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BATSEEKER A proud ink black,fierce looking tom with pale orange eyes that shine like starlight in the dark. He was born into a big family with seven other brothers and sisters. Having a big family should be fun right? Well if you ask Batseeker he would tell you otherwise. Compared to his siblings he is nothing special. He was shoved side and grew up in their shadows. The only recognition he gets is that he is Phoenixstar's son. As he grew older he became reclusive and was known as the hermit of the litter. He got his name from his face that looks like a flying fox bat. He is the silent type and doesn't talk much. He normally communicates with his tail, ears or uses body language. As a young kit some cats thought he was mute but it soon came apparent that he just didn't like to talk. Most cat slowly forgot he was even there causing him to over hear a lot of secrets he shouldn't. When it come to social events he becomes shy and awkward and crawls in on himself. There are days at a time were he will disappear from camp for a few days but then returns always with prey in hand. Since he is the leader's son his loyalty isn't questioned openly. Unlike his siblings Batseeker has a slim built and is very agile. Swimming is not his strong suit and he would rather climb trees. He has been known to be found sitting in the tree tops brooding or daydreaming. He suffers from Insomnia causing him to go nights without sleeping. On these nights he does one of his favorite pastimes with is night hunting or practices stalking in the shadows. He does have a cold fierce look on his face, but in reality he is somewhat of a coward. He would rather flight then fight. Even though he seems very cold, silent, and standoffish. Roleplayed by Turtlenoir Warrior
Post by Summerthyme on Aug 25, 2020 13:52:41 GMT -5
CAMINOWINDS! Caminowinds comes from a long line of cats that can trace their blood through most of the clans. Camino's mother being Quartet E'tani a long dead past Nemesis of Primal Instinct. His father being a warrior of FallClan and his grand parents on his fathers side being of SunClan and MoonClan decent. Caminowinds is a medium sized bright bangle tom with teal blue eyes. He has large paws with rough pads perfect for wandering sharp stones and mountain sides however his body and legs are long and lean. His tail is cut off at its midpoint from an unfortunate encounter with a fox. His ears are sharply pointed with a light tuft of fur at the tips. His whiskers on the right of his face are long and white while the whiskers on the left side are long and black. On the crown of his head a tuft of fur refuses to lay flat and constantly looks as if he has been running with the wind pushing from behind him permanently causing this tuft of fur to stand up in a wave. Caminowinds chose SwiftClan as his home due to his naturally wandering nature. much of it due to the curse associated with the Indy E'tani bloodline and loosing their mind resulting in mindless wandering. While Caminowinds is too young to have such a fate so quickly he still feels more comfortable as a wanderer. The idea of having a place to return to where he can gather with others and be welcomed instead of ran off was greatly appealing to him. So SwiftClan became his home. Caminowinds is a loner. Quiet. Reserved. Passive. He enjoys being around others but may seem set aside as he chooses to observe over participate. However the few good friends he makes see a whole other part of his personality. A part where he is open and exciting. A playful spirit. For those whom he connects closely with he is a life long friend and companion.
