Post by Deleted on May 18, 2013 2:47:49 GMT -5
NAME! Swiftpelt.
AGE! 32 moons.
RANK! Warrior.
GENDER! F
CLAN! Shadowclan.
SHORT DESC.! A black she-cat with green eyes.
FULL DESCRIPTION!
PERSONALITY!
HISTORY!
RP EXAMPLE!
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AGE! 32 moons.
RANK! Warrior.
GENDER! F
CLAN! Shadowclan.
SHORT DESC.! A black she-cat with green eyes.
FULL DESCRIPTION!
She has a solid black pelt. She has light green eyes. She has a black nose, the inside of her ears are pink and the bottom of her pads are black. She is really slender because she doesn't eat that much food and that makes it much easier for her to hunt because she relies on her speed over her strength. She looks small for her age.
PERSONALITY!
Stubborn- She doesn't like being told what to do, but she will always listen to her leader.
Intelligent- She is one of the smartest cats in the clan and when making decisions she thinks before she acts.
Honest- She will tell the truth even if it hurts another clan mates feelings. She will never lie to another clan mate, not even if the cat asks if she looks fat and the fact is that she does.
Easily Annoyed- She gets easily annoyed by those she considers stupid. This doesn't include kits or young apprentices.
Open Book- She will tell anybody what is on her mind so long as they ask unless it's super important. If the clan is in danger and she has something to say she will say it, simple as that.
Flexible- Unless it's a really dumb suggestion she is flexible and will take others ideas into consideration. If there comes a time when they have to leave and find a new home she is flexible..
HISTORY!
Swift was born from a kittypet and a loner. Her mother was a kittypet and her father was a loner. Her mother left the life as a kittypet to travel with her mate. She got pregnant two moons later and had a litter of three kits, two boys and a girl, all solid black like their father. Swift was three moons when her father caught green cough and died. She was four moons old when her mother ran into a Shadowclan cat and was accepted into the clan. Swift got her new name, Swiftkit and was told to stay in the nursery until she was six moons old. Swiftkit got her apprenticeship when she was six moons old and her brothers also got their apprenticeships.
Swiftpaw's mentor was named Dustpelt, he was hard on Swiftpaw because she was born a loner and he didn't trust loners no matter how young she had been. She went through three moons of suffering with his training and once she turned nine moons old her mentor caught green cough and died. Swiftpaw was assigned another mentor, her name was Robinflight. She trained her how to hunt, fight, and do patrols. Swiftpaw trained another three moons and got her warrior's name when she turned twelve moons old. Now known as Swiftpelt she bragged to her brothers who hadn't become warriors just yet. Swiftpelt heard her brothers talking and walked in on them and demanded what they had said. The two were planning on leaving Shadowclan for good because they didn't feel like they belonged. Swiftpelt shook her head and without another word turned her back on her brothers as if giving them permission to just leave.
Swiftpelt watched her brothers leave the camp and went to her mother and told her that her brothers left camp. Her mother was went into a depression and refused to come out of the den again. Swiftpelt was eighteen moons old when her mother caught green cough and died. Now Swiftpelt didn't have anybody left to comfort her because her brothers had left the camp. Swiftpelt went on patrols but never once seen her brothers, not until she was twenty-five moons old. The clan was short on prey and so they had gone out to hunt in a party to gather as much prey as possible. Swiftpelt went ahead, she seen a few quails and she was going to sneak up on them and pounce them. Before she got to them something had knocked her off her feet and she landed on her side. Her brothers were the first thing she seen when she glanced in the direction to see who had pushed her.
Her brothers killed the quails and started eating them up in front of her. When her brothers were almost finished the rest of the hunting party for Shadowclan had come. Her brothers weren't willing to come back to the clan so some of the clan mates killed them in cold blood. Leaving the brothers dead on the ground they continued on with their hunt and came back with some birds and rabbits, even some more quails they had caught the scent of one the way back to Shadowclan territory. Swiftpelt didn't miss her brothers, she was never all that close to them after all. Seven moons has gone by since that day, making her thirty-two and she has yet to get an apprentice of her own.
RP EXAMPLE!
Look at Burrowpaw.
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