~Adventures in Escaping Frustration~Swanpaw's Gallery

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Hello. It’s good to see you’ve made it to Swany’s Gallery. Please, do come out of the storm and feel free to browse the shelves. No, the cat’s aren’t in any real order, and yes they’re probably in need of some dusting up. The Bio’s with (*) next to them are my high muse cats and the one’s with (#) next to them mean I’m working on getting back my muse.

(*) - High Muse..
(#) - Working on Muse..
(^) - No Muse to Speak of..

Table of Contents:

(#)Silentpaw {[b]IVORY} – Windclan – She-cat
(#)Swanpaw – Riverclan – She-cat
(^)Ebonblossom – Shadowclan – She-cat
(#)Scorpiokit {PAW} – Shadowclan – She-cat
(^)Whisperkit – Thunderclan – She-cat
(*)Echothorn – Thunderclan – Tom
(*)Rage – No Clan – Tom
(^)Reena – Kittypet – She-cat
(*)Toykit – Windclan – Tom[/b]

Character Name: Silentpaw - Ivory

Character Age: 10 - 17 moons

Gender: She-cat

Alliance: Windclan

Rank: Apprentice

Appearance: Light boned and sleek, Silentpaw has glossy fur and a cream coloured pelt with light brown streaks running through it. She has dark brown eyes with flecks of yellow and green. Long thick eye lashes frame her eyes. Directly above her eyes, she has two small dark brown spots and a small white scar can be seen underneath her left eye. Her tail is long and has several light brown rings around it with a dark brown point on the end. She has slender limbs and a slight frame, often making her appear small or fragile. Her right ear has a small clip in it and her whiskers are long. Her muzzle is a darker colour then the streaks on her back and she has small teardrop patterns under her eyes.

Personality: As her name suggests, Silentpaw prefers to keep a low profile and speaks better with her body language then her mouth. This can sometimes mean she appears distant to other cats, who think she can be ‘a bit of a dreamer’. She likes to think things through before giving an opinion. She values the mind and wits over brute force, preferring to think her way out a situation rather than fight her way out. This might be steamed form her lack of muscle and power. It doesn’t mean that she will compromise the safety of her clan over her life, she’ll still put her life on the line for what she believes in. She only gives her friendship over to people who she trusts or respects and can sometimes come across as suspicious because of this. When she does talk to others, she’s kind and will quietly offer advice to those who need it.

Likes:
• Calm debates
• Hunting alone or in a small group
• Silence
• Night time

Dislikes:
• Violence without reason
• Lying or traitorous behaviour
• Loud social gatherings – she’s not really suited for large crowds

Strengths:
• Speed – long limbs and light frame
• Her mind/knowledge
• Perseverance

Weaknesses:
• Lack of Muscle mass – her size/frame
• Slightly antisocial/doesn’t like lot’s of social interaction for extended periods of time. It makes her feel uncomfortable and claustrophobic.
• Relying on her mind to get her out of situations
• Doesn’t trust without reason

History: Silentpaw, although having a lot of the Windclan traits, wasn’t born into the clan. Her mother abandoned her at the young age of three moons, leaving her father to care for her and her siblings. One of her brothers died, having been born blind and defenceless. Silentpaw never found out what happened to him. Her father just told her that there had been a horrible accident and that her brother was no longer with them. At the age of five moons, her father took her and her older brother through land that was being developed.

While her father was off hunting her brother tried to push her under the wheel of a truck that was moving soil to and from the site. Wounded and hurt by her brother’s betrayal, Silentpaw pleaded with her father to let her go her own way. Not believing her old enough to defend herself, he said it was out of the question. Several weeks later while moving through a mind swept moor, her father was showing her and her brother the basics of hunting. Leaving the two kit’s to go hunting, Silentpaw’s brother tried to get rid of her again. They very briefly fought and in the confrontation Silentpaw received her scar under her eye and the clip on her ear. Ceasing the chance, Silentpaw made a brake for it. Weak and wounded, a patrol found her shivering beside the older badge set.
Acceptance into the clan has been a long and tiring journey for Silentpaw and she still doesn’t feel as if she truly belongs. Preferring to keep to herself as much as possible and avoid pointless confrontations.