Roleplayed by SummerThyme
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Edited Aug 25, 2020 13:53:23 GMT -5 By Summerthyme
THE CAPTAIN! He's been around the block, and then some. A scrawny, amber-eyed tom with dirty white fur capped off by a swathe of black on his ears and a single black patch across his left eye. His pelt is riddled with small scars, and his ears are missing a notch or two, mementos of a life lived mainly as a street cat in the city, which is where he picked up the nickname that he goes by. A resourceful tom with a well of knowledge acquired from a long life doing StarClan-knows-what before he came to SwiftClan, although he enjoys the comforts of living among others, loyalty is not one of his virtues and he is not above inconveniencing others to get ahead. Roleplayed by meow
TAWNYKIT! dawn Tawny stripes cover her back and tail, while her underside is a snowy white, her eyes as green as the first leaves of spring. A fearless spirit, she waltzes into every new day with the eager anticipation of adventures to come. Roleplayed by meow
GOOSEKIT! jump Goosejump is a dark grey tom with well defined black tabby stripes scattered across his short coat, white as snow are all four of his paws as well as a patch that covers his chin and runs upwards stopping just under his nose. His eyes are pale green and the white lining that edges them above and below only act to make them look even lighter. Goosejump is a fairly anxious feline, he cant seem to help worrying about things that are out of his control. However, he is very lively and energetic when he isnt in one of his anxiety riddled moment, always happy to play around or carry an interesting conversation with others. It isnt hard for him to come up with amazing ideas, his imagination is about as big as they come, wonderful for thinking up new and exciting games and adventures or helping to solve even the hardest of problems, it isnt always so good though. Moments are fleeting, and his imaginatory skills are often times his downfall when mixed with his anxiety, fearful of what has yet to pass, running through endless possibilities that all end badly. While others can see how irrational some of his thoughts are, to him they are all real and very well could happen, like a million bees swarming camp. A strange thing you may have noticed while looking at Goosejump, he never starts his day until the white on his paws and chin have been hidden by a good layer of mud. He does this to make himself appear darker, afraid that the white in his fur will make him an easy to see target for a blood thirsty killer. All in all though, Goosejump is a sweet guy, he is misunderstood but he cant help the way he sees and perceives things. He is the son of Lamb and Beestripe, his sisters are Mistberry, Stormbunny, and Mothquiver. Kit
STORMKIT! bunny Stormbunny is lighter silver she-cat with deep ebony tabby stripes that run thinly over her short pelt, covering the full length of her underbelly it it white, the stark color continues over her chest, partially down her front legs and over her muzzle as well until it ends in a narrow strip between her striking blue eyes. Stormbunny is a she-cat with two sides. She is optimistic and carries a cheerful disposition to brighten others' days, bouncing around with a positive attitude and an outlook on life that could very well have been pulled from a pleasant dream. Do not let this happy go lucky mood fool you though, when she doesn't get her way, she is as stubborn as a bull, quick to change her attitude depending on the situation at hand. Stormbunny is not shy about getting what she wants and is forceful and aggressive when it comes to reaching her goals. It wouldn't be a smart move to stand in her way, and forcing her to do something she doesnt want to never really ends too well. She is the daughter of Lamb and Beestripe, she has a brother, Goosejump, and two sisters, Mistberry and Mothquiver. Kit
GREENFROST! As the only surviving daughter of two rogues, Greenfrost learned from an early age that survival wasn't for the faint of heart. The winter after she came of what might be called apprentice age in the clans, both of her parents died trying to fend off wild dogs and keep her warm. From then on, she was on longer part of a quaint little family that resided on the thickest part of the woods and survived on their own devices, but she was a nomad. A clan cat that joined a clan or group as she saw beneficial to her, and left as soon as her needs were fulfilled. Greenfrost, called the name 'Dae' by her late parents, acquired a strange fixation on family. Try as she might, Dae could never fall pregnant and grew to resent every tom she cared for. roleplayed by PSEUDO Joining Thread: TBD?
