Thread for Fern - Swiftclaw ; ShadowClan ; she-cat

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

Okee, Ferneh.
Post away!

[Fernpaw]

Thank you!

Name: Swiftclaw
- Do you honor?: Yes

Age: 17 moons

Gender: She-cat

Appearance: Swiftclaw is a dazzling female that has all the looks but doesn't like males that much. Her eyes are the color of honey, gold and amber with a warm feeling that makes you feel happy. But behind those eyes hide a strange and clever personality. When she runs in a sunset, she appears to be on fire, with the golden flames curling up her back and forelegs. Having a warm smile can trick you into thinking she is innocent of almost any crime she gets away with a lot. Her muzzle is tipped in white and her ears and top part of her body is a silver gray color that many cats can have. Swiftclaw's tail is tipped in a dark red that is also along the back of her legs. Her neck and face fur around her eyes is a yellow cream like custard. Her large ears give her an excellent sense of hearing, allowing her to her the breathing of a mouse. Sharp eyes catch flicks of movement in the grass and traps well concealed in the undergrowth. Powerful legs allow her to run very fast to catch speedy prey like rabbits and squirrels, and very powerful in a fight. But she also doesn't have the mass to out weigh an enemy and if out matched would have to attempt to outrun any unfriendly cats. Her yowling has a strange note that sends chills up the spines of cats and the erie sound echos off the bark of the many trees. Her family nicknamed her Wildfire, not only because when she ran she looked like she was on fire, but also because she can raise and lower the fur on her legs so she appears to ripple like a mirage.

RP Example: Swiftclaw walked onward through the muck of the marsh, the only way to cross it she was sure. Still, it made her nose wrinkle, the filth of it and the smell was entirely foreign. She stopped, the marsh had grown too quiet. It felt as if some hostile creature was watching her from its secret location. Finally, after some time, the feeling passed, but left its paw prints firmly in her mind. On the horizon, the shore line of the marsh was in sight. Swiftclaw quickened her pace, and hoped she would be rid of the marsh soon. Her wary paws nearly buckled under her, the fatigue ebbing through her body. She was very alone. She had been alone before, but now she wished that somecat she knew was there. She hummed a made up tune to herself, about her passing and about her family. Slowly, the she-cat laid down, resting her head on the only dry patch she could find. Her lids delicately closed, and Swiftclaw hummed herself into a deep slumber.

The humming echoed through the night, echoing eerily through the forest. It was the song that was sung and it haunted all those who passed the sleeping cat.

Clan: ShadowClan

Rank: Warrior

Breed: Unknown

Personality: Swiftclaw has an very different temper than her looks suggest. Having a very short temper makes her snap out over certain things and then she is in a foul mood for the rest of the day. Usually she is very quiet unless you happen to start about something she likes, then there's almost no stopping her! She also likes to take long walks just before the sun rises or sets and sits upon a high point, mumbling to herself in a sing-song voice. She does not like to be pushed to make decisions and is very protective of other she cares about. Swiftclaw also has a very strange weakness. Even though she resists most temptations, she is blind to one spot. When ever she hears the voice of a canine, be it wild dog, or Two-leg dog, she can't resist to answer back in strange chattering to wild dogs, and dogs. This odd quality has scared many a prey before she learned to keep her tongue in check. Still, she doesn't understand why she does it, or how, but she still does it, chattering to the dogs in a high-pitched, singsong language that none but her can ever hope to understand.

History: Swiftclaw has a pretty average history in her early years. She was born into ShadowClan with two brothers and one older sister. Her mother and father cared for her very much, but they where not soft in any sense of the world. From the time she was born she was taught the ways of the Clan, and was made to practice hunting, fighting, and climbing in the early morning so her parents could decide what her special skills were.. By the time they were three months old, bits of their future traits started to show through. Her first brother was named Sailor, because of his habit of jump off large objects and glide through the air. K’racken was very large and bulky on land but was as swift as an otter in the water even though all the cats except RiverClan detested water. He seemed to cut through the water effortlessly. Swiftclaw got her name because once she was stalking a young guinea fowl, not knowing its mother was near. The mother fowl made her run so fast it was rumored that her feet never hit the ground. But in her past the peaceful adventures stop when her whole family was out hunting and got caught by a bad Two-leg. She had been away hunting a rabbit at the time and avoided capture. When she came back and discovered the horrible event, she trekked out in search of her family. She searched for three months, but never found them. One night, she found some animals near the side of the road that changed her life. The first thing she smelled was the stench of rotting flesh, then she saw several bulky shapes. Keeping well hidden in the tall grasses, she watched them for a while, then one let out a fiendish bark that was terrifying and, in its own special way, beautiful to her. It may have been her own lack of family that led her, but she almost worshiped the dog, if nothing else, she truly admired them. She followed the group for a few days before continuing to search. Soon, she developed the habit of skillfully echoing howls and barks. Swiftclaw returned to her Clan, when it became evident to her that her family was forever lost. But she wonders, can she fit in?

Codewords: -Edited by Silver-

Pictures: I can't find one that really describes her. If I do find one, I'll let you know.

[Katze]

If your not done, then ignore this: Add more to History and Personality please. I'll wait for either Spdeh or Silver to do the spelling.
I suck at spelling...
Oh, and Pictures are optional.

[Fernpaw]

How is that?

[Katze]

Dur that is ok!
Now to wait......

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

Nearly no spelling mistakes, Ferneh :3 Just one typo in the description is what I found. Maybe one or two in personality.

[Silverstream]

"She does not like to be pushed to make decisions and is very protective of other she cares about."
Needs to be changed to:
"She does not like to be pushed to make decisions and is very protective of others she cares about."

Other than that, your rp example was a bit... awkward. Could you maybe dice up some of the sentences, they are all really long.

[Fernpaw]

Sure.

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

Accepted, ya think, Silver?

[Silverstream]

Ferneh hasn't changed anything.

[Sabbath]

I know I'm not a admin and I hope I'm not butting in. I would just like to say I liked it alot. sorreh if this got in the way. bye.

[Fernpaw]

I did change it! I really shortened the sentences. Okay, I'll do it again.

[Silverstream]

Accepted!