Roleplay Sample:

It was hot, the sun poured down over the moor giving everything a hazy image. It was the kind of day where she would have preferred to be sitting under a tree or lazily enjoying the heat. Silence stared down at her paws trying to keep the worried expression from showing on her face. Her father was going over the rules, again. He would be off hunting soon and ever since the ‘truck incident’ Silence felt like she could no longer put her trust in her brother.

Looking over briefly at the tom that held all her problems, Silence could see the tabby was carefully listening to their father’s words. Venomous pain filled her entire being, why did he have to betray her like he did. As if reading her thoughts the, the one eye she could see suddenly turned to look at her. The day didn’t seem so hot any more. Silence shivered like she’d jumped into a stream in the middle of bare-leaf. Hastily looking down at the dusty ground Silence felt like her heart had just jumped into her throat, preformed a flip, and then plunged back into her chest. Her brother’s eyes were the eyes of a killer.

Character Name: Swanpaw-Feather

Character Age: Six-Eight moons

Gender: She-cat

Rank: Apprentice

Appearance: Swanpaw has a soft white pelt and running along her back is a ridge of dark gray fur which ends at the tip of her tail. Her eyes are a dark blue and the pupil seems to melt into them. Swanpaw is small for her age and still retains the look of a kit. She's short haired and her tail is long and sleek making up for her small appearance. The only thing that’ll change as she ages is her height; however, she will still be slightly on the small side.

Personality: Calm and collected, Swanpaw prefers to evaluate the situation from all sides before self giving her verdict. However, being withdrawn slightly she often holds her anger inside her which gives her great pain and can often bubble over unexpectedly giving her an unstable attitude at times.

History: Swanpaw was found as a kit, freezing near the river edge in the heart of bareleaf. It was thought that she had been left there by her mother as a second scent was found nearby. The warriors that found her took pity on her situation and brought her back to camp with them. Swanpaw was accepted over time and has always been slightly different. Nobody quite knows what happened to her mother but it is thought that she may have been killed by the cold. Swanpaw won't tell anybody whether she knows anything either so the topic is slightly forgotten.

Character Name: Ebonblossom

Character Age: 20-22 moons

Gender: She-cat

Clan: Shadowclan

Rank: Warrior (currently a Queen)

Appearance: As black as the night, Ebonblossom gets her name from her pelt, which is glossy and smooth with little scaring left over from previous battles. She has long legs and appears quite tall but not so much as to make her appear lanky. Her eyes are a soft violet colour tending towards dark blue, in the dark they glow softly and can give her a spooky look. Ebonblossom’s claws are unusually long but on her long legs they appear almost natural. The only significant scar that can be seen is one running from the top of her left back hip to the start of her tail; it can only be seen in sunlight as it’s very faint and thin. Her tail is long enough to look slightly unbalancing and she can often find this to her disadvantage in battle.

Personality: Ebonblossom is a soft spoken and kind queen with a fiery temper that can appear when she’s feeling sad or misunderstood. She also hides an unstable nature but has only ever let it take control of her twice as a way to release stress. She has a quite nature and is often troubled by the death of her litter, it gives her great sadness and as a way of escaping her past she tries to mother the kits who’s mother’s have died or were simply found. This can often give her an overprotective or overbearing personality when around her friends.

History: Ebonblossom was born into the clan and has spent all her life serving and fighting loyally however, she fell in love and had an entire litter of still born kits. It still haunts her, giving her the occasional nightmare and an unstable nature.

Other: Ebonblossom is the adopted mother of Shadowkit. She is also the adopted mother of Icekit.

Character Name: Scorpiokit-paw-song

Gender: She-cat

Age: Four Moons-Six Moons

Clan: Shadowclan

Rank: Kit-Paw

Appearance: A small kit with sandy coloured fur and brown spots. The tip of her ears and tail are a reddish black, when attacking, Scorpiokit often holds her tail slightly above her head giving her the impression of a scorpion. She has large ears with tufts of fur on the tips and her tail is sleek and long. Her eyes are a dark green with an inner ring of bright green. Although young, Scorpiokit’s claws are already long and ivory in colour. She has a small and lither figure but as she grows she’ll become quite tall, however she will remain a slender she-cat at best.

