Post by x× | b | r o k e n on Jun 20, 2008 17:44:58 GMT -5
Name: Swifttail
Gender: She-cat
Age: 30 moons
Clan: None
Rank: None
Mate:
Kits:
Breed: American Shorthair
Appearance:
Swifttail. She is absolutely drop dead gorgeous. She has hesitant muscle mass. I would say hesitant, because, it is very well hidden in her ivory hair. Her tiny figure is divine. It is slim, and she has only a small amount of kit fat, from her child hood. Though, no one notices, because, it is hardly noticeable. You will see her gazing happily at herself, in any reflective object she can find.
Swifttail is a black and ivory white she-cat, with blazing amber eyes. From Swifttail's eyes, we come to her pelt. Her fur is built for RiverClan, her sneakiness for ShadowClan, and her swift nature for WindClan. She is very small, but has a very long tail in comparison. Her tail is black, and her left foot is black also, like a twoleg's boot. Black covers the back of her head, and smuggles over her ears, and just above her amber eyes. Everywhere else there are various sizes, and shapes of black spots and blotches. This she-cat has ivory white claws and teeth, just as ivory white as her pelt. She keeps her claws, well sharpened with hunting, for she only hunts for herself unfortunately, but she has found a good, smooth dark blue, granite boulder. And her teeth, well, that is a very interesting story. She first, after every meal, she finds a source of water, and cleans off any blood. Then, she washes it from her mouth. She takes much pride in her appearance, and believes that if she chews comfrey often, it will keep her teeth white. But, it doesn't do much, but slightly whiten them. Speaking of teeth, the inside of her mouth is black like she swallowed something black. Swifttail has a pale pink nose with a black line along the top of it. Her nose turns almost red when she is scared, or mad. She has a small scar on her neck from falling out of a tree once, trying to catch her first squirrel with her father. She climbed high in a tree, and she began to fall. A small piece of twig caught in her neck, and her father brought her to the Farmer. The farmer wife works at the cutter place, and fixed her neck.
Personality:
Swifttail is sometimes a very quiet she-cat. Sometimes. That makes her a good hunter, and a wonderful spy. Silence, is a very good attribute to have, and she knows it. She is a very good climber, and can climb any tree. That is why she keeps her claws well taken care of. She climbs trees, because she doesn't feel scared by being so high off the ground, and nor is she threatened by that matter of fact. That makes it easier for Swifttail to be able to infiltrate a group of cats with out even being noticed. This she-cat often gets caught crossing borders, and 'stealing' the Clan cat's prey. So, She uses her deceptive charm to deceive she-cats, and (lol) 'turn-on' toms. Swifttail is very devious, but can be very friendly if, and only if you know her well. It is hard to befriend this she-cat because of what happened to her in her history. Her mate Jake, died horrifically by miscalculating his jump across a deep ravine, and falling to the dark water below. And that is why Swifttail is also very un-trusting of others. Basically a city cat, caring for her self, and only her self. She does not know what StarClan is, but she does know of heaven. The farmer often 'prayed' out loud and spoke of god and heaven a lot.
History:
Swifttail was born into a family of loners. Her mother was Daisy after a twoleg kit. And her father's name was Fang. She was an only child, and she liked to talk to a family of kittypets... But they moved and she never saw them again. Her mother was a white she-cat with black and yellow spots everywhere on her pelt. She had beautiful green eyes. Her father was a large calico with deep brown eyes. They were a happy family, and they lived nowhere near the Clans. They lived in a farmhouse, where the farmer let them roam and catch the mice and rats that tried to steal scraps from with in the house. The farmer often 'prayed' out loud and spoke of god and heaven a lot. Swifttail would watch, and the farmer eventually explained to her what it meant. The farmer had no family living with him, and enjoyed the cats company. During Green leaf, kids came over, and Swifttail enjoyed when they played with her. Rumors from many animals said there were herds of cats, living in a forest far away, and said that they had two part names. That is why Daisy and Fang named her Swifttail. They copied it from them. When Swifttail was about 17 moons old, she said goodbye to her loving parents and the farmer, (Saying ‘good bye’ as in, hinting an escape, and giving them complements) and traveled to the forest, where the Clans were said to have lived. Now she lives among their territory as a true loner, the kind that fends for her self.
