leadership of the clan has been a struggle. Swiftstar never truly knew when it was right for him to journey to the Moonpool to receive his nine lives. At last, having buried their medicine cat the day before, he reluctantly left his remaining clan members and ventured on his own. At the Moonpool, he came to discover that Doestar's fate had been the same as all sickened cats - even her nine lives had not allowed her to outrun its grip. From her, from his parents, even from his apprentice - Swiftstar received his nine lives from cats he had known for much of his life, and he was sent back to his clan with Doestar's well-wishes. As the new leader, his broken clan would look to him for guidance. The knowledge lay heavy on his narrow shoulders.
SEXUALITY
Demisexual
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Laid up in the shade of a gorse bush, Swiftstar panted, his eyes trained on the rabbit hole a few pawsteps away from him. It had been only moments earlier that he had missed the hare, and his nose throbbed uncomfortably from where he had caught dirt - one last desperate lunge, having seen the shadow of the tunnel entrance and knowing what it meant. It wasn't that he was too large for the hole - rather it was the tightness of it, the terror of a collapsed tunnel, trapped in dirt and buried.
Just the idea of it was enough to raise the hair on his neck. What would a death be like, without air and nine whole lives to suffer through? StarClan help him, he'd rather lose all nine lives at once! And yet, when his belly rumbled in protest, the black-and-white tom pushed himself shakily to his paws. His yellow eyes sharpened, pupils widening as he surveyed the entrance. He forced himself to take one step closer, then another.
Maybe if he didn't know that so many of his clanmembers were still in a state of shock, unable to hunt, unable to function, still wrapped up in their grief. Maybe if he was still Swiftfoot. But he wasn't, was he?
Here he was, not only a warrior of the Code but a leader of it. And what sort of example was he, if he didn't have the guts to venture down that tunnel? Tunneling was in his blood; he had been trained in it. His nose twitched. Follow the air; don't panic.And rabbits always had multiple exits. He'd chase it out onto the open moorland once more and catch it properly this time!
Silently, slowly, the leader of WindClan stalked into the rabbit's hole, shadows swallowing up his dusky coat.
32 Moons
GENDER
Male
RANK
Leader
APPEARANCE
Swiftstar is of an average height for a WindClan cat, with a lean build, little fat, and wiry muscles. Whereas some WindClan cats have mastered the art of downing raptors of the sky, he is more suited for sprinting down rabbits, dodging roots and rocks and finally catching his prey with a neck-lock and a quick break of the spine. He is of a common enough color, mostly black with an underbelly of white. This white extends up his chest and splashes across his muzzle. He also sports four white paws. His eyes are a harsh yellow.
PERSONALITY
Originally spoiled, smarmy, and hot-headed, Swiftstar has come through the epidemic with a new appreciation for his clanmates and for the life he took for granted. Though he still holds a great vanity for his perfectly-groomed coat, he is willing to do his work in the tunnels and has taken up a number of tasks normally bestowed upon apprentices as punishment due to the lack of paws available in WindClan. This does not mean, however, that he is a cat redefined - rather, he considers the clan his. It is his to rebuild and his to restore, and he becomes testy when other cats mention his lack of experience. He was praised for being a quick learner as an apprentice, and he believes his adaptability has not deserted him in this time of crisis.
Swiftstar can come across as dreadfully critical. He has a blunt way of speaking, though he is easily buttered up by a few complimentary words. He dotes upon kits but holds other warriors to the same standard he expects from himself. With other fully-grown cats, he is careful with his compliments, but he at least knows that other clans should be treated respectfully and yet also warily. He is not certain he can accomplish this sort of deceit the way his predecessors could, but he is not eager to share his doubts, fearing his clanmates may take it as weakness. Occasionally, when his responsibilities become suffocating, Swiftstar will disappear in the early morning to "do a bit of hunting". The truth is that he'll find a clump of heather to rest in and sort his thoughts out. Or, failing that, he'll work on his hunting skills until they're gone from his head completely. Considering the difficult decisions leaders must make, this inability to share his thoughts could perhaps become his biggest failing as a leader. But he is young, and in time he could overcome this challenge.
HISTORY
Swiftstar is young for a leader, and he was only made deputy after many of the senior members of WindClan had become ill. Originally born to a pair of WindClan warriors, Swiftstar traveled the normal path of a warrior, progressing from Swiftkit to Swiftpaw to Swiftfoot without incident. It was only shortly after he had received his first apprentice, however, that calamity struck the clan. Soon to become known as the "biting sickness", this unknown epidemic ravaged his clan. It was quick to claim the original deputy, an old snaggletooth named Shortsnout, and the leader of the clan was quick to replace the dead deputy with another senior warrior. Swiftfoot was forced to watch, distraught, as slowly his entire clan began to fall before the sickness. It was after the second deputy was killed by Doestar, having succumbed to the biting sickness and infecting the leader before death, that the WindClan leader chose him. Though his own apprentice had died during the sickness, Doestar was hesitant of electing a senior warrior as deputy. Perhaps she believed his name, Swiftfoot, would help him outrun the illness. Regardless of her reasoning, he shortly became leader after all ill cats were exiled.
Since that time, taking leadership of the clan has been a struggle. Swiftstar never truly knew when it was right for him to journey to the Moonpool to receive his nine lives. At last, having buried their medicine cat the day before, he reluctantly left his remaining clan members and ventured on his own. At the Moonpool, he came to discover that Doestar's fate had been the same as all sickened cats - even her nine lives had not allowed her to outrun its grip. From her, from his parents, even from his apprentice - Swiftstar received his nine lives from cats he had known for much of his life, and he was sent back to his clan with Doestar's well-wishes. As the new leader, his broken clan would look to him for guidance. The knowledge lay heavy on his narrow shoulders.
SEXUALITY
Demisexual
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Laid up in the shade of a gorse bush, Swiftstar panted, his eyes trained on the rabbit hole a few pawsteps away from him. It had been only moments earlier that he had missed the hare, and his nose throbbed uncomfortably from where he had caught dirt - one last desperate lunge, having seen the shadow of the tunnel entrance and knowing what it meant. It wasn't that he was too large for the hole - rather it was the tightness of it, the terror of a collapsed tunnel, trapped in dirt and buried.
Just the idea of it was enough to raise the hair on his neck. What would a death be like, without air and nine whole lives to suffer through? StarClan help him, he'd rather lose all nine lives at once! And yet, when his belly rumbled in protest, the black-and-white tom pushed himself shakily to his paws. His yellow eyes sharpened, pupils widening as he surveyed the entrance. He forced himself to take one step closer, then another.
Maybe if he didn't know that so many of his clanmembers were still in a state of shock, unable to hunt, unable to function, still wrapped up in their grief. Maybe if he was still Swiftfoot. But he wasn't, was he?
Here he was, not only a warrior of the Code but a leader of it. And what sort of example was he, if he didn't have the guts to venture down that tunnel? Tunneling was in his blood; he had been trained in it. His nose twitched. Follow the air; don't panic.And rabbits always had multiple exits. He'd chase it out onto the open moorland once more and catch it properly this time!
Silently, slowly, the leader of WindClan stalked into the rabbit's hole, shadows swallowing up his dusky coat.
