Post by occi on Jan 10, 2009 0:13:05 GMT -8
[/u] Swankit/ Swanpaw/ Swanfeather
Name:
Age:[/u] 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank:[/u] Apprentice
Clan:[/u] HorizonClan
A Quick Description:[/u]
Muscular, large, black/grey/white she-cat with grey-blue eyes.
Appearance:[/u]
A perfect copy of her relatives, though varying in minor details. Pelt ranging from a pure white to grey, and then to black she hold both of her parent's genes. Her face is wholly white, besides a black crest on the very top of her round head. Her chest is also white, untarnished in color. But her paws are a deep sooty grey, and black socks run up her legs. And on her flank runs small grey splotches, leading up to a black dipped tail. So her underbelly, chest, back, and face are just purely white. Unlike how her brother takes her father's genes, and her sister takes neither, Swanpaw is a perfect combination of both. Though her eyes, her best feature, are not very common. Grey-blue storms flood her eyes, twirling, fighting, whirling. Like stormy little hurricanes.
She can pull off being large in build. Though she is big-boned like most of her family, she appears lithe and graceful just by the way she walks. A long, effortless stroll that is perfectly proportioned, making her look less bulky. And though she owns the element of being muscular, she has a hard, lean look to her. Not bulky, just lean. Like an alley cat. And her face is that of a professional actress's, full of emotion. But the most common emotion to find on it is a flirty, sly grin. Her elegant look can be pulled off, by sheer luck. It could have looked horrid, but no, it looks lovely, fresh. 'Muscular is pretty too! What's with all this about she-cats needing to be lithe? Uh uh hun, I can pull this off WAY better then you can, face it.'
Personality:[/u]
Ohh..... A little kitten? Kitten... Purr... Meow, the queen is in the house! Bow down to the queen gals! Head high, eyes slitted, and mouth gossiping. She every clan's queen bee. She expects to be called her majesty, thank you much. She holds that sort of arrogance that you must be born with. That smirk that makes others feel inferior, that air that makes cats follow you. She could care less about anyone. As long as she was fine and safe. Help someone? Psh, PLEASE! Like SWANPAW would do something helpful. That's Songpaw's job. Swanpaw has no temper, so that all insults directed at her just flow in and out like air. A helpful trait when being dissed.
Oh, yes. The tom crazy gal. Always asking, 'do I look ok?' Her mind is on the guys. But as soon as she gets them, Swanpaw will throw them out like yesterday's fresh-kill and hunt a new piece of meat. She's not satisfied, ever! No, she crazes for more, for better. When she sets her mind to something, watch your back. She enjoys others pain. Dissing them, giggling and swaggering away in that long legged gait to go find another victim. She is cruelest to those who she finds challenge her, and will go out of her way to ruin their lives. For that is HER art. No other she-cat knows the way of the queen but her.
Likes:[/u]
+Duckpaw
+Storms
+Snow
+Her father
+Toms
+Competition
Dislikes:[/u]
+Songpaw
+Peaceful weather
+Dry weather
+Her mother
+She-cats
+Winning to easily
Kin[/u] Songpaw and Duckpaw
Mate:[/u] Are you kidding?
Parenting:[/u] Thunderboom & Swiftriver
Dreams:[/u] To become leader one day
History:[/u]
Swanpaw was favored by her father and her grandparents, but not her mother. She had noticed her mother's special favoritism though Duckpaw didn't. Do you know how much it crushed her. She'd do the same thing as Songpaw, sometimes even better. Yet her mother would just half nod and turn away to talk to the tiny white runt. Not having her mother's complete love drove her into this stressful life. It drove her to become better then any other, EVER! Something inside her broke, the part where warmth and light once inhabited, instead ice and darkness could be found there.
A deep hate rose inside her. But she was oh so cunning. Hiding it so far inside of herself that even she could not find it again. And so, this is what she became. All over love, which now in her mind is nonexistent. And then, tragedy struck. Ripped her apart. Mother and brother killed by a brother, sister drowned, and father ran over by a monster. Yet does she act any different? No way.
Code:[/u] Starlit Sorrows
Sample:[/u]
Swanpaw
Paws hit the sort ground rhythmically as sticky snow worked it's way in between sharp claws. Stormy eyes alert, white, grey, and black fur poofed out. Her alert eyes were cold, hard, and very very deeply sad. But the sadness could not possibly be spotted by anyone else, it was to well hidden. Her mother, oh, the hate rose out of Swanpaw like steam. She hadn't DONE anything for that BRAT Songpaw. Oh, and Songpaw got to be mentored by Thistlestar himself. Her eyes rolled to the side, anger frothing up. After Swiftriver had told Songpaw to go hunt, she had ignored Swanpaw. So, seeing not much else to do, she loped into the woods, elegant swagger carrying her to her sister. ON COMPLETE ACCIDENT!
Bile rose in her mouth, eyes turning plain cold. She spotted Emberpaw, oh... Fresh prey for her! And Songpaw. A sly glance towards Songpaw was all it took. Emotions evaporated out of her. Just hardness stood there now. "Hello Songpaw... Nice hunting trip? Oh, I would have thought you'd catch more then that amount of time. Oh, maybe I overestimated you. Hello Emberpaw, and Songpaw, I'm sure you'd love to flatter yourself and say that i followed you, but to my utter disappointment, you seem to be exactly where I was planning to hunt."
Tossing her head haughtily, she turned at precisely the right moment, claw swiping up a plump mouse. Giving it a swift bite to the neck, she set it down in front of her, a coy grin upon her face, eyes expressionless.[/blockquote][/size][/sub][/blockquote]
