swanwolf of windclan

SWANWOLF ✻ WINDCLAN

name

swankit .. swanpaw .. swanwolf

reasoning

 when his mother first laid eyes upon her single kit; it was in a moment of single awe. she herself was a darker colored cat; and to produce a white tom was something out of her mind - although her kit's father was indeed white. it was from there that the young kit was christen swankit for his white coat. it would take moons of growing and developing for the clan to see his true strength; his loyalty to his clan was near unbreakable and for that they gave him the suffix swanwolf for like a wolf in a pack; he stayed loyal to his leader.

age

forty-two moons old

gender

tom

alliance

windclan .. windclan

rank

kit .. apprentice warrior

physique

short description

a tall, lean white tom with brilliant blue eyes.

physical description

x. when cats look upon the ranks of windclan, they see an odd thing happening. not only in who is leading what, but in the fact that a cat; whose height and body shape makes him easy to stand among some of the taller clan mates. swanwolf is quite the tom in size; while his legs are not nearly as long as his leader's, swanwolf is a sure in for second or third place among the cats of windclan. with his long; well run-in legs; the tom has developed enough lean muscle to keep him running across the moors for seasons to come. with a short pelt; instead of a medium one, swanwolf is quite oddly the one cat who complains just a little more about the cold weather; and then teasingly jokes about the hot. but that is not where we end; with a set of large, wide ears the middle-age tom is able to hear for long distances. with so many good sides; there has to be a down side right? correct! meet his striking white pelt. swanwolf's father's genes make up for this; as swanwolf's mother was on the darker side; so when one see's swanwolf, they note his short white pelt, usually covered in a thin layer of dust and mud to keep himself hidden from prey. they will also note his large, blue eyes that over time will lead to his troubling; soundless end. it's almost certain that a cat with blue eyes and a completely white body will go deaf in time; and for swanwolf; when his moons turn into the sixties; his hearing will begin to die.

personality

positives

• courageous
• brave
• loyal
• kind
• warmhearted
  

negatives

• narrow-minded
• stubborn
• sarcastic
• reckless
• bold
  

the past

the history

snowflake really hated his life. it was why on the night of his twenty-second moon he fled from his house hold into the woods to gain an adventure! he was never one to wander so far; and when he did manage to resurface; he met a beautiful golden brown she-cat. he learned her name; 'i'm copperbelly. who are you?' and to him, he knew that his silly feminine name of snowflake would never do. 'ice, my name is ice. where is your collar?' and there meetings would continue; every  four days; snowflake would come to visit and copperbelly would sneak out to meet him. it was something they both grew to love and on one night they took it the step further; alas, it would all be down hill from there. 'oh copperbelly, i must return... in four days time.' he would meow, 'until then, my love.' she would add and they would part. but this, was the last copperbelly would ever see of her beloved mate. for in the second day she would find she was pregnant and on the fourth day she would be found by her brother bramblethorn; alone weeping for a lost love you didn't return. snowflake would look up from his caged box in the back of a monster and watch as dusk turned to night and night to dawn and he knew he had lost his love.

copperbelly was heartbroken, and her brother didn't help at all in the way things would go. 'why won't you tell me copperbelly? is it ivoryfang. i bet it's ivoryfang!' and so the rumors would begin; or copperbelly and ivoryfang mating and having kits together. copperbelly had been good friends with the tom growing up and when he indeed came to her one cloudy morning she weeped and explained; 'they are another tom's kits; but bramblethorn believes they are yours... i don't know what to do. help me ivoryfang. please!' needless to say, the tom smiled sweetly to the she-cat and offered to play it off. so as copperbelly's belly grew in size, ivoryfang grew more worried about their idea; of their plan and of the welfare of copperbelly's kits. 'are you sure copperbelly? i do not want you to have your kits hate you for lying to them.' to which copperbelly would meow; 'it is better i lie, then tell them their father abandon us.' and so it would come. on the day of the kits birth; copperbelly weeped more openly as she noticed the four bundles of fur unmoving. she named them as followed; falconkit, hawk-kit, lightkit and palekit. as ivoryfang and copperbelly brought the still bundles to their own personal graveyard; it would seem that the last kit deemed it time to come. it was in those moments that young copperbelly saw the light of her son's pelt and upon her dying breath named him 'swankit.'

ivoryfang would return with the kitten screaming for food; his own pale colored pelt riddled with blood and his own face broken and torn as he placed the young kitten at the only other queen's belly. tinyheart was a small she-cat with whom had two kits; both a moon older then swankit. 'i... i do not want to ask this of you sister.' ivoryfang would meow, and yet tinyheart would take the young tom cat into her heart and raise him. 'swankit eh? milk-kit, stormkit, come here, meet your cousin.' it would be a long day for young ivoryfang as he grieved for a mate who was not his; and for a friend who had lost a sister. 'swankit, she named him swankit. ooh this will be fun.' bramblethorn would meow and together, the three older cats would watch the kitten suckle into the night. weeks would fly by; and many would wonder if the young tom would be gifted with ivoryfang's brilliant green eyes; or with copperbelly's beautiful amber ones; but upon opening, they noticed the young tom held bright blue eyes that seemed to question the lights that danced across. 'alright boy, can you hear me?' paleface would meow one day and swankit would purr and nod. 'of course i can silly.' with this established, swankit would run out after his cousins (clear noted as his cousins and not sisters) to play. 'milk-kit, stormkit, wait up you silly furballs!' but that was all well.