CRADLEGRAVE! A short-furred, dark ginger & white tom with inquisitive amber eyes. Originating from a harsh, lawless settlement founded in a faraway desert, Cradlegrave grew up to become one of his village’s enforcers; eventually his wanderlust got the best of him, and he left the settlement to try his hand at bounty hunting. His talent at tracking and his single-minded determination were great assets to him in his career, and eventually his name became synonymous with death across the land. But all dreams have to end sometime—when Cradlegrave returned to his settlement one day to visit his family, he found them under attack by Twolegs. Despite his attempt to drive the Twolegs away, he and his entire settlement were wiped out and taken away in their monsters. After travelling for quite some time, Cradlegrave was able to escape the Twoleg’s grasp, yet he had travelled so far that returning to his homeland ever again would likely be impossible. Resigning himself to life in the forest, he joined up with SwiftClan, being drawn to their nomadic nature. Cradlegrave is discomfortingly quiet yet wears his heart on his sleeve, having lived so long on his own that the idea of a Clan looking out for its members has not come naturally to him. However, SwiftClan’s close-knit nature and small ranks mean that he is slowly getting more used to the idea. He doesn’t bother sugarcoating his words, but rarely aims to be unkind. The time he spent working alone as a bounty hunter has resulted in his social skills atrophying, and he struggles with small talk and friendly conversation. It also gave him a healthy dose of paranoia, and even though he’s a hundred miles from the desert he made his name in, he’s still half-expecting one of his many enemies to chop off his head in the dead of night. He harbours a hatred for Twolegs due to the destruction of his home, and will prioritise taking action against them over his Clan duties if the opportunity arises. As a newcomer to the forest, Cradlegrave is still adjusting to his new life—he especially has trouble to adjust to the colder climate, and sometimes struggles with Clan concepts like kittypets and the warrior code. Since settling in SwiftClan, Cradlegrave has found himself somewhat disillusioned with his former life of violence and paranoia, and now attempts to de-escalate situations he may previously have escalated.
Rank: can i make this bad boy a scout is that legal Is there anything I should know about your cat? tbh no but i have no idea of theres any desert-ey area near the clans at all, if there isn't then....well he's all the way from like nevada or something Joining Thread: um i'll make this later gotta get my post number up
Post by Grandmaster Shadow on Sept 17, 2020 16:33:46 GMT -5
STYGIAN!
THERE ARE THREE THINGS ALL WISE MEN FEAR + One, the sea in a storm. Memories of a past long lost to the night can be a blessing or a curse. For the tom who, like a shadow, is able to vanish in the dark it’s a cause for suspicion. All he knows of those that brought him into this world and cared for him until his fourth moon is hearsay passed to him by the couple who brought him under their protection. From their word, he is much like his mother: mischievous, thunderous, and driven by his moral compass. Like his father, he faces a narrow path balancing on the edge of a sword: light or dark, right or wrong, hope or horror. Two, a night with no moon. Despite his reservations, he grew to regard, trust and love the family he was brought into. With the exception of Ziyuan, his adoptive mother, they treated him as their own. Through his misfortune, he gained a trusting father, a brooding brother, and a nurturing sister. They sought to bestow upon him the best at their disposal. A successful sect outside the forest zone, they were respected, honored and blessed. This prosperity was not to last. Three, the anger of a gentle man. The choices and consequences one must face can shape a person into who time remembers. This is true for the shadow, who through loss, allowed himself to become that which society tied upon him like a masque: an uncontrollable nightmare in a world not of their making.
