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Post by complacentdevil on Jan 1, 2022 23:30:09 GMT -5
SWIFTCLAN JOINING 2022
SwiftClan cats never lose sight of the meaning of life. They don't waste their time with petty squabbles over imaginary borders: any cat can join their ranks, hunt among them, and sleep at their side, and they can do so as long as they wish without formally joining. SwiftClan cats believe in freedom and adventure and the wind in their fur: they're a traveling clan, and they lay no claim to the land they walk upon. Unlike many other clans, SwiftClan freely welcomes rogues and exiles. They have only two goals in mind - adventure and training - and rehabilitating a criminal is as easy as raising an errant apprentice. They are a nomadic clan; there is too much of the world to see in one lifetime, but they might as well try.
JOINING FORMAT ;
Note: Once I like your post on the thread, feel free to rp! I'll respond once your cat is on the page.
CAT NAME! SUFFIX Biography Roleplayed by
Rank (currently accepting kits, apprentices, warriors; apprentices preferred) Photo (if you don't pick one, one might be assigned to ya) Mate: Kits:
JETSTORM! This tan and black she cat with bright blue eyes has traveled quite far in her life. From a kittypet brought to SunClan by her mother, to nearly killed in SunClan by a traitor and taken to the league. To finally becoming SpringClan leader for a year. Jetstorm has seen some things and done some things, and in the aftermath of destroying a beaver dam and relinquishing leadership of Spring to a new candidate. Jetstorm has opted to turn to SwiftClan to recover and figure out where to go from here. She has gone from viewing herself as Spring's sharp claws. The claws to be used to fend and protect the soft clan, to... more lost than ever before. She had a happy life in SpringClan, but doesn't wish to be leader anymore and fears returning will simply put her back up in that spot. Not that she'll tell anyone that. Instead she has become more of a wandering storm to go along with the nomadic SwiftClan. Thus in honor of her tenure as Jetstar and that she is no longer simply Jetclaw, the claws to be used to defend others. She is Jetstorm, and hoping to find her path and herself again, as she resides in SwiftClan. Rolelayed by Jetclaw
FIRETOOTH! A ginger tom with a white jaw and paws, and yellow-green eyes. Put bluntly, he has an antagonistic relationship with authority - and often he is that authority. Shoulders broad and square with hard and focused eyes, he has the chiseled look of a cat in charge, but the defiant spark of a rebel against his own importance. As a kit he dreamt to be of his father's mold - a fierce and dedicated worker for his clan, that would sacrifice it all for the safety of any individual faced with injustice – but destiny had other plans in mind, forcing him on the path of a Medicine Cat at only four moons old. He had to watch as his mother mourned for a son forced to grow up far too quickly. His siblings, who didn't understand what made their brother more special than them, grew to resent and hate him. And he began to resent and hate those around him in turn, as while his clan pitied him from afar, they did nothing to help him. When both his birth clan and his father were washed away to nothing, he lashed out against Starclan and fled into the wilderness, where he happened to come across another a cat who was facing similar demons, and joined a clan made up of outcasts just like him. And so Firetooth became the first Medicine Cat of Swiftclan. He has accomplished many things since then; from rebuilding his broken family, to acts of impressive healing, and most importantly earning a reputation as a fierce defender of Queens and their kits. He is a warmonger when it comes to any transgressions against them, and would not hesitate to invoke a battle between the clans if anyone dare mess with the members of his or any clan that cannot defend themselves. With a sharp, fiery tongue and a sarcastic, gruff attitude, many would be surprised to learn that he's actually mellowed out since his youth; no longer the short-tempered and bitter young tom he used to be. That isn't to say he's particularly friendly either; he isn't the type of cat that can be confided in - he won't share what he's told, but he'll flat-out admit it's a dumb concern to have or a harebrained secret to keep. He strongly believes in loyalty to both clan and family, and his faith has yet to be called into question. Though he'd never admit it, it's obvious that he cares deeply for the youngest members of the clan, spending a good portion of his free time entertaining those in the Nursery, even after his retirement. A forger of his own destiny, Firetooth thrives when he is standing up for a cause he believes in. He is everywhere he is needed, fierce and unchanged, determined to set things right. When his blood is on fire, he is alive. Roleplayed by GidgetGal
Elder (please remove his bio from the warriors section. Y'all keep forgetting that he physically can't hunt or fight lol)
