Falconswift|RiverClan

[Jadepeeper™]

Name: Falconswift
Age: 34 moons
Gender: Female
Desired Home: Riverclan
Desired Position: Warrior
Birthday: Leaffall Moon 2
Appearance:

I am a small white she-cat just larger than a medium-sized apprentice. My paws are normal sized, a little wider than most, but hold me up as I walk and fish. The white fur that shelters me from the world is sleek and shiny, just long enough for the winter and just short enough in the summer. Most cats if they do not know me confuse me for an apprentice because of my size, but I don't mind. My legs are long and thin, but muscle hides beneath my pelt; these are the muscles that I have honed all my life to become a better warrior. I can feel energy surging through my bones as I walk through the forest and I know that I am strong for a she-cat. My tail is short because I lost half of it in a fight with a fox as an apprentice. I am still well-balanced, despite the fact that there is less of me than there was at birth. My ears stand proudly atop my head, though there is a nick in my left. My pools are oddly colored, but not ugly. My left eye has inherited the color of a frozen river in the middle of leafbare and my right has taken the color of honey that rests on the leaves in newleaf. My body is strong and well-muscled, though I look only to be a ball of fluff. I have a somewhat longer neck than the rest of my clan, making me look more like a young cat. I am not the most beautiful cat in the clan, but I am not the ugliest either.

Personality:

Fawndream and Onyxwhisker taught me to be respectful of my elders. I have always done what I know to be right from the very start. I tend to hide my feelings from the world, resulting in a lot of confusion later. I can be shy if I don't know someone, and it takes a little while for me to warm up, but when I do, you can bet we'll be friends for a long time. Most cats think there's something wrong with my mind, and they laugh at me for it. They think that my strong faith is a little too kit-like; but I know that if StarClan grants it, it'll happen how it's supposed to, and I'm not afraid. I'm a good teacher, and someday soon I'll get my first apprentice. But I have weaknesses too, y'know? I'm not always as sure-footed as I seem. Sometimes I get distracted from the bigger picture, and that causes me to take a little longer than most cats. I'm clumsy. If I can't see where I'm going, or if I just don't pay attention, I'll trip. Sometimes it takes me a little longer to recognize a joke, adding to the Clan's idea that I'm not all there. But they're wrong. Inwardly, I'm the cat I've always wanted to be. I'm smart, but no one really knows that, save for my old mentor and my leader. I have dreams just like the rest of us, but I'm afraid of failure. Inside, I strive to be the best. But mostly, I keep my face smooth and unmarred of emotion. I criticize myself daily. Why couldn't I just be like everyone else? But if that were true, I wouldn't be me; I wouldn't be unique. I've grown up to be respectful and dependent. If the Clan needs something done, if it's in my power, I'll do it. I'd go to the moon and back if it would save the sickest kit and the oldest elder. I fight with all my strength, defending my clan from destruction of the most vile sort. My faith has blossomed despite all that has happened in my life. I love kits and hope to someday pass on my good faith to my own.

History:

My parents grew up together from the time they were newborn kits until the time they became warriors. Fawndream was a normal kit, curiosity and mischief shining in her eyes. Onyxwhisker was the exact opposite. When asked to play, he would decline, making his mother worry more. Eventually, when the two cats became apprentices, they got to know each other even better, and after a while, they knew they would be together forever. They ended up in a lot of tight situations, mostly brought on by Onyxwhisker. One particular time, they had decided to raid a badger set, to protect their Clan. It had resulted in Fawndream's twisted paw and Onyxwhisker's bald patch. When they were given their warrior names, they settled down from their wild apprentice days, starting a family.

I was born in the riverclan nursery to my mother Fawndream and my father Onyxwhisker. I had one sister, called Swiftkit, who died at the age of five moons when greencough raged through the camp. It took me by surprise, and placed a deep fear into my heart. I lived with that fear until I reached apprentice age. But I knew that in order to be the best warrior I could be, I needed to let go of the fears that had rooted themselves in my heart and accept that Swiftkit was safe. I was given to a warrior called Everlastingflare, who passed her unshaken faith and warrior skills to me in the hopes that when the time came for me to guide another, I would remember her and pass all I learned to the new apprentice.

When I finally received my warrior name, I requested that I be called Falconswift, in honor of the sister I had lost. Everlastingflare's faith had done me no wrong, and I knew that my sister was safe, watching over me from StarClan. It has been twenty-two moons since the day I became a warrior, and I can regret nothing I have accomplished for myself.

Sample post:

It's not Falconswift, but at least it's an example of my roleplaying. It's from a thread on Warriors Forest, with my character Oasisthunder, and a friend's character called Jitterfur. Here goes;

I smiled slightly at his confusion. How could he know who his family was, if no one had ever told him? "I don't want to startle you, or beat around the bush here, but we share the same parents." I stopped to ponder my words, how best to say them, and to take a breath. "Bluesong and Earthleap are our older sisters, both from the same litter. Cedarstrike is our brother also, being in my litter. We have a younger brother too, the warrior called Gloomstare, who was in the litter after you." I left it at that, watching him. "And you're welcome for the rat. Listen, I'm sorry I never told you about this. I knew this was a fragile situation with you, but it never did you any good, keeping it from you like this." I mewed gently, putting as much into my words as I could. I could tell by his actions that he was worried about making me angry. "I'm not mad at you. Don't worry about it, ever. And I know you're curious how I knew about what happened in the forest - I was out hunting. I had only just caught a frog in a particularly marshy patch of ground not far from where your patrol ended up when I went into some ferns to bury it for later." I paused again, clearing my throat. "I would have defended you, but I know you're a good fighter and I expected that you'd turn and fight back, but you didn't. And if I had gone, it would give them more to make fun of you for."

I got up from my perch and padded over to sit in my nest, which happened to be near his. The reason, obvious to me, was to be closer to my kin, even if he didn't know. I remembered a time when he was a kit, and I was an older apprentice, when he had ventured up to the apprentices' den to explore. "Hi, Jitterkit," I had meowed, giggling as he launched himself onto my tail. "Do you remember the time when you were a young kit, and we played outside the apprentices' den? You leaped on my tail and we chased each other around the camp, before we bumped into a warrior and fell down laughing. Sometimes I wish I could be that carefree again."

Without waiting for a response, I stretched my neck to lick his pelt. As an older brother, even if he hadn't known about me, I felt protective. And this was as good a time as ever to show him my support. When I was finished, I let my pelt brush his in a brotherly way and waited to see what he had to say. After all, this was so sudden and out of nowhere. "Do you remember mother's name? It was Olivewood."

Family:

Mother - Fawndream|living
Father - Onyxwhisker|StarClan
Sister - Swiftkit|StarClan
Former mentor - Everlastingflare|living
First apprentice - Nomadpaw [now Nomadsong]

Other:

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