Personality: Scorpiokit is usually a very quiet, polite and self contained kit. But like her name sake when she becomes aggravated or threatened Scorpiokit will quickly change into a hostile and poisonous cat with a ferocious temper. She holds her friends close to her heart and will only make one or two true friends in her life time. Scorpiokit will grow up to be a cunning and charismatic she-cat. Able to point out where things are going wrong and opt for a solution that will have things go in her favour, having nothing to lose and everything to gain.

History: Born to a ferocious loner, Scorpiokit was mistreated and bullied for the greater part of her kit-hood being the smaller kit in a litter of two. When she was nearly four moons old and becoming deathly sick her mother dragged her into the Carrion Place and left her. Deeming her not fit to live as she was too much of a hassle and not willing to fall into submission. Scorpiokit was found later that evening having wander just out of the Carrion Place in search of her mother, when the patrol first spotted her she was weak and unhealthy but still reacted to their presence by lifting getting to her feet with her tail above her head and growling. But she was too weak to retain her posture for very long and collapsed, leading the patrol to take her promptly back to camp.

Character Name: Whisperkit- Paw - Web

Character Age: Four Moons

Gender: She-cat

Clan: Thunderclan

Appearance: Small gray tabby, with dark back and gray stripes crisscrossing over her body. She has beautiful blue green eyes and petit lashes that frame her face. Her whiskers are long and wisp like giving off the illusion that she has spider webs stuck to her face. She has a small pink nose and a snowy white stripe down her forehead. Above her eyes on both sides of her face she has two black dots. Her ears are slightly rounded and her tail is long making her slightly unbalanced while running but perfect and climbing at high speeds through trees. She had lanky limbs and elongated claws giving her a strange overall appearance.

Personality: Agile in both tongue and foot, Whisperkit takes to telling tall tales which frequently get her in trouble. She pulls people along for her adventures often organising expeditions to places in the territory against orders. She has a bouncy nature and likes to talk, constantly going on about her plans for the future or things she’s seen or overheard. Her favourite down time pass-time is lying in the sun baked grass and slowly falling asleep watching the clouds go past.

History: Found on the Sunning Rocks lazily chasing a butterfly, it is unknown whether Whisperkit is of Thunderclan decent, Riverclan, loner, or some combination of either. Getting her name from her constant babblings about a ‘blind whispered silence’ it was believed that Whisperkit could have been talking about her parents or siblings.

Other: Nope...

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Character Name: Echothorn

Character Age: 24 moons

Gender: Tom

Clan: Thunderclan

Rank: Warrior

Appearance: A large cat with broad shoulders and well built muscle, Echothorn has an arrangement of long gray and black stripes running all over his pelt. His short fur is glossy and were it not for the long scar running down his side it would appear unmarked. He has soft forest green eyes which all most always hold a kind hearted look. His claws are long and ivory in colour and he has one missing on his left front paw. Echothorn has an average sized tail with a white tipped end and black stripes encircling it. His underbelly has a soft tanned colour and often looks like he’s rolled around in the dirt. His left ear bares a scar from an old battle and his whiskers are long and look slightly out of place.

Personality: Echothorn has the typical easy going nature presumed of most Thunderclanners and he likes to settle things with words first if at all possible. When things do come to a fight he tries to break things up with as little injuries as possible. That does not mean he won’t fight to the death for his clan, given the chance Echothorn will stand up willingly for his friends. Often trying to take their places if the going gets tough or he believes the situation to be getting out of hand. Echothorn enjoys talking with the kits in the nursery in a small sheltered hope to one day have some he can call his own. Because of his easy going nature Echothorn tries to see the best in everyone and accepts all manners of nature.

