Post by Elena on Dec 23, 2008 23:45:48 GMT -5
Name: Swallowclaw
Rank: Queen
Gender: Female
Age: 28 moons
Clan: JayClan
Beliefs: Swallowclaw is an insistent believer in StarClan, and does not believe that they are to blame for the storm. However, she isn’t particularly dedicated to them either, and would ignore them if she had to.
Mentor/Apprentice: None. She’ll be open once she’s out of the nursery, though.
Kin: Ashstripe – Mother, deceased. Was unable to make journey to new territory. Gray tabby and white she-cat.
Stonepelt – Father, deceased from storm. Gray tom.
Silverleg – Sister, deceased from storm. Lithe gray tabby.
Mate: Russetstripe (NPC, might be created later)
Appearance: Swallowclaw is an average-built she-cat, not stocky, lanky, large or small, but her semi-long fur causes her to look fairly fluffy and bigger than she is. Added to the fact that she’s expecting kits soon, and she appears to be quite bulky despite her natural shape. Her pelt is mostly a dark silvery color, with black tabby stripes throughout, while her chest and feet are snowy white. Her tail is fluffy, but dark stripes are visible through it still, and it is proportionate to her body. Her whiskers are long and white, slightly bent no matter what way gravity is pulling, and stemming from a pink nose. Her ears are average size in comparison to the rest of her head, and her face is somewhat broad. Her eyes are a soft yellow-green, large and round. A few thin scars cross her sides, and she limps slightly when she walks, although if she were a warrior, she would be more than capable of performing her duties. She is average at both hunting and fighting, having never shown remarkable talent, but normally finds ease in climbing and is quite strong.
Personality: Swallowclaw is a fairly amiable she-cat. Since the storm, she has found it easier to connect with other cats, due to the grief everyone is feeling. Swallowclaw is an open-minded cat, and is quite tolerant of others’ beliefs, even if she might start a debate now and then. Despite this, she hates actually offending others, although it's difficult for her to control her temper with those that she believes to be shallow or stupid. She is considerate to a fault, often regretting words she has said even to those who were clearly attacking her, and finds it difficult to pass harsh judgement. She is not that emotionally sensitive, with insults bouncing off of her, but takes it upon herself to protect others with a strong sense of what is supposedly right. She has a tendency to believe in others' good sides to the point of being naive, and can have very poor judgement. Swallowclaw is often not that confident inside, and despite being a very caring she-cat, she is extremely worried about motherhood. Although she can be very friendly and assertive towards others, it’s surprising (and somewhat pathetic) how fragile she can be when someone genuinely hurts her.
History: Swallowclaw had the typical happy family, and was protected enough from birth. She and her sister Silverkit had a simple enough kithood, and learned the proper values of being a Clan cat. Their parents, Stonepelt and Ashstripe, still had to deal with their twin daughters plotting together to leave camp or bother the medicine cat, and it was a bit of a relief when the two became apprentices.
Swallowpaw received a fairly kind mentor, which was just as well, as her abilities were never particularly strong, and she was easily distracted during training. She did work hard, though, and became Swallowclaw by the age of 12 moons. Swallowclaw took it as a bit of a shock to become an independent warrior, and felt fairly unconfident, not receiving an apprentice until she was 20 moons of age. By the time that apprentice had become a warrior herself, though, Swallowclaw had more important matters in her mind.
She and a tom named Russetstripe fell in love, and soon she was expecting his kits. However, about a moon later, the storm came, and her father and sister both died while hunting. She, her mother, and Russetstripe were alive, but it was little comfort. When the journey began, Swallowclaw found travel difficult due to her kits, and often it was only her mate’s encouragement that made her go on. Her mother, old and frail, died on the way, and Swallowclaw found the last leg of the travel the most difficult.
Picture: None. :D
Roleplay Example: “Swallowclaw, here,” called a small apprentice, nudging a freshly killed sparrow into the nursery with her paw. From inside the hollow log, a gray tabby she-cat stirred, her belly swollen. Stretching forward, she pulled the bird towards her with a murmured thanks, and the tiny cat who had brought the food disappeared. Immediately, the queen dropped her paw from it, settling back into her original position. It wasn’t physical discomfort that was tiring her so much these days, it was the emotional pain. Certainly, everyone in the Clan had lost someone, and they were still working hard, but in the nursery with nothing to do but lie down and talk with the rest of the other queens, there was little else to think about, especially when the conversations died down to nothing, as they so often did.
Silverleg, Stonepelt, and Ashstripe were all in StarClan, now. Why couldn’t they visit her in her dreams now, instead of letting her have nightmares of the past storm, of pained shrieks, of the coming kits she would have, and how so much could go wrong…? Just for something to do, she leaned forward again, and bit into the sparrow. Vaguely, she registered that it tasted good, but it was the last thing she cared about now. Even Russetstripe’s beliefs had been changed, she felt, and she could only hope that he wasn’t faking belief in StarClan still, just for her sake. A feather found its way into her mouth, and she spat it out, unable to continue eating.
