swanpaw | call me c r a z y

[shimmer]

Name | Swanpaw. (Since I'm obviously amazing at thinking up traditional names, please tell me ASAP so I can change the name before I type too many Swanpaws and get annoyed because I have to change them all into Xpaw 2.0.)

Gender | She-Cat

Age | 10 moons

Rank | Apprentice

Clan | FogClan

Beliefs|
[ just stars . . . ]

Swanpaw is unsure.
Okay, maybe her parents firmly believe in StarClan and whatnot, but this beauty really doesn't see the point in believing. To her, the sparkling jewels embedded in the sky are just stars. She will admit that they probably exist, mostly because she doesn't want to fade into oblivion once she dies herself. But that's all. She sees more sense in the PineClan way of life, but her family's firm belief in StarClan makes Swanpaw try to believe. She really does. She's the only unsure cat in her family of strong believers, and she doesn't know why.

Parents |
[ your momma. ]
Leafheart.

[ daddy's girl. not. ]
Cloudpelt.

Siblings |
[ we fight and fight. ]
sisters; Flowerfur [older litter]
brothers; Dustwhisker [older litter], Oakpaw
sorry for the drab-ness in the names. I wanted to keep them as traditional as I could.

Other Kin |
[ i don't care about you. ]
half-brothers; Sparrowpaw and Stripepaw
half-sister; Silverpaw

Mate | not yet.

Crush | not yet.

Kits | it's really not fun to just put not yet.

Apprentice/Mentor | nope!

Appearance |
[ carved out of snow. ]
Swanpaw has a beautiful pure-white coat. She prides herself on her exquisite medium-long fur, and takes time every morning to clean it so it can keep its high-maintenance shine. Swanpaw is overprotective of her natural snow-white jacket and has a phobia of getting even one tiny speck of mud on it.

[ time to drown. ]
This FogClan beauty has gorgeous, pale sapphire eyes that seem to peer deeply into your soul. They are oval-shaped orbs that compliment her overall narrow complexion.
(I'd make this longer. Really, I would. But really, how much can you ramble about a cat's eyes? If it were a cute guy's eyes, I'd understand!)

[ graceful like a swan. ]
Swanpaw's mother, Leafheart, made an excellent choice when giving her only kit the prefix of swan. Swanpaw has a slender, lanky build. She has a slight swagger in her walk because she knows the lengths of her beauty and isn't afraid to show it off.

Personality |
[ don't judge a cat by her cover. ]
Beautiful cats are cursed to be vain. Swanpaw knows that she's pretty and goes to great lengths to show it. She isn't afraid to get in trouble and speaks her mind loudly. She is notorious for stirring up trouble and blaming it on other cats. When she's accused of lying, she'll throw a temper tantrum. Swanpaw's not easy to get along. She's spoiled by her mother and conceited and is hard to discipline. She hates being told what to do and absolutely despises when another cat is apparently 'better than her.' Swanpaw can't stand it when she's not in the spotlight and is very attention-seeking. She's not the easiest cat to get along with and holds grudges. It is easy to provoke her and make her jealous. Her older brother, Oakpaw, is the only one that seems to make her see sense. His naturally calm tone and firm glare makes Swanpaw think twice. Swanpaw sees Oakpaw as an intelligent brother, and she adores him. When Swanpaw is angry, Oakpaw is the only one that can calm her down and stop her from going on a rampage. Oh, Oakpaw. How I wish my own sniveling, cowardly little brother were like you. <3

Skills |
[ i'm oh so modest. ]
Despite her flaws, Swanpaw is fairly intelligent, but uses most of her brainpower to impressing cute toms and making snappy insults and comebacks. However, if on the slim chance that she wanted to share her mouse or something, she would be smart enough to divide it into nearly equal portions. But this has yet to happen.
Swanpaw is light-footed and slender. She excels at hunting, but despises battle training, because she's all fur-and-bone and doesn't really have impressive muscles. Not that she wants to look all buff and masculine, Swanpaw would rather stay willowy, elegant-like, and overall, feminine.

History |
[ just a day, just an ordinary day ]
A pretty tabby queen was about to have kits. Her breathing was labored, and her big amber eyes were narrow as she concentrated.
Leaf was a loner, and a headstrong, over-protective loner at that. The only cat she'd warmed up to was her mate, Cloud, a lean, muscular, handsome white tom. Cloud wasn't here, though, which worried Leaf. Where is he? She thought through the pain that was clouding her mind.
It was too late to think about Cloud now. The kits were going to come.
A moment of mind-ripping agony, and then Leaf was panting, pain making her see red. Two kits - one tabby like her, the other white - lay by her flank.
"Leaf, they're beautiful." Flower, her older daughter, murmured. to her mother.
"They're your new siblings, Flower," Leaf grunted. "I don't think you want ugly siblings, do you?"
Flower laughed. "I guess not."
Just then, two familiar scents hit Leaf's nose. She straightened. "Cloud, Dust. Where have you been?" She glared at them.
"We met some newcomers." Cloud meowed lamely, fidgeting uncomfortably under Leaf's sharp, penetrating amber gaze. Dust nodded to confirm his father's statement.
"They seemed to have a nice lifestyle." Dust said, shuffling his paws and avoiding his mother's gaze.
"Dust. Cloud. What happened?" Leaf snapped.
"Err...we've decided to join these Clans, and, err, we're leaving now. We wanted to know if you were going to come with us or, um, not." Dust blustered.
Flower and Leaf both stared, momentarily stunned into silence.
Finally, Flower perked up. "Did you see any cute toms?" She asked innocently.
"Flower." Leaf scolded, rolling her eyes. Then she returned her slightly-hurt look to her mate. "Cloud, I just had two kits. You didn't ask about them, for one. And now you expect me to take my newborns to join some rogue band?" Her eyes narrowed with hurt.
"I'm sorry, Leaf...the kits are beautiful, of course, honey. But these cats aren't rogues. They're civilized...pretty much. Will you come with Dust and me? You'll have a chance at a new life." Cloud's blue eyes brightened expectantly as he spoke.
There was an indignant meow from one of the kits - a slender white one. Cloud chuckled. "Our daughter wants to come with us."
"Her name is Swan, and the tabby is Oak." Leaf said haltingly. Her brown eyes flickered uncertainly. "Flower, do you want to go join this posse of newcomers?" Her voice was disdainful.
"Leaf, they're not a 'posse.' They're an open group of civilized felines." Cloud huffed, impatience giving his tone a sharp edge.
Flower shrugged. "I'll stay with you, Leaf. You're my mother."
Leaf sighed dramatically. "Oh, Cloud. You always were a pain. I guess I should try this new life out." She sounded resigned. "We're going to take turns holding Swan and Oak, though, understand?" She glared at Cloud and Dust in turn. The two toms rolled their eyes and nodded.
"Okay, let's go." Leaf ordered, sounding more like her bossy, headstrong self again. "I hope you know the way there, Cloud!"
Her mate nodded again. "I know the way," He assured his mate. Then he leaned down to pick up Swan by the scruff, and said, his voice muffled, "Follow me."