it was indeed fun when young swankit meowed in annoyance when milk-kit and stormkit became apprentices. but a moon would pass and then swankit would become swanpaw. 'your mentor will be bramblethorn. bramblethorn treat him well.' and that night he would sleep beside his cousins once more and meow on and on how his uncle was his mentor. 'i bet he'll be easy on me!' he would meow; but little milkpaw shook her head. 'i heard he's harsher with his apprentices. batsong told me!' and in that night he felt worry pass over him. many cats would see right away that the young tom was eager and warm-hearted. they could tell he was always bouncing around helping any queens or elders, and always willing to groom a cat's pelt if they wanted it. he was just a good cat over all, but as the training dawned on; they began to notice things. he was a courageous tom; when he stood up for milkpaw during a training session. 'i'll take her turn; she's ill. if i win, you let her go rest. if i lose, i will do two laps around the territory!' his mentor went easy on him and milkpaw went back to camp with a cold. it was on one day when stormpaw's mentor set up a practice. it was designed to show surprise attacks; and bramblethorn would attack from behind when they least expect it. when bramblethorn leap towards stormpaw; swanpaw went between the two cats.

it was also the day they discovered he was reckless. they could tell he was growing tired; but young swanpaw kept pushing and pushing until finally his running got him into trouble. he fell head over heels and twisted a paw. he was brought back to the medicine cat's den; only to sneak out later to try once more. bramblethorn had never been more disappointed. as training dawn on, and milkpaw became milkpelt and stormpaw became stormeye, swanpaw strive to prove his loyalty to his clan; and on one night he met a old white tom sitting on his border. 'hello young man, do you know a copperbelly?' would be the cat's first words and swanpaw would bristle. 'that's my mom. what is it to you!' he would snap and watch as the cat looked bothered. 'she has found another?' he would ask; and swanpaw bristled more so. 'she's dead. what do you want?!' he would hiss, and watch as the tom weep before him. 'my name is snowflake.... your mother; a long time ago, we were mates... but i was taken... oh boy. i am so sorry.' swanpaw would hiss at the cat and chase him off. but curiosity took his brain.

he approached not only his aunt, but his uncle and father. 'i met a cat named snowflake at the border... he says mom was his mate. that's a lie right dad?' he would ask; and ivoryfang would drag out the story of his mother. as each detail was showed, young swanpaw lifted his head and stared down ivoryfang. 'so dad what does that have to do with this snowflake character. he may be my father, but you raised me. doesn't change a thing.' he snapped, before turning tails. twilightstar would see the loyalty that the young tom held and at his warrior ceremony; swanpaw became swanwolf. it was here that the young tom was beyond excited; for as he sat that night, he dreamed of times long since passed; of sweet words that only a mother could provide. but none came and with eyes lifting up to the sky he whispered under his breath; 'mother hear me now, have i made you proud?' of course nothing but the gentle wind blew and he felt no better or worst and so he closed his eyes for but a moment and continued his veil.

it would be said that on his sixteenth moon he gained an apprentice known as gorsepaw; a sweet and gentle young she-cat who swanwolf felt deeply for. it was in those times as he worked with his apprentice that his love for the young she-cat grew, and with each day he felt a pull towards the younger cat. it would come to pass that on her eleventh moon she approached her mentor with a cheeky grin and whispered into his ear; 'i know you like me swanwolf, now hurry up and teach me to be a warrior so i can like you back properly' it was with in the next two moons he trained his apprentice harder; watching as she laughed 'is that all you got?!' before gorsepaw became gorseflower; and to swanwolf it was one of his most precious days. the first day as a warrior gorseflower and swanwolf took out a small patrol with bramblethorn and an apprentice known as ferretpaw and they came across the white cat once more. 'swanpaw? lad! how are you my boy.' but swanwolf ignored the cat, telling him to back off and to never return. it would be that night as he lay beside gorseflower that he told her of who the white cat was, and she had cuffed him over the head; 'he is your father, old and tired. why don't you try to know him for your mother's sake!'

but that did not happen. not for many moons. it was on his thirty-eighth moon that he watched his father die from an infection he had gotten on the journeys to visit his son. 'i wish i could of seen her... seen you grow up... please... swan...' but his father's hushed words fadded as swanwolf lean down to touch noses with the tom whose genes ran through him. 'i forgave my mother a long time ago; and you, father - i hope she finds you up there.' with a small smile the two toms parted for the last time; one drawing it's last breath before the paws of a son who cared no more for him then his own mother. but it would also dawn the day that he; swanwolf; took an actual mate in with gorseflower.

about you

alias rosie
timezone, state, and country eastern, ontario, canada
other character sycamorecloud of shadowclan.