Post by kei on Apr 5, 2009 10:30:23 GMT -8
N a m e: Swiftpath
G e n d e r: Tom
A g e: 37 Moons
C l a n: LakeClan
R a n k: Warrior
I m a g e: www.oakcreekpetcare.com/image/2216126.jpeg
F a m i l y: Parents: Deceased ; Brother; deceased (explained in history)
M a t e: Creamwhisker
K i t s: Kestrelkit and Robinkit
C o m p a n i o n . I m a g e: anoddlittleplace.typepad.com/ellens_nest/images/005_red_and_green_bird.jpg
C o m p a n i o n:
Aero is a small red and green parrot. He, like Swiftpath, is very stubborn and acts indifferent. With his beautiful red head, beak, and belly, the rest of Aero's green body blends marvelously into the leaves. He stays on Swiftpath's head the most of his time, but he does change.
Q u i c k . P h y s i c a l:
Swiftpath is a black-and-white long-furred tom with beautiful hazel eyes.
F u l l . P h y s i c a l:
With his muscular build and captivating hazel eyes, Swiftpath is quite attractive. Though he already has a love of his life, looks don't hurt. His long fur looks permanently windruffled, and he likes it that way. His fur is thin and very wispy, making it look naturally messy. His fur is mainly white with a hat-like black marking on his head. He has another large black marking on his back, and his tail-tip is black as well. Scars lace his skin, and they add to his tough look.
As has been said before, Swiftpath has a very muscular build. His claws are sharp and strong, and he's got a very stern look. His paws are large, but strong all the same. In fact, even his pale nose makes him look tougher. The reason why, however, is unknown. It does, though, and that's all that really matters.
Swiftpath is very tough-looking, but then you reach his eyes. His hazel eyes are beautiful and captivating, and one could get lost in his eyes forever. His eyes are his most beautiful, wonderful, and amazing feature. On every cat, including tough ones, there's always that sparkle of beauty and radiance that always seems to make an appearance.
P e r s o n a l i t y:
Stubborn and hotheaded would be the first two words chosen to describe Swiftpath. This stubborn tom refuses to believe that StarClan help cats, let alone their existence. Yes, this beautiful tom will fade away in OtherClan, all because of his arrogance and refusal to believe.
Acting indifferent and tough, however, takes it out of one. That's why Swiftpath took Creamwhisker as his mate; he knew that the she-cat would trust him and encourage him. And he needed someone to talk to, and she seemed perfect.
However, Swiftpath is still a fighter, not a lover. Eagerness to shed blood in battles is a major fault in his design, along with his stubbornness. He's sadistic as well, if you couldn't tell. The Clan(s) think that he's just an eager-to-kill warrior, and that's what he wants. Or, part of him.
His entire life is a masquerade, as he has two sides of himself. His most common side is his arrogant, mean, sadistic side. His soft side, however, is quite paranoid. He believes that, some nights, the entire forest is going to get him. That the trees can open their large, wooden mouths and eat him with their sharp, bark-like teeth. He is terrified of blood in this state, and this is probably the side that Creamwhisker fell in love with. This is the side that he shows around her, but not anyone else.
H i s t o r y:
{{I find that histories are easier to understand and write when written in first person}}
"Swiftkit! Swiftkit!" ah.. my name was being called. By who? His dark black shape reached my hazel eyes. I saw him bounding over to me; his voice seeming to make my ears bleed. Flexing my claws, I meowed a quick reply,
"Yes, Nightkit?" my tongue burned when I said his name. It hurt to speak of him, knowing that when he was born my mother died. Nightkit's clear blue eyes stared into mine, and I felt my hazel eyes becoming weak. Beginning to look farther down(he was much smaller than I), I saw his white paws.
But the first time I saw them, they were red with my mother's blood. Unsheathing my claws, I heard him speak again,
"Swiftkit! Wanna play Clan? I'm the leader! Call me Nightstar!" Nightkit's voice was proud, and I could tell he was boasting. But I had a better plan... a more fun 'game'.
"Erm.. Nightkit. Let's play outside of camp today." I meowed, my voice becoming sinister. Ah... his foolishness amazed me as he nodded eagerly. I turned around and began to head out of camp entrance, Nightkit right beside me. This was it, and this had been planned for a very long time. I'd set it up, you see. I explored the area around camp, in search for the scent of any natural predators. Finding a patch of bones that reeked of badger, I'd planned Nightkit's death. I began to speed up the pace which Nightkit matched quickly. Reaching the pile of dilapidated bones, I stopped. Grinning sadistically, I meowed,
"Bye, Nightkit." A screech of terror and a red splash were the last two things I remembered before waking up in the Medicine Cat Den. I was covered in blood, and terrified too. That's when I discovered my other side, my terrified, paranoid side. With two in one, I've discovered that life is fun.
O v e r a l l:
Swiftpath is a thin and long-furred, muscular white tom. With captivating hazel eyes, it's no surprise he has a mate. He has a black hat-like marking on his head, a large spot of black on his back, and a black tail-tip. With strong claws and a tough appearance, no one would suspect that this arrogant, sadistic cat had another terrified, paranoid side to him. With two personalities and a refusal to believe in StarClan, Swiftpath is stuck at a diverged road.
S a m p l e:
Gypsy. ;33
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