Likes:
• Storms
• Kits
• ‘Peace-and-quiet’
• The smell of pine trees

Dislikes:
• Violence without thought/Unplanned attacks
• Being ambushed
• Awkward situation due to unresolved conflict
• ‘Heat waves’ during Newleaf

Strengths:
• Stealth
• Defusing tense situations
• Fighting during wet conditions {Doesn’t include swimming}

Weaknesses:
• Too trusting
• His brawn can hinder him in close combat with many other opponents
• Hay fever

History: Born and raised under Thunderclan’s protection, Echothorn is proud of his heritage and all those he shares it with. Being the son of two lesser known warriors Echothorn always felt like he had to become something far greater than his parents. This meant that for a time, Echothorn was an incredibly difficult apprentice. His already young and energy bound mind was fuelled with the determination to prove himself. As a result Echothorn concocted the brilliant idea of capturing a Shadowclanner and bringing them back to camp as a prisoner. The young hare-brained apprentice snuck out of camp late one night and stalked the Shadowclan boundary for some time before falling asleep during the early hours of the morning. Echothorn was found by a passing Shadowclan patrol later that day and had a skiff with one of the older Shadowclan apprentices’. The short and not to violent battle resulted to nothing except a humbling to his pride and extra duties upon his arrival back at camp. After this experience Echothorn became a far less ambitious and hare-brained individual and began to break apart fights, rather than go looking for one.

Roleplaying Sample: Echothorn pushed his way through the bushes, stalking across the ground with his nose close to the forest floor. Leaves flickered in his vision as a breeze swept through the forest. He was hunting near the river. Not far from the border and all seemed to be well and good in the forest. It was the sort of quiet that spoke of the fullness of life. A quiet that rocked across the ground and trembled in his paws as he stalked.

Echothorn opened his mouth to draw in the scents of the surrounding wilderness. A wind rushed over his nose and gave him a greater picture of the world outside of his immediate vision. The smells of newleaf were all around him and Echothorn could feel his belly tightening with morning hunger. Suddenly a strange scent filled the air and a scuffling sound in the bushes up ahead made his ears stand to attention. Due to moons spent honing his battle skills the gray tabby tom felt his muscles coil. He paused only for a second before charging into the bushes and throwing himself out into the open.

Other: Cleaning up an old bio. ;3

REVAMPED! ;3

Character Name: Rage

Character Age: 15 - 17 moons

Gender: Tom

Sexuality: Gay

Alliance: ?

Appearance: A dark coloured tabby with sleek fur and a well built frame. Rage has white blue eyes that can often been mistaken for blindness. The scars of many battles litter his pelt and he wears them like trophies. Rage has long claws, ivory in colour and one missing on his back right paw. Unlike his sister his frame is not that of a runner, although he does not possess a huge build. He has small black tufts of fur on the tips of his ears, and unique white spots on the backs. He has soft, dust coloured under-belly fur and large cream paws. Long, thin stripes dash across the back of his pelt before wrapping around his tail. Only ceasing when the colour changes to a gentle cream at the tip of this long and graceful appendage.

Personality: Although charismatic at times Rage is ultimately a cruel character. When he was younger he went about planning the death of his sister, Silence. Although unsuccessful, Rage fell into the habit of dealing with his problems through death. He didn’t kill his father although it is presumed as much. Rage looked up to his father and often found comfort in his words. When he died through a ganged cat attack it just furthered Rage’s resolve in the things he was doing. If court in a better mood, Rage is known to be respectful, courteous and sometimes even forgiving. He even has a soft spot for kits.

Likes:
• Shadows
• Night-time
• Peace-and-quiet
• His job
• Intricate details
• Kits (as long as they’re not too irritating)
• Quiet/amusing conversations

Dislikes:
• People saying he killed his father
• Being reminded of personal kills (ie his brother, his attempt on his sister…)
• The colour purple
• Failure
• Cats with no imagination

Strengths:
• Masking (pulling on a mask during conversation, it wouldn’t do for a professional assassin to be thought too unstable)
• Calm under pressure
• Focus and professionalism on the job
• Being silent

Weaknesses:
• He’s slightly unstable
• Bad at emotional attachment
• Kit’s: He'll put himself in danger to get them to safety. Even if Rage wouldn’t like the cat as they grew older he’d still save them

History: Rage is the oldest in a litter of three; himself, and his younger siblings Silence and Hollow. |Hollow, the youngest, was born blind|. When they were very young their mother abandoned the litter and left the three with their father. After many a moon where Hollow nearly got all of the family killed |accidents due to his kit-ish behaviour paired with the tom’s inability to see| Rage pushed his brother down a gully so that his indirect actions could no longer harm any of them. The death still plagues him as they were quite close. After Hollow’s death Rage became a very bitter and jaded person, often unstably lashing out.