Rank: Queen
Gender: Female
Age: 28 moons
Clan: JayClan
Beliefs: Swallowclaw is an insistent believer in StarClan, and does not believe that they are to blame for the storm. However, she isn’t particularly dedicated to them either, and would ignore them if she had to.
Mentor/Apprentice: None. She’ll be open once she’s out of the nursery, though.
Kin: Ashstripe – Mother, deceased. Was unable to make journey to new territory. Gray tabby and white she-cat.
Stonepelt – Father, deceased from storm. Gray tom.
Silverleg – Sister, deceased from storm. Lithe gray tabby.
Mate: Russetstripe (NPC, might be created later)
Appearance: Swallowclaw is an average-built she-cat, not stocky, lanky, large or small, but her semi-long fur causes her to look fairly fluffy and bigger than she is. Added to the fact that she’s expecting kits soon, and she appears to be quite bulky despite her natural shape. Her pelt is mostly a dark silvery color, with black tabby stripes throughout, while her chest and feet are snowy white. Her tail is fluffy, but dark stripes are visible through it still, and it is proportionate to her body. Her whiskers are long and white, slightly bent no matter what way gravity is pulling, and stemming from a pink nose. Her ears are average size in comparison to the rest of her head, and her face is somewhat broad. Her eyes are a soft yellow-green, large and round. A few thin scars cross her sides, and she limps slightly when she walks, although if she were a warrior, she would be more than capable of performing her duties. She is average at both hunting and fighting, having never shown remarkable talent, but normally finds ease in climbing and is quite strong.
Personality: Swallowclaw is a fairly amiable she-cat. Since the storm, she has found it easier to connect with other cats, due to the grief everyone is feeling. Swallowclaw is an open-minded cat, and is quite tolerant of others’ beliefs, even if she might start a debate now and then. Despite this, she hates actually offending others, although it's difficult for her to control her temper with those that she believes to be shallow or stupid. She is considerate to a fault, often regretting words she has said even to those who were clearly attacking her, and finds it difficult to pass harsh judgement. She is not that emotionally sensitive, with insults bouncing off of her, but takes it upon herself to protect others with a strong sense of what is supposedly right. She has a tendency to believe in others' good sides to the point of being naive, and can have very poor judgement. Swallowclaw is often not that confident inside, and despite being a very caring she-cat, she is extremely worried about motherhood. Although she can be very friendly and assertive towards others, it’s surprising (and somewhat pathetic) how fragile she can be when someone genuinely hurts her.
History: Swallowclaw had the typical happy family, and was protected enough from birth. She and her sister Silverkit had a simple enough kithood, and learned the proper values of being a Clan cat. Their parents, Stonepelt and Ashstripe, still had to deal with their twin daughters plotting together to leave camp or bother the medicine cat, and it was a bit of a relief when the two became apprentices.
Swallowpaw received a fairly kind mentor, which was just as well, as her abilities were never particularly strong, and she was easily distracted during training. She did work hard, though, and became Swallowclaw by the age of 12 moons. Swallowclaw took it as a bit of a shock to become an independent warrior, and felt fairly unconfident, not receiving an apprentice until she was 20 moons of age. By the time that apprentice had become a warrior herself, though, Swallowclaw had more important matters in her mind.
She and a tom named Russetstripe fell in love, and soon she was expecting his kits. However, about a moon later, the storm came, and her father and sister both died while hunting. She, her mother, and Russetstripe were alive, but it was little comfort. When the journey began, Swallowclaw found travel difficult due to her kits, and often it was only her mate’s encouragement that made her go on. Her mother, old and frail, died on the way, and Swallowclaw found the last leg of the travel the most difficult.
Picture: None. :D
Roleplay Example: “Swallowclaw, here,” called a small apprentice, nudging a freshly killed sparrow into the nursery with her paw. From inside the hollow log, a gray tabby she-cat stirred, her belly swollen. Stretching forward, she pulled the bird towards her with a murmured thanks, and the tiny cat who had brought the food disappeared. Immediately, the queen dropped her paw from it, settling back into her original position. It wasn’t physical discomfort that was tiring her so much these days, it was the emotional pain. Certainly, everyone in the Clan had lost someone, and they were still working hard, but in the nursery with nothing to do but lie down and talk with the rest of the other queens, there was little else to think about, especially when the conversations died down to nothing, as they so often did.
Silverleg, Stonepelt, and Ashstripe were all in StarClan, now. Why couldn’t they visit her in her dreams now, instead of letting her have nightmares of the past storm, of pained shrieks, of the coming kits she would have, and how so much could go wrong…? Just for something to do, she leaned forward again, and bit into the sparrow. Vaguely, she registered that it tasted good, but it was the last thing she cared about now. Even Russetstripe’s beliefs had been changed, she felt, and she could only hope that he wasn’t faking belief in StarClan still, just for her sake. A feather found its way into her mouth, and she spat it out, unable to continue eating.
