Post by grimm on Dec 12, 2014 20:30:01 GMT -5
s w i f t w i n g
need to know
» clan: Windclan
» age: forty-seven moons.
» gender: tom.
» rank: warrior.
» status: healthy.
» mentor/apprentice: none as of yet.
» description: tall, thin black tom with amber eyes. [/ul]
deeper
Speed.
He's fast with a good amount of stamina behind him, and was named properly. When he runs, fully extending all long limbs, he almost seems as if he flies across the moors. Because of this, he is an able hunter and is known as one of the best among Windclan. Amber eyes, deep and vibrant stare out from a strangely handsome face, bouncing between wide-eyed alert and dreamy half-mast. Wedge-faced with high cheek bones, Swiftwing's ears also come a little from the sides of his head instead of the top, creating an almost exotic look compared to the standard cat.
» personality: Weird.
There's no other way to describe him.
He's the kind of cat you can ask a question and walk away not knowing the answer, and confused even more. Swiftwing doesn't mind being by himself, or with a group, mainly because his mind is usually elsewhere. Often times looking to the sky or blankly staring at his surroundings, this tom enjoys questioning his clan mates with strange questions they have no answers, and then seeming as if he expected their confusion and still being mildly disappointed. Swiftwing is a day dreamer, and seems almost out of it seven out of ten times.
Most of the clan know him as the type to walk up and start a conversation without preamble, asking strange, pointless questions, and leaving once he has his answers. However, there are also times when he seems almost normal, chatting with his clan mates, only to stop in the middle of a sentence and drift away from the conversation all together. Some find it amusing, others find it irritating. He's a generally happy go lucky sort of guy, but he can get upset over the stupidest things. From his fur not lying down right to a cloud not being in the right place in the sky, he takes to wandering around in a depressive mood.
He cheers up quick enough, though.
His belief in Windclan's prophet and leader, Palestar, isn't exactly frothing at the mouth sort of faith, but his strong belief that she is the right from the wrong and is the step forward in the right direction seems to keep him in some sort of place. He finds Palestar someone who has been touched by starlight, glowing with radiance, and hopes to one day catch a proper glimpse of her face. She is the sun and stars, and he follows her.
» background: Born in Greenleaf by his mother Blackwind, he and his sister Breezekit were the only two that survived a very hard labor. Eaglestep, his father, and Blackwind were happy to at least have two kits, alive and well. Naming them Swiftkit and Breezekit was because their parents hoped that they could have an easier life, unlike their time coming into the world. It seemed fitting as they grew older and filled out their names as if they were meant for them. Swiftkit and Breezekit would often chase each other about the nursery, much to the other queens' annoyance, and would run out to play in the main clearing of the camp, Blackwind following with an exasperated sigh.
He and his sister were curious kits, as many are, and would often ask just about every question about the sun. However, where Breezekit seemed to ask the important questions like how long it would be before she could become a warrior or what kind of jobs does an apprentice do, Swiftkit asked the strange and pointed ones, like how the rabbits ran across the fields so fast and why was the sky blue.
He rarely got answers to his questions.
Becoming Swiftpaw and Breezepaw, the siblings took to their new ranks with aplomb and took as much care as they could in learning everything, however, Rooktail, Swiftpaw's mentor, learned very quickly how hard it was to keep his apprentice's attentions to their lessons. Rather wanting to wander about the moors and look under every rock and in nearly every hole, Rooktail took time to figure out ways to keep his attentions centered, but fighting and sparring flew beyond Swiftpaw's head after the basic moves, and had him visiting the Medicine Cat more often then not. He wasn't exactly fragile, but he was a lot easier to hurt compared to the other apprentices.
Instead, Swiftpaw took to hunting like a fish does to water or a bird to air. He was quick, and agile, building muscle as he was taught, and the concentration he took to it was phenomenal. Rooktail took pride in his apprentice bringing back healthy rabbits back to camp after teaching proper ways of tracking and stalking the flighty prey. His sister was envious, but happy, that her brother found his niche. It didn't mean he couldn't fight of course, when it was needed, however, he was quick on his feet and was better suited to exhaust enemy cats then to actually hurt them.
When he and his sister were named Swiftwing, for his speed and leaping jumps that made him seem like he was flying, and Breezefang, who was a quick and agile fighter who took after he father's power, they were congratulated and felt as if they were on the highest peek they could be on. Silverflight and Harestar's deaths, unfortunately, took it's toll on the clans and onto them, Breezefang having been mentored by Silverflight. The blow to the cats was tremendous, but they weathered on, until the silence of Starclan descended.
It was a tense and uncomfortable time for all.
The battle at Fourtrees, however, brought down their father, Eaglestep, in a harsh battle of glory, and their mother, stricken with grief, could not continue with her warrior duties. Instead, she moved to stay with the elders, her children coming to visit in attempts to try and cheer their mother away from her glassy eyed stare.
It did little to help.
Blackwind passed away late in the winter, and once again, the siblings mourned. Swiftwing grew even more dreamy, more distant with the world, while Breezefang set her claws into the earth and did not let go. She was the only thing, it seemed, that kept her brother together with some sort of hold. When Palestar took the mantle, properly, as leader and prophet, the siblings turned to her for guidance, as many did in their clan, but, Breezefang was bit more of a realist and disliked her brother's opinion of Palestar. She was their leader, not a cat born down from the heavens on starlight. He treated her as some enlightened being.
He wasn't a zealot, but his faith was true.
She could only hope this dark time would not break him should anything happen. [/ul]
immediate kin
» sons: none.
» daughters: none. [/ul]
extended kin
» mother:
» brothers: none.
» sisters: Breezefang.
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