Swiftshadow | F | Mistclan

[rotwhyler]

Swiftshadow Female 30 Moons Bisexual Mistclan Warrior Sitting pretty in the prime of life Appearance Swiftshadow has been on the smaller side since birth. She has short, black fur that clings to a lithe frame and long legs that can carry her like the wind, or so she’d say. Her paws are small, allowing light-footed movement, giving her a bit of an advantage when hunting. Although there’s a hint of brown tinting throughout her body, it becomes darker towards her paws, giving the appearance of very subtle socks; the same goes for the tip of her tail. Her canine teeth poke out just the tiniest bit from her upper lip. Personality Ever since kithood, Swiftshadow has been a bit of a nervous nancy. She overthinks most things, and takes caution with almost all of her actions. Despite this, she’s on the clever side although one might see her as a head in the clouds sort of type. She’s often lost in thought and is quiet, and seems more willing to participate in philosophical conversation than small talk. This can make Swiftshadow hard to get to know, but she really is friendly! One would just have to get past the reserved exterior. Her belief in Starclan is little, if there’s any at all, yet she seems fascinated by the subject and enjoys debates about it. Some can catch her gazing up at the stars on clear nights, far past the time she should be sleeping. Her nights are restless and ridden with bad dreams, so she can appear disheveled at times, and can be victim to exhaustion at particularly bad times. History Swiftshadow was born under a full moon, and her superstitious mother would claim this is the reason for her bad dreams. While most cats revere the full moon as a time of peace, her mother thought differently, always being the peculiar one. There was a brother named Hawkkit, and eventually Hawkpaw, but he disappeared one night, nowhere to be found. Swiftshadow and him were never close, so it didn’t bother her too much, although sometimes she thinks about what could have happened to him. Upon apprenticeship, her above average skill in hunting bloomed, as did her affinity for agile movement. She caught her first rabbit at only seven moons old, and became a warrior at 12 moons. Her parents were much older than the average kitting couple, and her mother passed away just a moon before her current age, while her father remains on the cusp of becoming an elder.