Post by swiftpaw on Sept 16, 2011 17:36:54 GMT -5
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gender: She-cat
age: 12 moons
clan: ThunderClan
rank: Decoy Apprentice
personality: Swiftpaw is a true ThunderClan apprentice, born and raised under the warrior code, with it always drilled into her head, a clear, distinct line between right and wrong- there was no middle ground. No one said she had to be on that good side anyway. From an early age, just as the Warrior Code was preached to her, so were sinister whispers, whispers of power and murder, sheer and utter strength. The decoys. She was too young at this age to understand the wrong of those ways, and so she was recruited as a Decoy, and taught well by her father, who not only fed her these sinister workings, but also the true honor and purity of a ThunderClan cat, so not that she could choose anything but the dark ways of a Decoy, but so she could hide her new, true naure from the Clan.
Underneath that soft, sweet, innocent exterior also lies the evil of a decoy. The plotting thoughts, the knowledge of what must be done to please their decoy leader, what must be done to gain power, a power she so thirsts for- but there can't be pure evil to a cat raised under both influences. She has a true compassion for other cats, a real ability to love, and a truly lovable personality- hiding a violent temper, but none of that will get in her way of what she had been told since birth she must do. With those two contrasting sides in her life, a funny little trait was born. Swiftpaw has no faith, she believes not in StarClan, not in her own Clan, in no one but herself and the decoys, although she knows how this may effect her life, so it's something she well keeps to herself.
appearance: Swiftpaw earned her name for a very apparent reason. Her body is lithe and her legs are long, her features all narrow and dainty, and all of it screams pure grace and speed. Her nimble body is feminine and skinny, her bone structure almost feather light, hardly what you'd expect from a ThunderClan apprentice- but encircling those bones are, albeit not bulky, but lean muscles stretching over her like a blanket of power.
Her fur is tuxedo in pattern, an inky blank over everything, lush and soft to the touch, until you reach her face and chest, where a splash of white makes a blaze up her nose and down her throat, like a mask and a black coat thrown over a white shirt. She is breathtakingly pretty, with her lean grace and smooth coat with it's sharply contrasting colours, offset by a pair of bright, deep, forest green eyes.
history: Swiftpaw was born to two ThunderClan warriors, and her parents were a match made in hell. Her sweet, lovable mother, Flowerfoot, and her father, Crowfur, whom some of the Clan feared for his domineering ways and sheer aggression- however, both were wonderful parents whom obviously loved each other, and their single kit, Swiftkit. Her mother instantly began to shower her with love, and teach her ways of love and caring, but in secrecy, her father was doing something much more sinister. In their moments alone, Crowfur would teach Swiftkit of the decoys, their power, and fill her naive minds with images of power and evil- and soon, despite her mother's influence, Crowfur was soon Swiftkit's main teacher, and her major influence. By the time she was six moons old, Swiftkit was a fully recruited decoy. Not long after her apprenticeship begun, Flowerfoot was killed, and Swiftpaw's bereaved father was all she had left in the world. Despite his strong influence when she was a kit, that nearly had wiped out her mother's teachings of love and purity, the loss of the sweet she-cat was one of the strongest changes in Swiftpaw. Although she was still a loyal decoy, and one with a background of evil passed from her father, she let some of her mother's light into her. She begun to learn to love her Clanmates, only to an extent however, and knew, should the need arise, she could kill every single one of them, which was aided by her growing lack of faith, that soon turned into a full blown denial of StarClan. This also bred a violent temper that Crowfur quickly reined in, warning his kit that she must stay discreet. She must be the best apprentice she could possibly be, obedient, loyal, kind- but always know deep inside what she really is, and that one day, this Clan will die, and the Decoys would reign.
sample rp: Bright yellow eyes peered from the Warrior's den, intently watching everything. Blinking slowly, they scanned the RiverClan camp. It was an early Newleaf morning, and a thin layer of mist drifted from the dew-damp ground, like oh-so-many ghosts of the past back on earth. In the den, the massive grey and white tom rose to his feet, and squeezed out of the entrance, his thick fur holding in a feather that had been in his nest. He moved to the edge of the camp, settling down and picking it away, watching it flutter to the ground. Stormstrike was a large senior warrior, although he was the youngest in that prestigious group. Massive was only one way to describe him, for the big tom dwarfed all of the other RiverClan cats- as well as cats in the other clan's. Many believe that the large cat had to be ThunderClan at least, and unable to swim- but his blood was pure, and RiverClan was his home.
He tilted his grey head skyward, peering at the peculiar colour. At first glance, it was pale, early blue, but upon his closer inspection, he noted high, pale grey clouds, and by the scent of rain and humidity in the air, he figured that all too soon, dark clouds would begin a trek across the sky, and pour rain. A shudder pricked his spine. This year, there had only been mild flooding, despite the long leafbare, but he feared that the approaching storm would, at least, flood the already swollen river past it's banks. He twisted his head toward Wishingstar's den. It was possible he should alert the young she-cat of the risk, but he knew she was still asleep, at least for now, and there wasn't an immediate risk as of right now.
Nearby, he nodded in greeting to Silentheart as she pushed her way from them den and acknowledged him, before making her way out of the camp, off on her normal morning hunt. She was one of the older cats in the Clan, but also one of the fiercest fighter's with a young heart. Finally, he pulled himself to his large white paws and shook himself off, hearing a forboding roll of thunder in the distance. He instantly began thinking of things that needed to be done beforehand. Fish normally hid away from the surface during the rain, as did land-prey, so hunting needed to be over with- thankfully, Silentheart had started that. In hopes that the River wouldn't severely flood, at that, most cat's just needed to be on alert for any cats falling into the already rushing water, which seemed to frequently happen. He chuckled to himself slightly. For cats that loved the water so much, they constantly needed saving from it!
characters: Hawkstrike and Silentheart
c-box name: Silent
... Terrible bio ;-;