Rank: Apprentice Extra Details: He's going to be an exchange apprentice in MoonClan? He's also part of a family, but that family is going to be a group of adoptables I'll post, so... c:
DUSKBRIAR Duskbriar was born into a family of passive sorts; raised to be respectful and kind. It probably shows too, due to her quiet personality and inability to speak or show her true merits to strangers. Though it wasn't much of an interesting upbringing, it taught her patience and kindness. She takes after her mother, mostly. With angular features, and dusky colored fur - though, she gets her stout and muscular body from her father. Duskbriar stands tall, taller than most. With fur that comes in soft curls and frills, brown and creams dancing in an eternal embrace upon her fur. Her eyes are probably most notably strange. They are pale, almost appearing gray - and most couldn't decide from far away what color they truly are. Green? Blue? Yellow? Though upon closer inspection, they are in fact a very pale, stormy green color. She doesn't receive this trait from either of her parents; who have amber and yellow eyes. She doesn't mind this though; as much as she did adore her parents, she always loved to be her own person. Though some would describe her as odd, distant. She's always been quiet, or thought of as a problem child. She's just quiet; she doesn't like to open up much. Why is it her fault that others want to pry, and prod? Born into a loving family wasn't her entire life. Despite all, she protects her past from peering eyes; living in fear of it catching up to her and finally giving her what she probably deserves. Justice? She doesn't really know anymore. Closest to her father, she learned most of what she knows from him. Her mother was a parent she never saw eye to eye with. Always arguing, or fighting. It wasn't until she learned her mother had cheated, and her father knew and had stayed, why she loved her father so much. Distant with her parent, a rift grew in the foundations of their family. One that couldn't be patched, or bridged. A close friend took note of this. Someone she loved dearly, and cherished. She maybe gave a bit too much of her trust. She wore her heart on her sleeve, bearing it before them. Her friend broke that trust. An accident happened while hunting; a horrible and terrible accident. Her father feel, while out on patrol with her friend. He fell onto a thin patch of ice, tumbling down a hill. The ice broke. Churning depths of cold, a shock of blue. Duskbriar tumbled after him, desperate to help. But he was swept under the stronger ice; they finally had dragged him out from the river. Cold and wet, she observed her father's now departed body with passive shock. Emotions have always been hard to process for her, especially with those she truly cares for. Maybe that's why she was found to look so guilty. Her friend screamed, and there was a moment their eyes met. A fleeting moment of acceptance, and giddiness. She still didn't understand why, or what had made her friend decide to ruin her life. She leapt at Duskbriar, tackling her and wrestling her to the ground. A patrol heard, and came crashing down the hill as Duskbriar faught and struggled to get up. Her friend claimed she had murdered her father, hysterical and horror stricken. How did she fake it so well? The thoughts didn't process back then; all she knew was that she needed to run. And so, she did. She ran as far as her paws would take her, narrowly escaping her Clan and fleeing into the unknown. She probably traveled for days; scrawny, scared, and alone. SwiftClan was a blessing in disguise; a nomadic Clan that would offer her a chance to run from her past. The fear of rumors spreading, and catching fire. She still remains odd, and quiet. Maybe out of fear of tilling down roots. Afraid to start a life, in fear of dragging those she loves into her own mess. Running, leaping, and twisting to get away from a life she'd never had the chance to live. Rank: Warrior Joining thread: Here!
Moonheart Moonheart was born into a family of cold and disciplinary parents. Taking after her mother her fur is a white and blue mix with gradient and diamond markings across her back. Her eyes are green and beady. In a litter of 3, being the only female, she was already looked down upon. As time went on her family realized she was very noticeably small and skinny for her age. She was considered a runt, even being told by her own father that she would die on her own. The night after she ran away as far as she could. Just like her father had said, she didn't last for long; soon passing out from exhaustion by a long clearing close to the twolegplace. When she awoke, she found herself surrounded by kittypets that seemed very concerned. They offered her freshly-caught mice, but she refused, due to not being able to eat solid foods yet. The other felines rushed her to one's nest, where a twoleg took her in and bottle-fed her until she was mature enough to eat kibble. She was given the name Moon, along with a collar with a crescent trinket. Though she didn't appreciate the others' protectiveness, the warmth of a shelter and the food she was given was enough to convince her to stay.
A year went by and she was finally nourished. Though still extremely small and slim, she was eager to go out on her own and explore. The others refused at first, not trusting in her to survive, but eventually they decided on a condition; they'd let her go, but only if she could prove that she was strong enough. So Moon agreed, and the night after she fought with the strongest member. Though losing, she proved her strength by badly damaging the other's snout and shoulder. A tender cut ran through her thigh but it soon scarred over.
