Post by jellyfish on May 7, 2011 12:20:40 GMT -5
swiftstep
'I'VE NEVER SEEN NOBODY MOVE THE WAY SHE DID-
WELL SHE DID AND SHE DOES AND SHE'LL DO IT AGAIN.'
'I'VE NEVER SEEN NOBODY MOVE THE WAY SHE DID-
WELL SHE DID AND SHE DOES AND SHE'LL DO IT AGAIN.'
NAME... Swiftstep
AGE... Twenty seven moons
GENDER... Female
CLAN... Cheetahclan
POSITION... Medicine cat, if at all possible.
SPECIES... Acinonyx jubatus; Cheetah
APPEARANCE...Swiftstep, like the majority of Cheetahclan, is long and lanky, with muscles built more for speed and stamina than brute strength. She is smaller than most cheetahs when stood beside another adult of her species, and it can be noted that she is considerably petite for her age. With long legs, and dainty small paws, she fits the image of her clan reasonably well. Her head is of the general cheetah shape- shortened muzzle, somewhat large black nose, classic black markings. Her fur is a brighter hue of golden-tan, and lightens around her stomach and chest to a sandy off-white. She has large rounded ears that jut out of her head at jaunty angles, and a long tail ringed with black near the tip. Her characteristic spots are perhaps a shade or two past black, dark, clumping things that speckle her body like a blanket. Said spots are most prominent and notable along her sides and legs, and tend to slowly fade as they climb up to her head. Her eyes are a light golden-brown, and are neatly surrounded by these fading spots. Appearance-wise, she is not ugly, but nor is she the prettiest cheetah in the clan. Average in appearance, besides her height and slightly diminished size, she could easily be called plain by any number of her clanmates.
PERSONALITY...Swiftstep.... despises authority. She has issues taking orders from anything that seeks to give them to her, including her leader. While she constantly feels a sense of insubordination, she does follow the words and guidelines set down by her leader- after all, the leader is in charge, and usually knows best for the clan. This overall rebellious attitude has gotten her into many a scrap with the more aggressive felines, but her fleet feet usually get her out of such situations... most of the time. The times where speed and agility cannot solve a problem, her honey-coated tongue does the job her fast form cannot. She has a way with molding others into what she needs them to be, shaping strangers and clan-cats alike to fit her momentary craving. She is a sweet-talking and dangerous critter, who would as soon help you as kill you. With a tendency to make whatever glorified promises she has to to get what she wants, Swiftstep is a dangerous little beast to be around.
She may seem a dainty and air-headed cheetah outwardly, but the twisted inner core of her seems to disagree with this notion. A fierce being who would rather chase you away than speak with you, Swiftstep is not a critter to be taken lightly. Violence is in everything she does- every mincing step, every gleaming smile.... every little performance of her face or body is simply blazing with feral anger. She works very hard at never disguising this whirlwind of fury that can almost be felt in the air around her, leaving herself bare for the world to see and decide. It is this openness that she allows herself that drives her further and further toward her goal- living a long, happy life doing whatever she pleases.
Sweet-talking and seductive one minute, cold and abusive the next, Swiftstep is an unpredictable whirlwind of emotions. Predicting just what she might do next is like trying to predict hurricanes three hundred years in advance- rather difficult. While she is not bipolar in the sense of the word, varied emotions (connected, most of the time, by an underlined sense of feeling) seem to happen quite a bit upon her form. Varied habits and mannerisms seem to as well, but most are minuscule things- the way she cleans herself, how she carries herself, the speed at which she walks. As changing and shifting as the sea, Swiftstep considers herself untouchable in the sense of predictability.
Like a fox trapped in the body and mind of a cheetah, she is exceedingly intelligent and sly. With a honey-coated tongue that could lure kits from their mothers bellies if she so wished, Swiftstep is a smooth talker, and quite manipulative. Her underhanded comments and ample promises can usually get this feline whatever she wants- as long as she hits up the right people. She considers herself very highly informed compared to some of Cheetahclan, owing this to her connection with starclan, and the medicine cat status that keeps her in the thick of things. Because she is a feisty beast with intent ears and a focused mind, Swiftstep has gathered a vast reservoir of information she files neatly away into the many crooks and crannies of her mysterious mind.
Unlike some cats, of many various species, Swiftstep is not shy when it comes to cats, kits, friends, or enemies. She likes to jump right into things, charging stubbornly into any fray she can dig her claws into with a bat of her eyes and an innocent face. Through this method she has earned many enemies- but also a fair number of friends. She is courageous, fearless, careless.... and stupid for being so. The type of creature to not care what happens to herself, Swiftstep recklessly dashes toward ominous rustlings in the bushes, sticks her head beneath the surface of rippling water, and reaches toward the quivering branches overhead. She has no priorities, no caution, and no excuse to make up for it. Overall just the living embodiment of trouble itself, Swiftstep is a riot-starting, tom-tempting, eyelash-batting fiend who is intent to do as she pleases, whenever it pleases her.
Despite all of the bad that throws her into a state of imbalance, however, there is some good to this wild animal. Herbs are her passion. While she is apt at dealing damage herself, her true love in life is healing, as she finds it the most magical thing besides starclan that she has ever witnessed. Having the ability to cure wounds and illness like some sort of godly creature is an image that has captivated Swiftstep since kithood, and it captivates her to this day. One can always expect good treatment from her, as well as a different side to her personality- as even Swiftstep herself finds it uncouth to be her usually snarky self when a cat could be laying inches from her, dying. When she is among herbs and patients, she softens.... but only as long as she has a duty to do for her clanmates.
HISTORY...Swiftstep was born into Cheetahclan as the first kit in a litter of three to Speckledpelt and Minnowclaw. She was born and raised under clan rules, and thrived in her peaceful community. From birth, she and her two siblings- Harekit and Patchkit- meandered around the cheetahclan camp, curious as all young are to see what their world held. At around six moons of age, Swiftstep- who was Swiftkit at the time- happened to wander in to their clans medicine cats den. Lured in by the various aromatic scents of the plants their medicine cat used to heal with, Swiftkit had spent hours sniffing around the shelves in the den and trying to sort out what they were for. When the medicine cat himself- an old tom by the name of Eaglefoot- returned from his herb gathering trip, he happened across the kit sorting through his stores. A kindhearted old cat who loved kits and enjoyed their intuitiveness, Eaglefoot patiently explained the uses of a few different herbs to the little kit, sparking an even greater curiosity in her than before.
Day after day, Swiftkit returned to the medicine cats den, curious and captivated by the fact that one little scrap of a plant could so easily put ailments to their graves. When she hit the six moon mark, and crossed form kit status to apprentice, Eaglefoot requested to their leader that she become his apprentice. Delighted, Swiftpaw took up position as the medicine cat apprentice, and spent most of her days learning she various uses of plants, much like she had in the later days of her kithood, with her mentor patiently pointing things out. This peacefulness continued on until Eaglefoot decided her training was enough, and renounced his medicine cat status to take his place among the clan elders, leaving Swiftpaw- who soon after became Swiftstep- to watch over their clan and take his place as their healer.
