❝𝗜 𝗔𝗠 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗬, 𝗜 𝗔𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗙𝗨𝗟, 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗜 𝗔𝗠 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗗...
ll𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗜𝗙 𝗜❜𝗠 𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗧, 𝗜 𝗔𝗠 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡Forbidden Crush: Lightningleap
Mentor to: Flamebriar
Former Mentor: Brushpoppy
Kin:
Parents: Chamisebloom, Grousethroat
Siblings: three siblings, open
Mate and kits: none
Orientation: pansexual/rom
Song: Sleeping at Last - Countdowns
x
x
x
x
x
x
Name: Swiftgleam
Swift- pelt colored like a swift,
also for his energetic nature
Gleam- for his bright splotch, and
his dreams that reflect starlight
Age: 76 moons
Gender: tom, he/him
Rank: Medicine Cat
Desired Rank: achieved
Scent: resin and honey
xxxxxxxxx x
x
x
x
x
x
x
x
x
x
xx 𝗜 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗠𝗘
...𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗜❜𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗗, 𝗜❜𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗗 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨.❞ xxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx━━ [Appearance] ━━
"Shorthaired dark brown tabby tom with a white throat and toes. Has striking golden eyes."
Swiftgleam's dark tabby coat is spotted like a starry night: one white splotch on his throat, several white spots on his toes, and two golden spots for his eyes. While he was the smallest of his litter of four, his slender frame belies his muscular hind legs. He is a fantastic jumper and climber, as if always aiming skyward. The medicine cat has some battle skills from being over-ambitious as an apprentice, secretly learning battle moves from one of his friends. Though he's starting to get on in the years, he's still sprightly as ever and practically zooms around camp.
━━ [Basic Personality] ━━
(+) jolly, confident, affable, compassionate, calm
(n) obedient, ambitious, dreamer, loves community
(-) fears being worthless, lives for others, dishonest, jealous
━━ [Personality] ━━
Swiftgleam glides through the day with boundless energy and a ready purr. Though the other medicine cat is on the quieter side, Swift talks more than enough for the both of them. He moves with the easy-- but not overbearing-- confidence of a cat who knows his place and thrives in it. Swiftgleam brings warmth and laughter to those around him, easing their pain that he knows too well. When injuries or illnesses strike, he shifts quickly into a calm, serious disposition. Efficient, methodical, and attentive, the medicine cat allows no room for discomfort as he works his hardest to heal. What seems like resilience is only repression. He has gotten so used to lying to hide his pain, lying about his opinions to support tradition, that he can lie to himself and believe he's truly happy like this. He bases his self-worth on his worth to the clan. Knowing his greatest role is his ability to communicate Starclan's mate pairings, he lets himself mirror the stars rather than show anything of his own. Swiftgleam can't help but watch with jealousy the love he could never experience. His only option is to pine from a distance, to store his ambitions and bitterness in a place even he can't reach.
━━ [History] ━━
tl;dr he had a secret crush but the crush was killed soon after Swiftgleam confessed to him, causing Swiftgleam to believe that only trouble can come from leaving the path Starclan has set for a cat. No one knows Swiftgleam's secret.
As the smallest kit in a lively litter of four, named after an insignificant little bird, it was hard for Swiftkit not to feel small. Every morning he'd recount the exciting adventures he'd have in his sleep. Soon, he realized that the more often and the more vividly he told his stories, the more attention he got from others. And suddenly Swiftkit found himself whisked off to become a medicine cat apprentice because of his supposed visions. He can't remember whether his dreams were truly messages from Starclan or the ramblings of an imaginative kit, but his destiny was written that day. When he wasn't gathering herbs, he'd be racing up the tallest trees and begging his best friend Lightningpaw to teach him battle moves. Swiftpaw and Lightningpaw were inseparable since kithood. Swiftpaw always looked up to the strong warrior apprentice, who was set on becoming deputy someday. It was only much later, to his horror, that Swiftgleam realized he was in love with him.
The medicine cat couldn't say a word, or else both of them would lose their positions in the clan. He could only hide his feelings as he watched the tom of his dreams go off with his assigned mate, a she-cat named Raccoontail. But Raccoontail wanted nothing to do with Lightningleap, and she ended up running away with another tom after several moons. This was Swiftgleam's last chance. Before Starclan reassigned Lightningleap to another mate, Swiftgleam decided to confess his feelings. The two of them went out gathering herbs, just like always, when Swiftgleam poured his heart out for his loved one. Mate pairings and the warrior code were just dead cats' words, why should they guide his paws? Lightningleap was stunned but did not have time to respond, for in the next moment a badger leapt out at them. Lightningleap defended Swiftgleam and chased the badger away, dying from his injuries before they could make it back to camp. The medicine cat knew that this was Starclan's punishment for his breaking the code. If he had never admitted his feelings, their friendship would never have been cut short like this. Lightningleap could have gone on to become deputy like he'd always wanted. Swiftgleam's secret love died with him.
He never saw Lightningleap again, not even in his dreams. Starclan must have kept the two apart, or maybe Lightning never wanted to appear to him. In his memory, Swiftgleam buried his old aspirations and followed the words of the stars. He would be happy with this life laid out for him, just one swift serving the flock. He took pride in his special role as communicator of Starclan's will, a privilege that he traded for the privilege of having a mate. Because of his loss, he could guide other foolish young cats back onto the path Starclan had laid out for them. So much heartache could be avoided if they just stayed with their assigned mate. He is terrified of losing his worth to his clan, turning away from the stars. But part of him still dares to dream of true love...
Relations:
- friends, enemies, siblings, nieces/nephews open
- maybe he could have another crush if someone makes an older cat?
