Swiftpaw - Shadowclan [done]

Swiftpaw is a pure white tom. There is not a single blemish on his coat. He blends in perfectly with the snow in leaf bare, but other than that he sticks out like a sore thumb. Especially on Shadowclan's very open territory. His eyes are ivy green in color, and aren't really special in any way. They are just simple and always alight with the innocence of a young child.


Swiftpaw is an average sized tom. He will grow up to be about the size of an average male cat, nothing special. His paws are small, allowing him to have quick and well rooted footing. His legs are lean and long, giving him the speed of a Windclan cat. His shoulders are broad, but his actual body is quite slender. His shoulders look misplaced, almost like the belong on the body of another cat.

Swiftpaw has an ego. He is handsome; he knows it, and he flaunts it. He lets it infiltrate his mind and take over most of his actions, causing him to be selfish by nature. He literally, thinks of himself before he does anything. Anything at all. A drowning kit in the river you say? Well hold on, will I die if I try? That would be his exact thought process. That is, if he has time to think. He is rather impulsive, not really ever thinking before speaking... or acting...



Now, he is not ambitious like most cats with his personality are. Rather, he is content that he made it this far. He was told most of his life that he would never amount to anything, so everything he is, everything he does, is him trying to prove her wrong. He has serious self-esteem issues, but no one would ever know that by his confident, flirtatious, and charismatic approach to everyone who passes by him. He's seen as the epitome of friendliness and confidence, which is not always true in his thoughts. He tries his best to at least be cordial to everyone, but lets face it, everyone has those cats they hate. He just keeps his opinions to himself.



He's not at all a gossiper. Or would ever tell you off, or scream at you. He is the type play with you. He loves to play games and screw with minds. In fact, he relishes in it. He would be an intense chess player, but only if his opponent is worth fighting. He doesn't like to play with someone who can't play back. That's half the enjoyment. He is a quiet tom, one that doesn't talk unless spoken too.



And whatever you do, for the love of God, do not anger him.



When he is angry he turns into a monster. He looses all control, all will to stop the monster within him. He lets loose the darkest corners of his mind and he turns into a completely different tom. He will fight anything that is in his path, whether you caused his anger or not, until he feels satisfied. He will kill if he has to in order get the darkness back at bay. He tries to keep everything under control, he does. But sometimes he can't. He just can't hold everything in.

Swiftpaw was born into a family of cats that hated him. Well, in a way. His mother, Ivyleaf, is a terribly grumpy she-cat. She has been hurt more times than what Swiftpaw could imagine, but he doesn't really care. Mostly because she has always told him that he will never be anything like Talonpaw. Oh Talonpaw. The pride and joy of the family, and the ever living god in his mother's eyes. Swiftpaw could never match Talonpaw, oh never. This is probably where the flower of anger grew from - the seed of jealousy. Though their history is just beginning, the three kits are intent on making their own mark on society.