But... There has always been something about her... She puts on this disguise that she is so tuff, and independent, but what was really behind that? Love. Yes, there was a tom, at one point. It was forbidden love. A slick young tom named Jake. As black as the dark side of the moon, and devil handsome he was, with his blazing red amber eyes, and they were a match made in heaven. She would sneak out as often as she could, just to see him. Even after her father told her explicitly not to. Then, Fang found out, enraged he sent him off, and threatened his worst if he ever caught his scent on his territory again. But nothing, could keep them apart. And, that led Swifttail to run away.
She knew she couldn't hide on her father's territory. He knew this place frontward and back; it was on the flip side of his paw, awaiting him. So, Swifttail told Jake of a mystical place, of Wild Cats. And Jake knew where they were, or, so he had claimed. They traveled long and far, as the lovers came to the gorge. Jake said it was easy, to jump over it. First Swifttail, and then, Jake attempted to jump...
He made it, but his back paw slipped, and he fell to his doom. Swifttail has never been the same, since then.
Role-play Example:
Birds chirped all around, reciting the same, simple melody over and over, as the pale morning's light stretched it's reach across the ever growing land. Warming up the trees and shrubs, and everything around it. Morning glories opened, slowly one by one until the brightening meadow was dotted pink and white. There was not a cloud in the morning sky.
Like the ancient wind, rippling through the moorland, the sun radiated down a fox burrow. Soon after, emerged an ivory white cat, smudged everywhere with black spots. The she-cat stretched, and yawned. It seemed the beginning, of a beautiful day.
Swifttail had many places across the forest where she could hide away, or rest for a bit, but this den was by far, her favorite. She was right on the edge of a Maple and pine forest, where a field stretched out wide to the other side. There was a small creek on the edge of it, and it was a perfect escape. Why would a fox ever want to leave?
The black and white she-cat's amber gaze fell upon the rushing water, and it was hers. Well, as far as she knew. Swifttail relaxed as she padded sleepily onto the grass. The long, dark green grass was dotted with dewdrops. With her paws, hidden away neatly in the long grass, she continued her short trip.
The she-cat purred as she saw her reflection in the water. Swifttail adored her trim figure, and hoped to keep it that way. The she-cat sat down on the smooth pebbles, and tongued her tail. She stopped suddenly. There seemed to be something missing. Suddenly, a black figure was beside her, "Jake? J-Jake, Is that you?" She turned around and she was on the desolate plain. Swifttail turned to see the stream, replaced by a gorge, 20 miles deep.
"Yah Swift, it is one big leap over this gorge, and then its home free!" He said, in his soothing voice. Without realizing it, she smiled, "That is easy! Are you kidding?" The tears streamed her fur. She knew what was going to happen next. She nuzzled his fur.
Swifttail jumped across with a foot to spare. "Come and get me, Jake!" She called to him. 'No Jake, please! For god's sake, no!' She wanted to scream. But, it was the inedibility, this was a memory, it had already happened. Jake hissed jokingly, "You better run!" he reversed, and then charged forward. He was leaping it! Was he going to make it?
Jake made it! "Ha, I made-" There was a loud crack. Suddenly, the rock was falling from beneath his paws. Jake scrambled, and clawed the rock away, and Swifttail felt sick as she just stood there, watching him skitter in on spot, as he ran out of rock, to cling on.
