Swiftstar//Fireclan

[~*Swift*~]

Name?: Swiftstar
Age?: 37 moons
Gender: Tom
Picture.:
Description?:

This tom is a large cat, maybe the size of two normal sized apprentices put together. His fur is a nice snowy color with jet black markings. His eyes are big, and they are a perfect yellow-green. His paw pads are a really bright pink. His nose is pitch black. His ear bears a tear that will never go away. And he is longed furred.

Personality?:

Swiftstar is really brave, he would never give up. He is proud and willy, not caring about the other clans. He refuses to admit when his clan is weak or dying. He is very quiet at times, and stubborn as well. But he is really loyal and close to Spiritclan and will never doubt his beilef in them.

History?: Swiftstar was born to two cats, Reedflower and Jayclaw. The day here and Gorsepaw were kitted, his dad was killed in a battle with Mountainclan. Once they were apprenticed, he was being trained by Freewind. During their training once, his sister died, along with his mother. When he was a warrior, he earned the name Swiftflame. He soon after a few moons got his first apprentice, Cinderpaw. After she was a warrior, his clan's deputy, Dawnpelt, died. Quillstar, his leader, made him deputy. Five moons later she died, and he was given the title as leader along with nine lives.
Clan?: Fireclan
Family?: Mother- Reedflower (Decessed) Father= Jayclaw (Decessed) Sister=Gorsepaw (decessed)
Rank?: Leader
RP Example:

Swiftstar silently padded along the edge of High Oaks. His nose picked up the sent of a vole. His yellowish green eyes scanned the clearing with trees, trying to pick up to image of the small furry victom. Soon a light gray pelt came to his sight, and he instantly dropped low. Placing paw by paw, tail down and stepping lightly, he grew much closer to his soon-to-be-prey. A snaping sound popped in his ear. Relising that he had stepped on a twig, he watched the vole that he was so close to getting, scurry off. 'Oh no you don't' he thought, letting his paws fly through the forest. With one risky leap and a quick nip on the neck, the vole was dead.

Additional Comments:

It hasn't been long since he became a leader, so he still has all nine lives.