{ FireClan } { Warriors RP } { Accepting }

[Elfie]

Quaint nodded. 'A lot of clans have been taking in Kittypets and loners now days.'

[fireflies.]

➶ ➶ yoυ oɴly lιve oɴce, вυт ιғ yoυ do ιт rιɢнт, oɴce ιѕ eɴoυɢн

{ Swanfeather } - { She-cat } - { the g e n t l e one }

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{ ηαмє } Swanfeather's first name was Icekit because of her white pelt. It was a rather nice name but when she got a little bigger her mother wanted a name to match her elegance. Swanfeather didn't really mind so the clan leader reluctantly agreed and renamed her Swankit. She quickly came to 6 moons and happily took the name Swanpaw. Soon enough, it was time for her to become a warrior. She took the name of Swanfeather that afternoon. Swanfeather considerers it to be a rather pretty name and had grown very fond of it.

{ αgє } Swanfeather is 24 moons old, what is often considered the perfect age. Still quite young but old enough to start looking for a mate and kits. But if you didn't know her real age you'd guess she is around 49 moons. This is because she acts very different from 24 moons. No, Swanfeather acts wise and like she knows a lot. But it's definitely not a arrogant know-it-all way. No, far from that.

{ gєη∂єя } Swanfeather is 100% she-cat. It's pretty easy to see by the sound of her voice and her shape. She would probably be slightly offened if you mistook her for a tom.

{ яαηк } Swanfeather is a warrior. She was offered the medicine cat rank due to her nature when she was still Swanpaw but this she-cat refused. Swanfeather understands that she doesn't have the head for herbs. No, she thinks she would forget even the most basic herbs all the time and she's probably right.

{ яαηк ∂єѕιяє∂ } Like most cats Swanfeather aims to be leader. In fact, that's what she has always longed for. But only to serve her beloved clan as best as she possibly can.But she knows that probably won't happen so she's happy with settling as being a mum.

{ ρєяѕσηαℓιту } Swanfeather is often described by her clanmates as sweet and gentle. She's very gentle with with kits and often volunteers to look after them while their mothers are taking a break. Swanfeather has the same attitude to apprentices. She strongly dislikes dobbing on cats so she mostly deals with her problems by herself. Swanfeather never judges cats getting to know them first, no, she waits until she's sure of their personality before she judges a cat. Swanfeather hardly ever raises her voice, no, she thinks that never solves a problem. She also doesn't belive in fighting, she thinks battles and pointless and that they get you nowhere. With a voice as sweet as honey and a certain elegance about her she's had quite a few toms chasing after her before. But Swanfeather doesn't want any old tom, she's extremely picky and only goes padding after her ''match.'' She's quite clever and normally will remain calm during a crises and look for a solution. At first glance she's a pretty quiet she-cat who is just as happy to be alone as to be with others. Swanfeather is extremely loyal and fully dedicated to Ruinclan. One thing that Swanfeather despised is being in the center of attention, she tries her hardest to stay out of it.

But Swanfeather has a protective streak inside her. She can't stand seeing her loved ones bullied and will do everything she can to defend them. But with words, not claws. And if she gets bullied too, well..., she'll just smile. Truely getting teased doesn't Swanfeather, she'll just shrug it off and walk away. But it's a completely different story for those who she cares about, mostly she'll listen to both sides before making a statement, Sometimes this well get her snapped at, others it'll help the two forgive each other. Swanfeather doesn't enjoy one bit getting her paws bloody but she will fight for her clan if she has to.

But it's not all just sweet and gentle for Swanfeather. No, far from it, if you become true friends with her you'll discover what's really underneath. Something she's hidden from most cats. You'll find she's quite an inquisitive she-cat. One who likes sticking her nose in places where it doesn't belong. She's actually very playful, a bundle of fun and energy. Occasionally, she might gossip a tiny bit and might be a bit of a gentle teaser. Not the type of teaser that causes offence, no, it's not nasty what she says. No....really just going over silly mistakes that happened so long ago that they're almost funny. She's a little ''clown'' who loves making other cats laugh.

{ нιѕтσяу } Well, Swanfeather was born with her sister, Honeypaw, were born to a queen named Frostpelt and a tom named Badgerstripe. To be honest, Frostpelt's favourite of the sisters was Swankit and she made sure Honeykit knew that. Honeykit greatly disliked and tried to explain what she felt to Swankit but Swankit didn't realize what was actually going on. When the kits came to five moons their father invited the two kits on a walk with him. But a crazed rouge attacked them. It lunged at Honeykit first since she was the closest but Badgerstripe rushed to her defence. Badgerstripe and the rouge were a ball of fury. In the end the rouge slashed it's claws across Badgerstripe's and killed him almost instantly. Now that Badgerstripe was out of the way the rouge's attention went towards the two kits again. But by then a patrol had arrived, one of the warriors dealt with the rouge while the rest of the patrol took the frightened kits back to camp. Frostpelt, Swankit and Honeykit all grieved for Badgerstripe but soon got back to their normal lives.

The kits quickly reached six moons. Honeykit and Swankit both recieved their apprentice names, much to their delight, and became Honeypaw and Swanpaw. Honeypaw's mentor was a senior warrior named Eagleheart while Swanpaw was given to Icesong, a silver she-cat would had only been a warrior for a few moons. Icesong trained Swanpaw well, mentor and apprentice became good friends. The two sisters also became popular in the apprentice's den, but Swanpaw still was Frostpelt's favourite much to Honeypaw's fury. Now there was something else to add to it, a tom. Cloudpaw was a gentle caring tom who soon won both of the sister's hearts. Anger grew between Honeypaw and Swanpaw, the sisters could barely talk to each other without snarling something. To be honest, it was probably best for them when greencough claimed Cloudpaw and he passed to StarClan. But still, Honeypaw and Swanpaw never met eye to eye.