A week later Moon set off. Taking a rat for her journey she sighed in relief to finally be free of them. Her independence had gotten the best of her, and had permanently fused itself into her personality. Not being taught any love from her parents or family she also remained cold and solitary. She can't help but look down on others and it's difficult to get close to her, but once someone does, she doesn't let go. Roleplayed by Araxie Warrior
Post by xx.sapphire on Sept 21, 2020 3:59:58 GMT -5
SEASPIRIT Double the laughter and double the grins, but double the trouble if you're blessed with twins. Two souls were born by the great blue expanse for which they were named: Ocean and Sea. They were destined to encircle one another for eternity: two sisters, locked in fate, and limitless in their bond. As fatalism would have it, this was indeed the nature of their relationship: Ocean and Sea were inseparable - and indistinguishable. Both she-cats had enviable silver coats with darker markings lacing their pelts, establishing their bengal heritage. Their ears feature a soft soot-colored gradient and similarly colored lines carve along their facial fur. The most striking feature were their eyes. They were nearly colorless; the palest of silver-blue irises reflected the clear water beside which they originated. The twins were born to a small cult that lived proximal to the sea, far away from the land of the clans. The group thrived on the pebble-stone beaches and had very particular customs, but their utmost law was one of loyalty. A claw against another was a claw against them all, and execution was the only fair repercussion: blood must have blood. Despite this law, the cult fostered a very amicable existence: food was shared, kits were collectively raised, and everyone was well cared for. Sea enjoyed her life here, and it was even better when Ocean was by her side. One day, the apprentice-aged duo ventured farther from the base than ever before, exploring small seaside caves that had been eroded by the waves. They found a particularly cozy cave and squeezed inside, thrilled to find a hollow rock to call their secret place. They spent considerable time there, happily playing around, not noticing the tide slowly coming in through the only entrance until it was too late. Terrified, the sisters watched the water slowly rising in abject horror, all daylight now obscured by the seawater. They screamed for help in vain. Sea tried to comfort her sister, the water now up to their bellies. For two cats raised on the beach, an escape should have been simple, but there was one crucial impediment to their survival: while Sea was at the top of their generation in terms of swimming abilities, Ocean couldn't swim at all. Promising to bring help, Sea told her sister to stay calm. I'll be right back, she promised. Plunging into the water, Sea squeezed out of the cave, her head breaking the surface outside. Gasping for air, she paddled to the beach, taking off as soon as her tiny paws scored the sand. While she was a superior swimmer, running was not something she excelled in. By the time she made it back to the cave with an armada of adults, the waves lapped over the top of the rocks that formed the roof of the cave. An average-sized adult feline could not get through the entrance; the group was forced to wait until the tide receded to recover Ocean's body. Sea remained on that beach, immobilized and inconsolable, restrained by the older cats. Six hours later, the entrance was re-exposed. Desperately, Sea rushed into the cave, praying her sister had found an air pocket and survived. The cave was completely empty. Refusing to believe her twin was dead, Sea took her absence as a sign that she had escaped. For several weeks, she clung to this thought, convinced that Ocean was alive and lost. Sea resolved to find her, abandoning her home and setting out on a journey to find her lost twin. Eventually, she happened upon the clans, and acquired her full name of Seaspirit in honor of her sister. Still convinced of Ocean's living status, Seaspirit came to SwiftClan with the hope of finding her twin during one of the clan's many migrations. Seaspirit is private about her past and thus is difficult to get to know beyond the formalities. She is a very compassionate individual, and will do far more listening than she ever does speaking. Altruistic almost to a fault, Seaspirit would readily help others at her own expense, the community value instilled deep within her from her seaside home. Once a fun-loving, daredevilish, and carefree individual, Seaspirit became abundantly cautious after her sister's incident. There isn't a day that goes by that she doesn't search for Ocean, lamenting the day she let her sister down. This guilt overwhelms her quite often, and it isn't uncommon for Seaspirit to mentally shut down or physically disappear for a few days every so often. This has incited much discussion, but the silver bengal has never been willing to clarify. While no one knows her backstory, everyone knows one irrefutable fact about Seaspirit: she will never go near a body water. Roleplayed by xx.sapphire Warrior
