Post by bee on Jul 6, 2020 18:39:14 GMT -6
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[attr="class","appHEADER"]swallowpaw
[attr="class","appTAG"]@/swallowwish - (a white and brown tabby she-cat with pale yellow eyes)
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| 6 MOONS | FEMALE | UNDECIDED | SHADOWCLAN | MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE |
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[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]TRAITS
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| + Aspiring + Eager to please + Tactical + Faithful + Generous | - Passive - Resentful - Obsessive - Conformist - Unsure of herself |
[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]PERSONALITY
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[attr="class","appFIELD"]Focused on everything she does, Swallowpaw can be quite obsessive when she puts her mind to it. If there is a certain task, with more weight to one that is of the most importance, she can forget about the world around her. It eases her endless thoughts to complete a repetitive task. She finds herself in a tizzy when her plans change - since the world is an ever shifting place, this happens frequently - and she struggles to figure out how to rework a plan.
She aches to do what is right, looking to others and mentors as a way to figure out what she should do. Although she has a tactical mind, one made to be two steps ahead of others, Swallowpaw struggles to be confident enough to speak her mind. She aspires to be out-spoken, though her tongue ties in her mouth before she can do anything about it. This may come from the fact that Swallowpaw's parents scolded her when she spoke out against them, arguing that one's elders knows more.
A rather gentle soul, Swallowpaw wants to look on the bright side of life, believing that there must be good in everyone. This, however, can be her downfall, as even in the worst situation, she may try to point out the positives. As such, despite the fact that Swallowpaw may try to create order within the clan, she may end up creating more discord.
She aches to do what is right, looking to others and mentors as a way to figure out what she should do. Although she has a tactical mind, one made to be two steps ahead of others, Swallowpaw struggles to be confident enough to speak her mind. She aspires to be out-spoken, though her tongue ties in her mouth before she can do anything about it. This may come from the fact that Swallowpaw's parents scolded her when she spoke out against them, arguing that one's elders knows more.
A rather gentle soul, Swallowpaw wants to look on the bright side of life, believing that there must be good in everyone. This, however, can be her downfall, as even in the worst situation, she may try to point out the positives. As such, despite the fact that Swallowpaw may try to create order within the clan, she may end up creating more discord.
[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]HISTORY
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[attr="class","appFIELD"]TW: mentions of death
Birth father: Snowsong, 40 moons, alive
Birth mother: Duskblossom, 42 moons, alive
Sister: Larkkit, 5 moons, deceased
Timeline of important events:
✿ -4 moons: Duskblossom and Snowsong begin dating.
✿ 0 moons: Swallowkit and Larkkit are born
✿ 5 moons: During an adventure outside the camp, an owl swoops down and snatches Larkkit up. She is never seen again.
✿ 6 moons: Before her apprentice ceremony, Snowsong begins spending more time outside the camp.
There was a story, her mother, Duskblossom, used to tell when Swallowkit and Larkkit were young, about a she-cat who fell in love with a beautiful tom. They grew up together, see, as kits, and were never far from each other's sides. At a young age, the two were quite the terror to the ShadowClan; they pulled tricks on the older warriors, one of them calling for help, while the other laid in waiting, picking the perfect time to dart across the concerned warrior's paws and attempt to trip them. Although looking chagrined when they were chastised, the two kits returned to their antics as soon as their parents looked the other way. As they got older, the she-cat found the words to describe her pounding heart whenever the gorgeous tom looked her way. At first, she was hesitant to confess, worried that their relationship, their friendship was about to fall apart as soon as she told him her feelings. After moons of restless nights of "should I or shouldn't I's," she decided to tell him, too exhausted from the emotional turmoil within her. It wasn't the breath-taking moment she had thought of, where the two gathered, beneath the pines, with the sun setting and the birds chirping around them. Instead, it came out during a hunting patrol the two went on, right after she stumbled over her paws and squashed a mouse she had been chasing. At this sight, the tom doubled over laughing, struggling to breathe and collapsing on the ground. In a rush of adoration, the she-cat blurted out that she liked him, liked him, liked him. The tom stopped laughing. For a moment, it was as though every being on the earth held its breath as the two stared at each other. With the loudest purr she had ever heard him utter, he rushed up to her and nuzzled her cheek with his nose, murmuring his own feelings towards her. Tails entwined, the two made their way back to the patrol, their pawsteps light.
When Duskblossom finished that story, Larkkit, without hesitation, would ask about the squashed mouse with a squeak of, "But what about the mouse? Did you and dad just leave it there?" Swallowkit would jab a paw into her sister's side and hiss out a "hush!" before turning back to her mother and asking her, with wide eyes, if she could tell it again. Snowsong would lick the top of Larkkit's head and pull her closer to him, nuzzling her cheek as he reassured her that they returned for the mouse.
