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ENIGMA! A dark pelted tom, black with highlights of brown, and pale green-blue eyes. His fur is thin and sticks to his frame. He’s well built but not to the point he lacks grace and poise. Nothing special on the outside but on the inside, the tom is something of interest. He lives up to his name among the clans, coming and going as he pleases and often getting in trouble for that habit. He’s spent time in many clans, but the one that he had called home was Absum Lux when they still existed. He's an old blooded cat, drawing his roots directly from the last of the Crowclan elite. He’s the illegitimate son of the leader Everlastingstar and Shadow See'r Brio, he can't say that fact was very well known, kept away from camp and visited in secret by his father. His sister Genesis being the only other cat from the litter is more like her mother and aunt, while he is like their father. Enigma once had aspirations of greatness, or treason whichever you want to call it. But with his kits mostly gone, save Mysterium and Gossamer, he began to loose interest in things like power and legacy. He's a changed cat, unable to shake off all the trauma he's suffered in his life. It’s not uncommon to find him alone with ghosts of memories dancing behind his seafoam gaze only coming back to the present when prompted. He found Swiftclan simply because he had no where else to go, like many he was just looking for a new home. Roleplayed by Cyanide
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Feb 7, 2020 17:51:18 GMT -5
HEATHERSONG Like most cats in their ragtag family, Heathersong is small of stature and timid at first blush. The she-cat's form is diminutive, hardly any larger than the average clan apprentice, and so when faced with the choice of joining a clan that wouldn't focus on preparing for the next war but rather just surviving and coexisting with one another in harmony with nature, she leaped at the chance. Her old clan, FallClan, still holds fond memories for her, and whenever SwiftClan passes by their borders, she strains to catch a glimpse of an old clanmate, but does not let this nostalgia hold her back. No, after joining the nomads of SwiftClan, she fell easily into sync with their eccentric way of life, enjoying the surprise and pleasure of finding an especially neat or safe place to make their camp for the season. It always makes her smile to see more and more nests appear in their camp as the season wears on, glad to know that others find solace in their clan as she does. Her easygoing nature extends to her love life as well, as she much prefers to enjoy the pleasure of life rather than commit her heart and loyalty to one cat for her whole life. Even outside of romantic instances, she is a very physically affectionate cat, frequently rubbing her tail over another as she passes or licking a kit or apprentice's head. This is as much to reassure herself as it is to reassure others that they are there, together, safe. Her dark sapphire eyes often sparkle with mirth and her cream coat is dappled with browns, oranges, and reds as if the world itself couldn't decide what color to paint her and so instead simply put a bit of everything. She is slow to anger and quick to forgive, but has a very serious side when it comes to protecting her family and her way of life.
Roleplayed by Nom_de_Plume Warrior I don't have a joining thread yet but I will make one and update this post with it as soon as I can!
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Feb 7, 2020 21:57:29 GMT -5
hiii, so I'm just updating Fuzzy's bio <3
FUZZYPEACH! A forever plump ex-kittypet with glossy light ginger fur and amber eyes. Fuzzypeach was born a small, scrawny creature but his former twolegs were good about feeding him and before long he was huge, he learned later that ginger furred cats are more liable to being overweight. The rotund tom had quite a reputation in twolegplace for being a food thief, eventually he felt he was unwelcome in the neighborhood and struck out for adventure. He wanted something more than hastily drinking the milk his neighbor's twolegs left for her. It wasn't hard for him to walk away becaue there was no loyalty born in Fuzzypeach; he walked away from his family and twolegs without a second thought. The tom hit the forest and hasn't looked back since. Unluckily for him he lost no weight in his time roaming, finding it way too easy to share meals with friendly loners. In fact, he didn't even learn to hunt until finding SwiftClan. When he found SwiftClan it was like being hit in his chubby face with a sign saying "THIS IS WHERE