PINEPAW! SPELL The world is what you make it. This tom lives by that quote every day, always striving to be the best at whatever he does. Pinespell has a thick coat of dark tabby fur, highlighted with subtle tints of brown. Round jade eyes interrupt the wispy fur above his nose, a staggering feature. Paired with his ruminative appearance is his earnest attitude. He rarely jokes and tends to take things literally. Pinespell has a multitude of scars which he earned by pushing himself beyond his limits. This along with his incredibly large frame creates an intimidating foe for any, and he backs this image up with tooth and claw. Roleplayed by faeish
WITHEREDKIT! NIGHT For a tom that was born among a large bundle of kits and into a large family he has always felt rather isolated. Even with his twin by his side Witherednight never quite felt tethered to the earth. Something seemingly carved out of him and missing, something that others seemed not to struggle with as far as he can tell. It leaves him balancing on a precarious edge of not giving enough of himself or giving too much. Getting into dangerous situations with a reckless abandon of his own self-worth. The jet black tom finds the most solace during the dark quite nights where he can watch the stars and wonder what he's truly doing with himself. Pondering the world around him helping ground him more than any other method he's discovered thus far. His eerie appearance doesn't help him mesh with others either his mismatched eyes, one blue and one amber marking him different from others. He's never been sure if this bothers him or not though, his emotions running shallow and his care for others falling rather lacking. He cares mainly for the world around him, for his twin sister, outside of that he find himself breezing by others dramas with nary a second glance. Rolelayed by childe
UMBRAKIT! FIRE A feather soft calico pelt consisting mostly of bright ginger and black, touched by white, starting under her chin and trailing to her forepaws. Calculating mint green eyes contrast well with the surrounding orange fur on her face. Umbrafire is a she-cat full of complexities and contradictions. Her indecisive nature makes it difficult to pin down just who this cat is. Being around her can be a bit turbulent at times, yet another side effect of her unhinged personality. Regardless of these indiscretions, Umbrafire is a true friend, ready to help those in need, and willing to fight whenever necessary. Hers is a fierceness rather avoided. Roleplayed by faeish
p.s. about pinepaw, will he be assigned a mentor at next ceremonies ? c:
LILACBURN! A small but feisty looking siamese she-cat with icy blue eyes. She has a thick, plumy tail that tends to lash about all the time. Despite her outward beauty, Lilacburn has an incredible sense of self-consciousness. Due to this she can oftentimes be mean-spirited towards others, more of an insecure defense mechanism than anything else. Though this insecurity weighs her down at times, Lilacburn is a free spirit. Her small figure is usually tense with energy which always has her on the move. Some may say she is a little chaotic; a dark sense of humor mixed with boundless energy and a tendency to cross lines. She also has a bit of an anarchist streak in her. Deep down, she has a good heart, one that’s waiting to be nurtured by kindred spirits. Roleplayed by faeish
SLIPRABBIT! A fluffy silver tabby she-cat with light green eyes and a feather-like tail, Sliprabbit is the niece of Swiftclan's founder, though you probably couldn't tell by her carefree attitude and almost kit-like playfulness. Her mother Swangrace died in kitting with her father nowhere to be found, leaving her and her siblings to be raised collectively by their many aunts and uncles. Constantly surrounded by love and attention, Sliprabbit grew to become an eager and sometimes overly energetic warrior, making it incredibly easy for her to get carried away at times. She hardly ever sits still, though the jury's still out on whether she simply likes being active, or if it's a way to avoid her own secret anxieties and insecurities about never having a real mother. Regardless, it's clear to see that beyond her near-boundless energy is a genuinely kind heart that loves to help out her friends and family. Roleplayed by GidgetGal Queen
