Post by Ashpaw on May 24, 2007 16:24:32 GMT -5
Name: Swallowkit
Age: 5 and three quarters
Alliance: rough
Rank: kit, almost apprentice
Gender: she cat
Appearance: www.osmond-riba.org/lis/Graphics/catmarlowe.jpg
Personality: Swallowpaw is very imaginative, and can make a game out of almost anything. She is curious by nature, though it can get her into trouble at times. She is very understanding of many things, cats being one of them, but also the connection that each being has with each other .she has a deep love of water, it casts her into an awe filled state in which she loves being. Another one of her loves is the moon. She is comforted by it, for more reasons than she can fathom. She is very bright, often learning quickly. Being an excellent listener, Swallowpaw absolutely adores stories, partly because it exercises her fantastic imagination. Her amber eyes burst with wild curiosity of the world, searching for adventures to be had. She loves to serve her clan, and is greatly loyal to them, though her sense of being born else ware often drags her out of the camp and off to have some alone time and wonder about her past, and the world.
History: Swallowpaw never really knew her mother, her only memories in witch she cherishes greatly are her gentle soothing voice, and the sent that she always carried, a sent that she catches wind of every now and then, yet another mystery to ponder… when she was only a kit she was taken in by her clan, left there bye her mother, thought no cat seems to know why. She hasn’t seen her mother since.
ICC: Swallowpaw gazed out onto the glassy surface of the water. It seemed that as if it was glowing with the faint gleam of the sun cascading down through the hiding canopy of the trees. She had discovered this shallow pool a few days ago, after much rain had fallen, and had visited it many times since. She watched contently as minnows seemed to fly through the water, flocking I little schools. She lowered her head, and ever so lightly touched the surface of the water. As she touched, she watched as ripples swiftly moved from her nose. She watched them until the last one faded, and the water was still yet again.
Codeword: mice