YOU WERE MEANT TO BE". Ugh, how sentimental. The newly formed clan was full of cats of various origins, they welcomed him and his ample size, and now he knows how to hunt and be a part of them. It's been hard work, most thought he was a fat idiot with a fondness for fish, but he's managed to cement himself as a respected, dare he say incredibly adored?, part of SwiftClan. It, in turn, has inspired loyalty in him at last. He is SwiftClan now, as though a rude cat had superglued his paws to the camp, Fuzzypeach will never leave. That's not to say it's been all sunshine and daisies, it's not like SwiftClan cats sit around a twoleg fire and share spooky stories and eat s'mores made out of a fish stuffed between two mice. No, Fuzzypeach has had to learn a lot and learn it very fast. The ginger tom also unknowingly annoys everyone with his affinity for calling cats by stupid nicknames. And the cursing! He's said "golly" and "darn" at least seven times by now, something his kittypet self never would have dreamed of. It's amazing to be such a tough warrior. Despite his, ahem, many challenges both social and physical, the tom has indeed earned respect within his newly found, most beloved clan. Oh, bonus: he also knows what every type of prey tastes like, but hey, a cats gotta eat. Roleplayed by neverforgotten Warrior
CRYPTICEMBER! (cimber) A pretty boy. That's what most would see him as at first glance, and probably second as well unless the cat in question wasn't very astute. This tom's wide shoulders and well built frame are pretty to look at to say the least, add on that his ginger and white pelt and dark amber eyes he's pretty much anything a cat could ask for. But with beauty comes trouble. It comes when you delve a little deeper. He knows he's pretty and this makes him vain, to say the least, and a chronic flirt at his very worst. He doesn't really understand boundaries and personal space but that’s not so uncommon as it used to be. Everyone knows everyone’s business these days. What really makes him dangerous is his lack of control when it comes to his impulses, which is lightly exhibited in his flirting and more so in his rash decision making. This hasn’t deterred him however, having spent time as an Absum Lux general before ‘retiring’ to the city. However, the plan to live out the rest of his life there was squandered by the sudden presence of the league. Cimber made a run for the hills.. well for the forest at least. He linked up with a small band of cats that were just starting out as a new clan, Swiftclan they’d called themselves. He hadn’t had a place to go so he’d hung around. He hadn’t expected himself to become.. happy? Enjoying his new life with his new family but moons later he still found himself with the group. Finally finding a place he was proud to call home. Roleplayed by Cyanide
Just updating his bio.. that 2017 one did not look good on him.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Feb 9, 2020 20:17:01 GMT -5
DANCINGFLAME! rwn Often referred to as the Red she-cat, Dancingflame worships the Sun God, the Lord of Light. and had been a close counselor to Chimerastar, believing him to be the Prince That Was Promised. Dancingflame is a she-cat of almost terrible beauty. With a mane of dark red hair and golden eyes. She is tall, slender, with a curvy figure and a heart-shaped face. Those who are not entranced by how beautiful she is are very frightened of her. Not only does she have the ear of the leader of SwiftClan, but the power to deal out cruel punishments in his name. Dancingflame appears to be able see visions in the flames, and gives the impression of somebody who knows the will of the Sun God. Even though she admits that nobody can truly know his will in full as she can only see what the Lord of Light allows her to see. She is completely confident in the her god's power, to a fearsome extent.Dancingflame is effective in anticipating moves made directly against her, but there are certain limits to what she can see when the flames speak to her.
He's a wiry tom with rough facial features and is one foot and two inches tall. The sharp planes of his face cast shadows over his eyes creating an X shape across the bridge of his nose. He has Russian blue glossy fur with twigs, leaves, grass, and tiny flowers tangled about in his tail and legs. His eyes are like light hitting the surface of water. His electric blue eyes are dark in the center, and bright rimmed near the whites of the eye. His littermates are Florianmischief, Caspianpaw, and Yuccablossom. His mother is Gravelstar and his father is Leucisticcrow. He is half Water Clan, half Primal Instincts.