And for a while, the stories that Duskblossom and Snowsong would tell them were the most eventful moments of Larkkit's and Swallowkit's lives. Larkkit and Swallowkit got along as fine as sisters ever could, though Larkkit was the one, spurred on by their parents' stories, to go on as many adventures as she could. Most of the time, she roped Swallowkit into them. More of a follower than a leader, Swallowkit was happier to let her sister take charge and be dragged along than come up with the plans herself. Soon, their adventures grew from exploring just outside the nursery, to the camp, and the just outside the camp. Larkkit, never one to be satisfied with just the basics, wanted to push to explore their territory. Swallowkit tried to warn her and say that they should remain inside the camp, just in case something happened, though after a while, she gave that up. Now, she wishes that she would've pushed for her sister to remain in the camp.
One night, Larkkit prodded Swallowkit awake and hissed for her sister to follow her. Still groggy, Swallowkit made no moves to call her sister back and sleepily plodded after her. Larkkit had found something, though what it was, Swallowkit couldn't remember; everything her sister said went in one ear and out the other. They wriggled their way out of camp, tufts of their fur snagging on the camp's borders. The evening air whipped around the little kits and more than once, they struggled to remain steady on their paws. The one sound that was above the din of the howling wind was a screeching owl. The last memory Swallowkit has of Larkkit is of her turning around to say something, maybe point out where they were headed, before a brown blur swooped down. It latched onto Larkkit and dashed away. Her sister's screams and cries rattled Swallowkit to her bones.
For a moment, Swallowkit stood there, eyes wide and heart hammering. With a whimper, she turned tail and fled back to the nursery, wailing and screaming Larkkit's name. Their mother, woken up from her wails, fled to her, pressing her against her fur as Swallowkit blubbered out what happened. Despite repeated efforts, they were never able to find where Larkkit had been taken. She was presumed dead in a couple of days.
After that, something changed within the family. Swallowkit began to act out, becoming more and more reckless with her choices. She ignored warnings and took to fighting anyone who pointed out her errors. Snowsong became inconsolable, taking to staying out of camp as best he could. Perhaps clinging onto hope that the kit would come pouncing out of the forest, chirping as to why he looked so ragged. Duskblossom hovered over Swallowkit, never taking her eyes off of her. It became so difficult that the little kit wouldn't be able to play with other kits without any supervision. She suffocated Swallowkit in her tendings, chastising her and demanding respect with Swallowkit talked back.
In her tumultuous thoughts, she turned towards something that gave her a small peace of mind; watching Chanterellegaze move about, sorting herbs and tending to the wounded. It was an easy distraction for her, at least, to sit quietly at the edge of where the den began, hiding in case she was told off for bothering anyone. She was desperate to learn about medicine and healing, in struggling to heal her own thoughts and worries. Desire soon took a hold of her, as she heard the medicine cat talk of StarClan and a spark of hope flickered inside her heart. She hadn't grown up with StarClan - although her parents surely believed in those starry figures, they never pushed for their kits to be wide-eyed - but perhaps here was her chance to speak to her sister! Perhaps if she became medicine cat, she would be able to talk to Larkkit!
She began taking to sitting outside at night, at the time where the stars shone the brightest, and talking to the stars. During this time, her devotion to StarClan grew; there just had to be a way for her to talk to her sister, it just wasn't possible that she was gone forever! Although she never heard anything back from the starry cats, she swore that on some nights, a particular star winked down at her as she spoke.
As her apprentice naming ceremony drew closer, Swallowkit saw her father less and less. She asked her mother about it, though she never got a proper response as to why he wasn't around as much. When she did see him, however, he would pull her closer to him and she would fall asleep listening to his thundering heartbeat.
Soon came time for her ceremony and Swallowkit then became Swallowpaw. Now, she hopes that she can learn as much as she can in order to make that connection to her sister. Maybe, just maybe, Larkkit is smiling down at Swallowpaw, pride making her chest swell.
Birth father: Snowsong, 40 moons, alive
Birth mother: Duskblossom, 42 moons, alive
Sister: Larkkit, 5 moons, deceased
Timeline of important events:
✿ -4 moons: Duskblossom and Snowsong begin dating.
✿ 0 moons: Swallowkit and Larkkit are born
✿ 5 moons: During an adventure outside the camp, an owl swoops down and snatches Larkkit up. She is never seen again.
✿ 6 moons: Before her apprentice ceremony, Snowsong begins spending more time outside the camp.
There was a story, her mother, Duskblossom, used to tell when Swallowkit and Larkkit were young, about a she-cat who fell in love with a beautiful tom. They grew up together, see, as kits, and were never far from each other's sides. At a young age, the two were quite the terror to the ShadowClan; they pulled tricks on the older warriors, one of them calling for help, while the other laid in waiting, picking the perfect time to dart across the concerned warrior's paws and attempt to trip them. Although looking chagrined when they were chastised, the two kits returned to their antics as soon as their parents looked the other way. As they got older, the she-cat found the words to describe her pounding heart whenever the gorgeous tom looked her way. At first, she was hesitant to confess, worried that their relationship, their friendship was about to fall apart as soon as she told him her feelings. After moons of restless nights of "should I or shouldn't I's," she decided to tell him, too exhausted from the emotional turmoil within her. It wasn't the breath-taking moment she had thought of, where the two gathered, beneath the pines, with the sun setting and the birds chirping around them. Instead, it came out during a hunting patrol the two went on, right after she stumbled over her paws and squashed a mouse she had been chasing. At this sight, the tom doubled over laughing, struggling to breathe and collapsing on the ground. In a rush of adoration, the she-cat blurted out that she liked him, liked him, liked him. The tom stopped laughing. For a moment, it was as though every being on the earth held its breath as the two stared at each other. With the loudest purr she had ever heard him utter, he rushed up to her and nuzzled her cheek with his nose, murmuring his own feelings towards her. Tails entwined, the two made their way back to the patrol, their pawsteps light.
