Post by Måø§† on Feb 14, 2008 21:12:07 GMT -8
Name: Swiftrunner
Age: 23 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Echoclan
Apprentice/Mentor: N/A
Appearance: Swiftrunner is a brown tabby she-cat. She mostly has light brown or near black patterns on her pelt. The most eye-catching thing about her is her eyes. They are a deep jaded green and seem to alwayas carry stars in them. Her figure is small, although strong and powerful.
Voice: Swiftrunner has a semi high voice that is full of playfulness. It has the spirit of an apprentice within it, although can have to maturity of an elder within her speeches.
Battle: In battle Swiftrunner is strong. Although small she can easily win a battle with both her strength and creative tactics. Most of all she is quick, one moment she will be lounging towards you and before you can react she is behind you. In battle her expressions and movement never give her away, and sometimes mislead you.
Personality: Although a warrior, Swiftrunner has the spunk of an apprentice. Although a warrior, you will always have fun when she is around. Many times she is the life of the group, and often enough you cant help but hang out with her. She is a respectable warrior, loyal, and creative. She will never disappoint you.
History: Born to lovely Larktail, Swiftrunner was an only kit. Without any immediate cats to play and ramble with, she instead played and rambled with anyone she could find. Thus comes forth her social atitude. Swiftrunner was always a bundle of energy, and often times she would drive the entire Clan crazy. Swiftrunner knew she had a father, although did not ask in respect. She suspected it was a forbidden love and always made up stories to for younger kits about how her mother and father fell in love. Other than her past stories, she knows nothing of her father.
When Swiftrunners mother died of black cough a moon after her apprentice ceremony, she went through a small mourning. Although, knowing that mourning would help her with nothing she trained hard enough for her mother to burst with proud in StarClan. Easily she was back to her own self, although not quite.
When made a warrior, Swiftrunner often helped out with some of the apprentice tasks when there were only a few apprentices. SHe enjoyed serving her Clan, and in return recieved smiles and grateful compliments. Many times, Swiftrunner will find herself with the apprentices and kits. She always enjoys helping and playing with them. Now she only waits for an apprentice of her own.
Family: Mother: Larktail, StarClan
Father: Unknown
SW: It was quiet outside when Swiftrunner padded out of the warriors den. It was the night after she had sat vigil for the Clan. Although her warrior ceremony had taken place, and gnoe well, it was still odd to think of herself as a warrior. She slept near unfamiliar pelts, many more pelts. After sleeping half of the night she gave up and made her way out.
The thick yet refreshing layer of trees inside Echoclan camp seemed to calm her. Breathing in slowly, she sat still and simply watched the small waterfall pour its heart into the small pool below it. Getting onto her paws once again she found herself padding through the den of the nursery. It had only been two days since she had last been in here, but somehow she felt compelled to see the kits again. And it would be her first visit as a warrior too.
The kits lay curled up by their mother, their small flanks breathing quickly. Small purrs and mews were heard from time to time, and sometimes one of their legs would reach up and unconciously kick another. Purring with amusement, Swiftrunner quietly lay on her flank and closed her eyes. She listened intently the the breathing of the kits and every once and a while peered at them through half opened eyes. She was comfortable here.
Other: None