ASPENFLICKER ! The gods argued over who should lay siege to the soul. The forces of good knew the soul’s potential; when nurtured, it would be the brightest star in the sky. The forces of evil were equally aware of the soul’s potential; just as it could do a great good in the world, it would was equally capable of doing harm. The forces of good saw in it a dazzling angel; the forces of bad saw in it a merciless monster. They warred for a long time over which allegiance the soul ought to own. Eventually, both sides realized that they were running out of time. If the soul stayed with them much longer, it wouldn’t survive; a soul without a body withers, just as a body without a soul. So, in the midnight hour, the gods came up with a compromise. They would let fate decide. Seven years a saint, seven years a sinner, so the gods must have ordained the day they sent her soul into a vessel. For seven years, she would be good. She would play by the rules, she would do what was right. She would be good, be pure, be whatever the humanity in her heart told her she must. And after seven years, there was truly nothing more frightening than a saint who had her first taste of sin. She would repay whatever good she had done in the world with a blaze of darkness. The day she died, the gods would decide which side had been stronger, the good or the bad, and she would spend eternity to whichever side her allegiance was truest to. Both sides were so sure the soul would one day belong to them that they agreed to the compromise. So it was ordained: the soul was sent to earth and the wager was made. If both sides had played fairly, perhaps it would have been an even battle of good and evil. However, seven years is a long time to wait for your precious prize to unleash her potential, and the forces of evil are a fickle sort. When they grew too tired of her goodness, they interfered. They sent a dog to her. If the gods of good were to ask, there was certainly plausible deniability. How could we have done that? they would ask, and the gods of good would have no evidence but their own suspicion. And, even if they could prove that the forces of evil had tangibly got involved, they would point out that there was no rule against sending a little tribulation in her way. How were we supposed to know this would be how she would respond? Once tampered with, the game would never be the same. The saint’s first sin had occurred; how could they expect her to remain pure when the darkness felt so good? At her first taste of blood, the soul became ravenous. The forces of evil had not been wrong; she made an excellent doer of harm. Under her claws was a reign of terror: murder, conquering, destruction of anything left in her path. She became a god, dazzled by the stunning darkness that radiated through her chest. However, the forces of good were not so keen to give up her soul. Although it had done great harm, it still could do good. As such, in her darkest hour, they intervened. Murdered by the Primal Instinct Warden, her head slammed into the earth. Breath was not the only thing taken from her lungs with Bermondsey's claws; her recent memory was also ripped from her soul. The forces of good considered this their recompense, a reset to the original rules of the game. They restored her chance with the hope that her fractured spirit still retained the goodness that was first given to her. It is unclear where the soul's fate lies now. With no recollection of her time as Aspenstar, Aspenflicker was rebirthed in her own blood. Once again, she is given a fresh start: seven years a saint, seven years a sinner. Will this time be different? Will she rise like a pheonix from the ashes, the saint she had once been meant to be? Or will darkness once again take root in her chest, reminding her of the god she could once again be? Only time will tell. Roleplayed by ian
FEVERPAW! FORM It seems most cats that find themselves in SwiftClan come with some tragedy clinging to them like a shadow they can't shake. It's almost inevitable, in a clan comprised of wanderers, refugees, and outlaws. It's truly a miracle that out of this chaos comes a family with bonds forged from their shared trauma. Each member of the clan carries their own baggage, some heavier than others, but no one gets left behind or abandoned. Feverform is not an outlier in this regard. Though she has maybe a pawful of memories of her time outside of SwiftClan, she cannot boast pure SwiftClan blood. As a kit she was found by the nomadic clan as they moved camps for the season and was taken in and cared for. No one single cat took over her rearing, though she didn't feel as though that was detrimental at all. Instead of forming an intense bond with one or two cats, she has a wonderful relationship with most of the cats in the clan, looking up to those older than her as the family she can't remember having, and the younger cats as the siblings she always wanted. This community-led rearing resulted in a social creature with immense reserves of empathy and a deep-abiding loyalty to her family. Her pelt is an ashen gray with tabby markings only faintly visible beneath the smoky color. Her eyes are a vibrant chartreuse that can vacillate between green and yellow depending on her mood. While she's generally outgoing and vivacious, she can take a solemn tack when the situation calls for it. Rank (apprentice) Mate single Sexuality straight
putting this here for my own personal reference haha
Post by unknownhearts on Apr 6, 2022 19:06:56 GMT -5
FROGEATER! A black tom with yellow eyes. Slow on the uptake, loves to swim, go with the flow kinda cat. Someone dared him to eat a frog and then everyone saw so it became what everyone knows him for. This annoys him. Rolelayed by unknownhearts