Limbs flaying, he shrieked, "Swifttail!" Swifttail broke free of the memory, and she opened her eyes. It was her field again. Then, echoed through the meadow, "Swifttail, swifttail, swifttail." ((Gradually fading))
Gender: She-cat
Age: 30 moons
Clan: None
Rank: None
Mate:
Kits:
Breed: American Shorthair
Appearance:
Swifttail. She is absolutely drop dead gorgeous. She has hesitant muscle mass. I would say hesitant, because, it is very well hidden in her ivory hair. Her tiny figure is divine. It is slim, and she has only a small amount of kit fat, from her child hood. Though, no one notices, because, it is hardly noticeable. You will see her gazing happily at herself, in any reflective object she can find.
Swifttail is a black and ivory white she-cat, with blazing amber eyes. From Swifttail's eyes, we come to her pelt. Her fur is built for RiverClan, her sneakiness for ShadowClan, and her swift nature for WindClan. She is very small, but has a very long tail in comparison. Her tail is black, and her left foot is black also, like a twoleg's boot. Black covers the back of her head, and smuggles over her ears, and just above her amber eyes. Everywhere else there are various sizes, and shapes of black spots and blotches. This she-cat has ivory white claws and teeth, just as ivory white as her pelt. She keeps her claws, well sharpened with hunting, for she only hunts for herself unfortunately, but she has found a good, smooth dark blue, granite boulder. And her teeth, well, that is a very interesting story. She first, after every meal, she finds a source of water, and cleans off any blood. Then, she washes it from her mouth. She takes much pride in her appearance, and believes that if she chews comfrey often, it will keep her teeth white. But, it doesn't do much, but slightly whiten them. Speaking of teeth, the inside of her mouth is black like she swallowed something black. Swifttail has a pale pink nose with a black line along the top of it. Her nose turns almost red when she is scared, or mad. She has a small scar on her neck from falling out of a tree once, trying to catch her first squirrel with her father. She climbed high in a tree, and she began to fall. A small piece of twig caught in her neck, and her father brought her to the Farmer. The farmer wife works at the cutter place, and fixed her neck.
Personality:
Swifttail is sometimes a very quiet she-cat. Sometimes. That makes her a good hunter, and a wonderful spy. Silence, is a very good attribute to have, and she knows it. She is a very good climber, and can climb any tree. That is why she keeps her claws well taken care of. She climbs trees, because she doesn't feel scared by being so high off the ground, and nor is she threatened by that matter of fact. That makes it easier for Swifttail to be able to infiltrate a group of cats with out even being noticed. This she-cat often gets caught crossing borders, and 'stealing' the Clan cat's prey. So, She uses her deceptive charm to deceive she-cats, and (lol) 'turn-on' toms. Swifttail is very devious, but can be very friendly if, and only if you know her well. It is hard to befriend this she-cat because of what happened to her in her history. Her mate Jake, died horrifically by miscalculating his jump across a deep ravine, and falling to the dark water below. And that is why Swifttail is also very un-trusting of others. Basically a city cat, caring for her self, and only her self. She does not know what StarClan is, but she does know of heaven. The farmer often 'prayed' out loud and spoke of god and heaven a lot.
History:
Swifttail was born into a family of loners. Her mother was Daisy after a twoleg kit. And her father's name was Fang. She was an only child, and she liked to talk to a family of kittypets... But they moved and she never saw them again. Her mother was a white she-cat with black and yellow spots everywhere on her pelt. She had beautiful green eyes. Her father was a large calico with deep brown eyes. They were a happy family, and they lived nowhere near the Clans. They lived in a farmhouse, where the farmer let them roam and catch the mice and rats that tried to steal scraps from with in the house. The farmer often 'prayed' out loud and spoke of god and heaven a lot. Swifttail would watch, and the farmer eventually explained to her what it meant. The farmer had no family living with him, and enjoyed the cats company. During Green leaf, kids came over, and Swifttail enjoyed when they played with her. Rumors from many animals said there were herds of cats, living in a forest far away, and said that they had two part names. That is why Daisy and Fang named her Swifttail. They copied it from them. When Swifttail was about 17 moons old, she said goodbye to her loving parents and the farmer, (Saying ‘good bye’ as in, hinting an escape, and giving them complements) and traveled to the forest, where the Clans were said to have lived. Now she lives among their territory as a true loner, the kind that fends for her self.