And so Swan's life as a Clan cat began.

Her mother, Leaf, became [...thinks...Bumblebeeface. Kidding...] Tawnyleaf [Is this traditional? >.<]. Cloud became Cloudpelt because of his fluffy white pelt. Flower and Dust became apprentices, Bluepaw and Dustpaw. Swan and Oak became Swankit and Oakkit, and were raised in the ways of the new Clans.
Tawnyleaf quickly became a nursery girl, spending her time in the nursery helping other queens and telling other new cats' stories about her Valiant Life as a Brave, Lonely Rogue and how her life was better than the other loners. Tawnyleaf wasn't much of a warrior, but she was fiercely protective to the younger cats in the Clan and adored her two little children especially, spoiling Swankit and Oakkit to great extents. Cloudpelt dove valiantly into the life of a warrior and became a fairly respected cat. His relationship with Tawnyleaf weakened as Cloudpelt earned his rep as a Strong Warrior and Leafheart became the Overprotective Queen. Before long, their relationship became merely a friendship and Cloudpelt took another mate, a fiesty young she-cat named Willowtail, which in turn led to Swankit having three half-siblings, Sparrowkit, Stripekit, and Silverkit. Swankit absolutely despised her younger (By two whole moons!) half-brothers and half-sisters, mainly because she had to share a father with them and was envious of Cloudpelt's obvious favoritism to Sparrowkit, Stripekit, and Silverkit over Swankit, Oakkit, Bluepaw, and Dustpaw. This formed the nucleus of her own despicable personality, which basically involved jealousy and being better than others. Oakkit, her older brother, was her opposite. He seemed to be immune to Swankit's tantrums and the fact that Cloudpelt liked his new children more than him. Oakkit was, in a way, the antidote to Swankit's tantrums, since Swankit only listens to her older brother, and occasionally her mother, unless it is, 'Listen to your mentor, sweetheart.'
Swankit's dark, calculating little mind understood that if she performed too-crazy stunts as a kit, her apprenticeship would be delayed, and usually tormented her half-siblings in private to avoid getting in trouble. She decided to start causing serious problems once she became an apprentice, because the worst punishment she could get then would be to clean the elder's den or an extra moon of apprenticeship, while the kit punishment would probably two moons or more! Swankit tried to be angelic around the senior warriors and mask the storm constantly brewing inside her. She pretended to be interested in the tales the elders spun about StarClan though she really didn't understand why they believed in cats prowling the skies, and plastered a false smile on her face whenever Cloudpelt came to visit her and Oakkit and promise her that he still loved them dearly, though it was really a load of mouse-dung to her.
She became a dark little cat whose soul was devoid of any compassion, except perhaps to Oakkit.

[ finally. ]
"Swanpaw! Oakpaw! Swanpaw! Oakpaw!" FogClan cheered as the two new apprentices beamed, Swanpaw with a cool smugness, and Oakpaw with a happy grin. Tawnyleaf's cheer was the loudest among them all.

Swanpaw caused great trouble for her mentor from day one. She refused to do 'group training' with other apprentices because she was deathly afraid of being shown up by another cat, especially when, two moons later, Sparrowpaw, Stripepaw, and Silverpaw became apprentices as well. She even didn't want to train with Oakpaw, and never did something her mentor wanted her to do the first time he asked, and was bitingly sarcastic and disrespectful. As predicted, she constantly was denied the privilege of going to Gatherings and was on 'elder duty' almost all the time.
But eventually, she's going to become a warrior. So it really doesn't matter to Swanpaw, she just wants to...well, have her definition of fun.

okay, tell me what i have to fix now! i'm sure there are a bazillion typos and stuff!=D

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[Whiskers]

Hey Shim. Bio's looking good, only a few things.

Names: Flowerfur and Leafheart are not traditional. If you have questions as to why, pm me.

As for personality, I think you could tie in her relationship with Oakpaw into what you have there, since you mention how he is the 'antidote' of her brattiness. This interests me and I wanna know why.

Sides that, you're good to go.

[Rolo]

Once those names are changed, I am happy for this cat to be accepted.