When Honeypaw and Swanpaw were around a moon away from being made warriors when something tragic happened to Icesong. It was newleaf, it was warm and the prey was running well. Since it had been a hard leafbare due to little prey Icesong took Swanpaw hunting. A fox found them and leapt at Swanpaw who was proudly carrying a plump rabbit at the time. Quick as a snake, Icesong jumped in front of Swanpaw, shielding her from the fox. It was because of Icesong that Swanpaw lived, instead of Swanpaw, the teeth of the fox sliced into Icesong's throat instead. Despite the lack on fighting skills that Swanpaw had she attacked the fox. All her anger went into this, the fox wasn't really hurt by Swanpaw's attack but it was taken back by the fury of the white she-cat. It raced off with Swanpaw hot on it's heels, slashing at its' tail. Once it had left Swanpaw scampered back to Icesong, terrified of what was going to happen to her beloved mentor. Before Icesong died she told Swanpaw ''Your going to make a great warrior.'' That was all she could say before StarClan claimed the silver she-cat.

The clan grieved for Icesong but they soon recovered. The clan leader at the time, Cricketstar, took over Swanpaw's training until she was made a warrior. In fact, it was one day before Swanpaw was going to be made a warrior when Honeypaw invited her on a walk. Thinking it was harmless Swanpaw agreed. They ventured out of the territory a little further and soon came to a small cliff. Honeypaw attacked her there, screeching she lunged at Swanpaw snarling that she hated her sister. Shocked, Swanpaw backed away from her Honeypaw as if her sister had just turned into a badger. Honeypaw yowled that her mother had never loved her, no, that Frostpelt only loved Swanpaw. And with those words Honeypaw leapt at Swanpaw, claws unsheathed. Relying on natural instinct Swanpaw ducked leaving Honeypaw to sail off the cliff. Her wail was the last thing Swanpaw heard from her sister. Swanpaw understood that she couldn't go back to camp meowing a fox or badger had attacked the sisters, the clan would probably ask why did Swanpaw bring her ''beloved'' sister's body back. So Swanpaw went back to camp explaining to the clan that the sisters had gotten into a mock play fight and that Honeypaw had accidently fallen off the cliff. One day later Swanpaw became Swanfeather.

Swanfeather nearly entirely recovered over her sister's death. And losing her mother to a rouge attack didn't help. Cricketstar sensed the young she-cat wasn't coping well and when she turned 17 moons he gave her Flamepaw, her first apprentice. Swanfeather was delighted to mentor the young tom but soon found out that he wasn't her favourite cat. He was arrogant and a real flirter with the she-cats, always trying to flatter them. But despite this Swanfeather tried everything to shape him into a respected warrior. It wasn't long when Flamepaw left to become a kittypet. Swanfeather didn't exactly care, in a way she was actually relieved that he was gone.
Since then it's been okay with this she-cat.

{ ∂єѕcяιρтιση } Well, one of the first things you notice about Swanfeather's pelt is that it's pure white. Not another colour you will find on it unless it's mud or wounds. Her fur is thick which she's grateful for in winter. Swanfeather's paws are much larger then the nomral cat, filled with deadly claws. Her ears are small but surprisingly they're still handy for hunting despite their size. Her pelt's rather ruffled, due to her fur. As hard as Swanfeather tries to keep her fur sleek and shiny it always finds a way to stick up slightly again. Matching her body, her legs are longer then most cats and quite useful for running. Swanfeather isn't nearly as large as she seems, her fur makes her look far larger then she actually is. Really, she's around the size of your average she-cat. Swanfeather does own a thick ''mane'' around her chest and neck which she's quite proud of. Swanfeather's eyes are a gleaming silver- as a kit her mother thought she might have been death as this is one of the most common looks in blind cats but that wasn't the case.

{ ρєℓт } Swanfeather's pelt is pure white. It's thick and makes her appear much larger then she actually is. She's grateful for it in winter but she's not so fond of it in summer.

{ єуєѕ } Swanfeather owns a set of silver eyes. They're diamond shaped and appear to see right through your soul at times. As a kit her mother thought she might have been death as this is one of the most common looks in blind cats but that wasn't the case.

{ ѕcαяѕ } Swanfeather does have quite a few scars but her fur has grown over most of them. The only visible scar she has a jagged one across her flank from a fight with a rouge.

{ кιη } Frostpelt: mother: dead: killed by rouges
Badgerstripe: father: dead: killed by a rouge
Honeypaw: sister: dead: fell off cliff

{ cяυѕн } Quaint.

{ мαтє } No one.

{ кιтѕ } None.

[*BYE*]

Patchpelt squeaked as she felt pain in her stomach

[wolf ;;]

Lizardstrike nodded, and he looked at Patchpelt. "Are you alright?"

[Accepted :3]

[*BYE*]

Patchpelt shook her head "m-my kits..." she whimperd going to the ground

[airam]

Dreamkit
I pounced on the mushroom digging my tiny claws into it as the top fell ontop of me I pushed it off, spitting I tried to get the taste out of my mouth

[*BYE*]

Ohh Patchpelts got compition... XD)

[fireflies.]

[Thank you ^.^ Recap?]

[airam]

(A few rogue's joined the clan and that is it Ohh and patchpelt is kitting)

[wolf ;;]

Onekit watched Dreamkit.

Lizardstrike flicked an ear. "I'll go find Smokeywater, he's our medicine cat." He meowed, knowing it would be dangerous to move the queen into the camp, and he padded through the entrance.