Roleplayed by FAITH
Warrior
Go forth Zephyrglade, become an interesting character! xD
WHITEPERCH At one time, this small tom carried the scent of WaterClan. Now the wind and the willows blend with his soft, cotton-like smell. What once was a bubbly, excited creature is now reserved and anxious, new scars crossing his skin. But his hardships and journey was worth it, finding his lost brother in the process. Now after moons of travel, he followed the scent that was once home to him, only to find the Clan that he loved no more, but that the tom he had grown to love was leading a new Clan. Whiteperch had made a choice many moons ago; to follow the trail of his brother or to stay with Chimeraheart. Every step he took away from the ginger one-eyed tom was an icicle to his heart. Now that he and his brother, Blightbone, have been reunited, Whiteperch lead them back to what was once WaterClan, and was now made up of so many wanderers; SwiftClan. Whiteperch is a small in stature tom. White fur broken up in muddy patches crown his head, splattering across his sides and running along his haunches. His eyes are large and round, golden brown with murky green around the pupil, much like the scales of the river fish he had been named after. Though not as outgoing as he once was, Whiteperch still has a fiery attitude and fights for what he wants, more with claw than he used to. There was only one thing that drove him to find SwiftClan, and he hopes that it was worth the journey.
BLIGHTBONE Having once been an apprentice in WaterClan by the name of Bonepaw, the young tom had been far too adventurous. Sent on a hunting assesment by his mentor, the young tom strayed too far from his Clan, only to find himself in the territory of the Regime. Having heard something he was not supposed to, the cats held him down and pulled out his tongue, severing most of it off and leaving him with a stump. Terrified and confused, Bonepaw ran away, leaving behind a worried family and Clan. Moons had past, and the young tom grew in size and strength, only lacking verbal communication. Having to learn to swallow differently had been a challenge, and only being able to speak a word or two at most at a time was even more difficult. Bathing was never an issue though, water ran through his veins thanks to his Clan. During his travels, he found himself back close to home. Scared and unsure of what he would come home to, Blightbone had lingered at the border only to flee. It was days later that his brother found him, joyously reuniting. It took over a moon of convincing him to come back, but by the time they got back to WaterClan it was too late. The look of anguish on his brothers face made the newly named Blightbone determined to find their Clan. Once they found the new Clan, SwiftClan, Blightbone took into it with ease, happy with the nomadic lifestyle that he was used to. Compared to his smaller brother, Blightbone is a long-legged, short furred tom. His coat is a pale cream. close to the color of sun-bleach bones. Hints of ginger color his muzzle and ears, ringing his tail and hind paws. His eyes are a hard slate, though a lighter blue colors their depths. He will always be grateful to his brother for bringing him back to the Clans and hopes he has a future in them.
MISTRALKIT! strike What does a cat that ate the canary exactly look like? Perhaps, something akin to Mistralstrike. The corner of her mouth is perpetually turned up in a half-smile, her eyes always have a glint of mischief, her tail flicking just too much. Mistralstrike is, much like her name, a storm that blows in and brings with it much chaos, but also much beauty. Named for the cold leaf-bare storms like the one she had been found in, the she-cat is not frigid like one much assume but instead coy and reserved, always observing but rarely interacting. This attitude lends itself to her perception as an arrogant or rude she-cat, but that is not the case. She simply prefers to watch and wait for the perfect opportunity to pounce. Her siblings were found alongside her in SwiftClan's leaf-bare territory by Heathersong, a she-cat she adopted as her mother. Her siblings, Flurryshake, Tempestsky, Galestep, and Vortexsong are all her dearest friends no matter what kind of scuffles or arguments they get into. She knows, that if push comes to shove, they will have each other's back. She has never known anything but SwiftClan, one of the few cats that can boast such a claim, but because of this she has a creeping sense of curiosity about what the rest of the world might be like. She hears that other clans do things entirely differently like learn how to fight or dig - dig! What kind of cat needs to dig? Her curiosity is one of the few things that can force her to shed her mien of dispassionate observation, though it often leads to her leaping head-first into trouble, heedless of the consequences.
Roleplayed by luciferin Kitten ▬▬▬ She is part of a litter with Flurryshake, Tempestsky, Galestep, and Vortexsong who were found by Heathersong (their adopted mother) Joining Thread: here!