When Duskblossom finished that story, Larkkit, without hesitation, would ask about the squashed mouse with a squeak of, "But what about the mouse? Did you and dad just leave it there?" Swallowkit would jab a paw into her sister's side and hiss out a "hush!" before turning back to her mother and asking her, with wide eyes, if she could tell it again. Snowsong would lick the top of Larkkit's head and pull her closer to him, nuzzling her cheek as he reassured her that they returned for the mouse.
And for a while, the stories that Duskblossom and Snowsong would tell them were the most eventful moments of Larkkit's and Swallowkit's lives. Larkkit and Swallowkit got along as fine as sisters ever could, though Larkkit was the one, spurred on by their parents' stories, to go on as many adventures as she could. Most of the time, she roped Swallowkit into them. More of a follower than a leader, Swallowkit was happier to let her sister take charge and be dragged along than come up with the plans herself. Soon, their adventures grew from exploring just outside the nursery, to the camp, and the just outside the camp. Larkkit, never one to be satisfied with just the basics, wanted to push to explore their territory. Swallowkit tried to warn her and say that they should remain inside the camp, just in case something happened, though after a while, she gave that up. Now, she wishes that she would've pushed for her sister to remain in the camp.
One night, Larkkit prodded Swallowkit awake and hissed for her sister to follow her. Still groggy, Swallowkit made no moves to call her sister back and sleepily plodded after her. Larkkit had found something, though what it was, Swallowkit couldn't remember; everything her sister said went in one ear and out the other. They wriggled their way out of camp, tufts of their fur snagging on the camp's borders. The evening air whipped around the little kits and more than once, they struggled to remain steady on their paws. The one sound that was above the din of the howling wind was a screeching owl. The last memory Swallowkit has of Larkkit is of her turning around to say something, maybe point out where they were headed, before a brown blur swooped down. It latched onto Larkkit and dashed away. Her sister's screams and cries rattled Swallowkit to her bones.
For a moment, Swallowkit stood there, eyes wide and heart hammering. With a whimper, she turned tail and fled back to the nursery, wailing and screaming Larkkit's name. Their mother, woken up from her wails, fled to her, pressing her against her fur as Swallowkit blubbered out what happened. Despite repeated efforts, they were never able to find where Larkkit had been taken. She was presumed dead in a couple of days.
After that, something changed within the family. Swallowkit began to act out, becoming more and more reckless with her choices. She ignored warnings and took to fighting anyone who pointed out her errors. Snowsong became inconsolable, taking to staying out of camp as best he could. Perhaps clinging onto hope that the kit would come pouncing out of the forest, chirping as to why he looked so ragged. Duskblossom hovered over Swallowkit, never taking her eyes off of her. It became so difficult that the little kit wouldn't be able to play with other kits without any supervision. She suffocated Swallowkit in her tendings, chastising her and demanding respect with Swallowkit talked back.
In her tumultuous thoughts, she turned towards something that gave her a small peace of mind; watching Chanterellegaze move about, sorting herbs and tending to the wounded. It was an easy distraction for her, at least, to sit quietly at the edge of where the den began, hiding in case she was told off for bothering anyone. She was desperate to learn about medicine and healing, in struggling to heal her own thoughts and worries. Desire soon took a hold of her, as she heard the medicine cat talk of StarClan and a spark of hope flickered inside her heart. She hadn't grown up with StarClan - although her parents surely believed in those starry figures, they never pushed for their kits to be wide-eyed - but perhaps here was her chance to speak to her sister! Perhaps if she became medicine cat, she would be able to talk to Larkkit!
She began taking to sitting outside at night, at the time where the stars shone the brightest, and talking to the stars. During this time, her devotion to StarClan grew; there just had to be a way for her to talk to her sister, it just wasn't possible that she was gone forever! Although she never heard anything back from the starry cats, she swore that on some nights, a particular star winked down at her as she spoke.
As her apprentice naming ceremony drew closer, Swallowkit saw her father less and less. She asked her mother about it, though she never got a proper response as to why he wasn't around as much. When she did see him, however, he would pull her closer to him and she would fall asleep listening to his thundering heartbeat.
Soon came time for her ceremony and Swallowkit then became Swallowpaw. Now, she hopes that she can learn as much as she can in order to make that connection to her sister. Maybe, just maybe, Larkkit is smiling down at Swallowpaw, pride making her chest swell.
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| SWALLOW; for her brown tabby markings | WISH; for her optimistic outlook on life |
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[attr="class","appOOCfield"]I will be opening adoptions for Swansong and Duskblossom when Swallowpaw is accepted!! [To be deleted later: but if Swallow doesn't become mca then I can change things around!!] | |
