Swiftstreak of windclan

[shiverfiz]

S W I F T S T R E A K

32 Moons | She-Cat | Windclan | Warrior

"Don't give up and don't give in. It's never too late to try."

A lithe, silvery she-cat with intense blue eyes.

''APPEARANCE;;

Swiftstreak is a beautiful she-cat from bright pink nose to dark tail tip. Her narrow muzzle leads into a slightly triangular face and beautiful bright sky blue eyes. The ears that sit atop her head are average, although not to be laughed at. Her long neck leads into narrow shoulders and very long forelegs and small forepaws tipped with sharp claws who's tips are always outside of the sheath. Swiftstreak's long body is lithe, but muscular in the shoulder and hip, making for good running and jumping. Her hind legs are lightly longer than her forelegs, and are tipped in the same small paws and always unsheathed claws. Swift's body is finished in a long tail that often brushes the ground when she stands straight up and can cause issues sometimes. Stretched over her body is a short, silky coat that is a very light silvery color with white accents around her eyes, muzzle and paws. Swift's underbelly is white as well. Her slightly darker gray stripes are most visible around her face, paws, and tail, but there are a few on her back. The same color that streaks over her body tips her tail.

''PERSONALITY;;

Swiftstreak is a strong willed, demanding she-cat with an over powering sense of honor and fairness. The lithe she-cat is not afraid to demand respect and put others in their places when they step too far out of line. She won't stand for a lazy cat or a traitor. There is, however, a sense of fairness to all of her ministrations and doings. Swift might snap at a warrior who knows better, but a new apprentice or kit would only get a dark look and a firm talk from the she-cat. Swiftstreak respects the elders and tries very hard to show them, and anyone who deserves it the same respect. Be careful of this she-cat in a battle, though. Her attacks are swift and brutal with very little reaction time.

''HISTORY;;

''KIT LIFE;;

Swiftstreak was born in a litter of three to her father, Nightclaw, and her mother, Silvie. Her siblings, Darky and Dawn are rogues with their mother. Yes, Swiftstreak is a half-clan cat. She was born very sick and weak near the end of leaf-fall due to a sickness her mother endured during the early stages of her pregnancy. Her siblings were healthy, but Swiftstreak needed the paws of a healer near by and so she was taken by her father to his clan, Windclan. Nightclaw loved his kit and visited his mate often to watch her brother and sister grow. Once Swiftkit was declared healthy, she was taken to meet her mother and family and t see if she would become a rogue with her mother and siblings. The kit obviously refused and returned to the clan she called home and her foster mother, Petalfoot.

''APPRENTICE;;

Once Swiftkit became Swiftpaw, she bid her father good bye as he left to be with Silvie. Swiftpaw was thrilled, though, to be an apprentice and worked hard to prove herself. It was during this time that she began to earn the name that was given to her as a prayer to starclan. She proved nearly as fast as a warrior during a hunt, even if she missed most times in the beginning, and proved the power of her legs in training. However, her permanently half-sheathed claws caused injuries that she didn't want to cause and Swiftpaw was left out of battle training allot.

''WARRIOR;;

As a warrior, Swiftstreak lived her life for her clan and often wound up over worked and tired. The medicine cat was never unprepared when Swiftstreak had an assignment. He knew that the lithe she-cat wouldn't stop until she had over achieved. She was happy to be always helping her clan and working hard for everyone and everything in her clan. Swiftstreak was beyond thrilled and surprised to be named deputy. It took a moment of sinking in before she delightfully accepted and rose in the ranks.

''RP EX;;

The dark night had fallen and the crescent moon shown among the stars as Swiftstreak stepped by the warrior guarding the entrance. She nodded hello and continued on her walk away from the camp. Once out of view, the she-cat took off at a full sprint, heading into rogue land to meet the dark tabby that was her father. The silver tabby was nearly yowling with joy and excitement. She might become deputy! Swiftstreak couldn't believe it herself, but when she told her mom and dad, there would be a party!

Swiftstreak began to slow once she noticed beginning of her father's mall plot of rogue land. She padded proudly up to the den, tail high and ears perked toward the entrance to the den under a tree's roots. "Nightclaw? Are you there?" Her voice, slightly hardened with fatigue, was just over a whisper. She couldn't get caught here. It would get her in heaps upon heaps of trouble. "Dad? Mom? Dawn? Darky?" There was movement and she smiled as her father emerged, his own body heavy with age and fatigue. "Is that you, Swiftpaw?" He questioned and Swiftstreak had to let out a murow of amusement. "I'm a warrior dad. I have been for a long time. I'm 32 moons old, now."

Her father perked up and gave his kit a happy lick on the cheek. "What news of my old clan?" He asked and Swift sat taller. "Prey runs as normal this season, We lost Rabbitfoot to infection from a rat bite." Her tone was sullen as she watched her father nod. His eyes seemed to hope and beg for better news for his clan, so Swiftstreak took a deep breath and smiled. "I hope to take his place as deputy." Her father's shocked, but proud look was all she wanted to see. There was a loud murow of pride and congratulations as she was tackled by her father and they tussled a bit. "A deputy! My daughter is going to be leader!" The pride in her father's tone made the lithe she-cat sit taller. "You know it, Papa. I promise to be the strongest, fairest, best leader the clan has ever had."

Swiftstreak noticed her father yawn and licked the top of his head affectionately. "I'm sorry papa. I woke you up, didn't I? We both need sleep. I should go." Her father nodded his agreement and watched Swiftstreak dash away, tearing up some grass in her wake. The she-cat ran as fast as she could all the way to the camp, slowing as she approached the entrance. With a nod to the warrior at the entrance, the silver tabby slipped into the warriors' den and fell soundly asleep to await the next morning.