BUBBLEPAW brook A most unusual looking thing with enough spirit and perhaps spite to take down anything that comes in her way. Bubblebrook was born in a two-leg nest along with her brother Flutterfoot. She was tossed out into the woods though as the two-leg who bred her deemed her unacceptable due to an eye infection that made her appear blind. Of course, she got over that and did keep her vision. She quickly learned to fend for herself, to survive. It was not easy but she managed, it was a small blessing that she had at least been weaned before being discarded. Bubblebrook looked after her brother, he struggled sometimes with things and that concerned her. Luck intervened when the duo ran into SwiftClan who at the time was just starting to form and still residing in the old WaterClan territory. They were taken in and trained properly, for once they were properly cared for. Bubblebrook is a rather large molly with long legs and broad shoulders. Her fur is a pale silver, nearly white with broken steel tabby stripes that darken along her limbs. Her tail is only a third of the length of a normal tail, a natural trait she was born with. In addition to that, she has an extra toe on each front paw and rounded ears that curl backward. Her eyes are a blue-tinted seafoam. Her muzzle is white that pools down her throat.
Rank: apprentice Extra Details: Could she be assigned a mentor?
FLUTTERPAW foot A soft-looking tom with a gentle nature who can win over anyone he meets. He was born to be a two-leg pet, but he was deemed unsuitable due to a tremor that he could not control. It always exists as a small shaking of his front left leg though it can turn into full-body tremors. Rarely he can even have full-blown seizures. So he was dumped in the forest along with his sister who had a simple infection. Together the two struggled to adapt at first, though eventually, Bubblebrook found the skills. Flutterfoot tried his best but he was a dreadful hunter, his tremors often scaring anything away. So it was a struggle at times though fate intervened and rescued him. The duo had been living in the destroyed WaterClan territory in which a new clan was forming. SwiftClan took them in as they formed before they became nomadic. Flutterfoot is on the short side though he is broadly built. His fur is a creamy grey tinged with blue. Broken bluish stripes coat his frame fading off on his legs. The blue color also forms what almost looked like a mask around his sea mist eyes. His ears, however, are rounded and curled back, matched only by his five-toed paws. His tail is perhaps a quarter of the normal length, dipped in the white that also colors his chin and chest.
Rank: apprentice Extra Details: He does not need to be assigned a mentor imminently, I'm debating between having him become an elder or a scout. Currently deciding what I want to do with him. Joining Thread: Link for both of them.
TURKEYKIT stone Truly a sight to behold, the broad and leanly built kit with the uniquely patterned pelt was born to Jewelbird, previously called Jewel, and an unknown tom. Turkeykit doesn't recall knowing much about his father and the only fatherly figure he's ever had in his life is his grandfather, Flyfisher. With his stunning silvery-charcoal tabby pelt, he and his sister Puffinkit don't resemble one another in the slightest and often get questioned if they truly are related. He is a rather laid-back character who doesn't seem to have much urgency to do anything. He goes at his own pace and is extremely displeased when he is rushed to move at any other speed. Turkeykit has a curious nature, though he doesn't like to show that he is interested in anything, he likes to appear impartial so that others don't expect too much of him. That being said, the youth has always had his eyes on the apprentices growing up and secretly anticipates the day when it's his time to be given a mentor and proceed with his training. He can be quite the sourpuss when his plans are foiled or someone stands in the way of what he wants, but is ninety-nine percent all talk and won't act on his trash talk. As often as he can be a real grouch, Turkeykit is as honest as they come...sometimes so blunt that others get a little appalled at how such a young cat can be so blatantly honest.
Rank: kit Extra Details: He is part of Jewelbird's litter with Puffinkit, grandson to Flyfisher Joining Thread: might make a thread for the family soon c:
PSYCHOKIT tick Originally born as a kittypet named Jasper, this cat was a bit too crazy for his humans. Thrown out into the wilderness, he had nowhere to go until he was rescued by Swiftclan. Psychotick has... issues. He dreams every single night, very vividly. He dreams of human things that the rest of the clan can't seem to comprehend. He is constantly twitching, never sitting still. He is convinced that he can predict the future, although none of his predictions make sense to the rest of the clan. He often hallucinates shadow figures and is always fearing for his life, convinced that "demons" and "computers" are after him. Psychotick is a small tom cat with black and white speckles and lime green eyes. Roleplayed by violet