But... There has always been something about her... She puts on this disguise that she is so tuff, and independent, but what was really behind that? Love. Yes, there was a tom, at one point. It was forbidden love. A slick young tom named Jake. As black as the dark side of the moon, and devil handsome he was, with his blazing red amber eyes, and they were a match made in heaven. She would sneak out as often as she could, just to see him. Even after her father told her explicitly not to. Then, Fang found out, enraged he sent him off, and threatened his worst if he ever caught his scent on his territory again. But nothing, could keep them apart. And, that led Swifttail to run away.
She knew she couldn't hide on her father's territory. He knew this place frontward and back; it was on the flip side of his paw, awaiting him. So, Swifttail told Jake of a mystical place, of Wild Cats. And Jake knew where they were, or, so he had claimed. They traveled long and far, as the lovers came to the gorge. Jake said it was easy, to jump over it. First Swifttail, and then, Jake attempted to jump...
He made it, but his back paw slipped, and he fell to his doom. Swifttail has never been the same, since then.
Role-play Example:
Birds chirped all around, reciting the same, simple melody over and over, as the pale morning's light stretched it's reach across the ever growing land. Warming up the trees and shrubs, and everything around it. Morning glories opened, slowly one by one until the brightening meadow was dotted pink and white. There was not a cloud in the morning sky.
Like the ancient wind, rippling through the moorland, the sun radiated down a fox burrow. Soon after, emerged an ivory white cat, smudged everywhere with black spots. The she-cat stretched, and yawned. It seemed the beginning, of a beautiful day.
Swifttail had many places across the forest where she could hide away, or rest for a bit, but this den was by far, her favorite. She was right on the edge of a Maple and pine forest, where a field stretched out wide to the other side. There was a small creek on the edge of it, and it was a perfect escape. Why would a fox ever want to leave?
The black and white she-cat's amber gaze fell upon the rushing water, and it was hers. Well, as far as she knew. Swifttail relaxed as she padded sleepily onto the grass. The long, dark green grass was dotted with dewdrops. With her paws, hidden away neatly in the long grass, she continued her short trip.
The she-cat purred as she saw her reflection in the water. Swifttail adored her trim figure, and hoped to keep it that way. The she-cat sat down on the smooth pebbles, and tongued her tail. She stopped suddenly. There seemed to be something missing. Suddenly, a black figure was beside her, "Jake? J-Jake, Is that you?" She turned around and she was on the desolate plain. Swifttail turned to see the stream, replaced by a gorge, 20 miles deep.
"Yah Swift, it is one big leap over this gorge, and then its home free!" He said, in his soothing voice. Without realizing it, she smiled, "That is easy! Are you kidding?" The tears streamed her fur. She knew what was going to happen next. She nuzzled his fur.
Swifttail jumped across with a foot to spare. "Come and get me, Jake!" She called to him. 'No Jake, please! For god's sake, no!' She wanted to scream. But, it was the inedibility, this was a memory, it had already happened. Jake hissed jokingly, "You better run!" he reversed, and then charged forward. He was leaping it! Was he going to make it?
Jake made it! "Ha, I made-" There was a loud crack. Suddenly, the rock was falling from beneath his paws. Jake scrambled, and clawed the rock away, and Swifttail felt sick as she just stood there, watching him skitter in on spot, as he ran out of rock, to cling on.
Limbs flaying, he shrieked, "Swifttail!" Swifttail broke free of the memory, and she opened her eyes. It was her field again. Then, echoed through the meadow, "Swifttail, swifttail, swifttail." ((Gradually fading))