Through his twisted mind, Rage came to the conclusion that Silence was getting in the way of his time with their father. The young kit was desperate for their father’s attention after their mother left and with the death of Hollow there was no one else to talk with. |Silence and Rage never got along|. So the tabby tom tried his best to get rid of his sister. His first attempt was during the family’s quest for new hunting grounds.

#1; Their father was taking them through land being developed and left the pair to go hunting. Rage; now twisted with grief and suffering, told Silence the two of them should play among the building frames and construction vehicles. Being innocent of her brother’s changed nature the younger she-cat agreed. Halfway through a game of tag the tom tried to push his sister under the wheel of a truck that was moving soil to and from the site. This attempt failed as Silence got out of the way in time.

#2; Rage’s second attempt to kill his sister held similar results. The family was travelling through a windswept moor several weeks later and after teaching the two a few basic fighting moves their father left to find food. Seizing the chance Rage attacked his sister. While he managed to scar Silence under the eye and clip her ear the much faster and slimmer she-cat managed to escape into the long grass.

Cursing his rotten luck Rage returned to find his father frantically searching for the pair. The tom proclaimed that Silence had left as she had wished to. |After the first attack Silence had expressed a desire to leave the family|. When his father inquired as to why Rage had small amounts of blood on his pelt the tom stated that he and Silence had practiced their fighting moves for a time before the she-cat told him she was leaving. Rage told his father they should let her go and that she would be fine.

Though he mourned for a time, Rage’s father ultimately decided they would continue alone.
The pair were content for a time and continued to travel. Even though Rage could no longer sleep without awakening from broken and distorted dreams the tom was more-or-less happy to be rid of his sister. The tabby tom grew up fast and confident, often leaving his father to hunt for the pair of them. On one such evening Rage came home from a successful hunting trip, his maw full of rabbit, to find his father’s blood spilling from his pelt. Many scratches littered the older tom’s pelt and the scent of numerous cat’s filled the clearing. The tabby stayed with his father, refusing to eat or sleep until the elder cat passed away.

Driven off the edge by rage and passion; Rage hunted down the group of felines and attempted to exterminate them. His endeavour failed and the twisted tom crawled away to die. Hours away from death the dazed tom was approached by a small silver-gray tabby she-cat. Upon inquiring about his condition Rage spat at her and attempted to claw off the she-cat’s face. Ignoring his poisonous and unstable behaviour the she-cat nursed Rage back to health |unknown to him was the small she-cats ample ability in the practice of medicine|. Over the next few weeks the she-cat introduced herself as Reena. |When Rage later asked Reena where she learned to heal he was politely told that it was none of his business.|

Rage spent the next six or so moons conditioning and training his body in to the well oiled fighting machine it is to this day. The tom earned a name for himself and a reputation as a skilled assassin for hire. Before eventually returning to kill the gang of cats that took his father’s life. Rage still returns to Reena for remedies to his more serious injuries.

Other: Long History is long. ;3

UNDER RECONSTRUCTION!

Name: Reena

Age: 14 moons

Gender: She-cat

Rank: N/A

Clan: N/A

Appearance: Small, pretty dappled tabby. She has beautiful big blue eyes and an intelligent smile. Her two-legs don’t make her wear a collar; however, she does have a chip to identify her if caught by the pound. She has a light gray under belly and small white flecks above her eyes. She has a long tail and small ivory claws that she will use to defend her territory.

Personality: Reena is a quiet she-cat, not prone to large social gatherings. However, she is somewhat adventurous and spends a lot of time outside her garden. She likes to say she can hunt, and she can in a way, but most of her posture is incorrect. Her humans are very relaxed about her comings and goings, often not missing her for a couple of days or so. She is calm most of the time and appreciates a polite conversation.

WIP for CDC!

Character Name: Toykit – Toypaw – Toysoldier

Gender: Tom

Sexuality: Gay

Appearance: Bengal cat. Redish-brown coat with dark spots and a white muzzle. Light green eyes.

Personality:
|Kit through to Apprentice| Smug, brave, outgoing, smart-ass, joker, competitive, slightly aggressive, charming
|Warrior| More understanding and less full of himself (He’ll keep the above attributes too, they’ll have just toned down with age. ;3)