CC | Swiftkit | Kitten

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➹ s u m m a r y

Name: Swiftkit
Gender: Female (She-cat)
Age: 3 moons

Rank: Kit
Mentor: N/A
Skills: Tracking and Exploring
Weaknesses: Public Speaking and Flirting

Appearance: A long furred white and brown-tabby she-cat with amber eyes
Breed: 50% Turkish Van, 50% Moggy

Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
Kin:
Skye | Mother | Loner | Alive | NPC
Steve | Father | Kittypet | Alive | NPC

Kitekit | Sister | Kit | Alive | BuryTheMaid
Brightkit | Sister | Kit | Alive | Open

➹ i d e n t i t y

Name: Swiftkit
Past Names: Haddie
Gender: Female
Gender Identity: She-cat
Age: 3 moons

Breed: 50% Turkish Van, 12.5% Maine Coon, 12.5% Burmilla, 6.25% Abyssinian, 6.25% Javanese, 6.25% Norwegian Forest Cat, 6.25% Somali
Heritage: 50% Loner, 50% Kittypet

Rank: Kit
Past Ranks: Loner

Current Affiliation: CedarClan
Past Allegiances: Loner

Current Mentor: N/A
Past Mentor: N/A
Current Apprentice: N/A
Past Apprentice: N/A

➹ a p p e a r a n c e

Summary (Kitten): Short, stocky kitten with soft long fur and rounded features. Large eyes, ears, and paws.
Summary (Apprentice):
Summary (Warrrior):

Body Build: Short, fluffy, thick, and stocky are all adjectives used to describe this she-cat's frame. Easily the biggest of the litter but it doesn't bother her, or at least, she acts like it doesn't. Her tail is an averaged length for now and her paws are large and soft.

Fur Texture: Long, fluffy fur graces her coat and while a large majority of said fluff could likely originate from the fact she's still a young cat that doesn't dismiss that compared to some others she has rather long fur.

Eye Details: Large amber eyes gaze out in a curious manner, in a slight almond shape, and are always ready to take in new things.

Scars: None yet

➹ p e r s o n a l i t y

.: Sociable | Attentive | Dedicated :.
.: Docile | Generous | Adventurous :.
.: Insecure | Pushover | Jealous :.

Sociable
If the mood is light and the conversation friendly, she wouldn't hesitate to walk over and join in in an attempt to be friendly. She enjoys conversing with the cats of her clan and finds thems rather unique as they all have different personalities and reactions to different situations. It is rather easy for her to strike up a conversation with somebody if they're feeling upset, and if possible tries to include a cat if she knows they're having a bad day.

Attentive
Ever aware of her surroundings its rather difficult for something to get by her if she is aware of it, and possesses a keen ability to pinpoint certain animals and cats which would otherwise be difficult to detect. Her skil not only applies to hunting or tracking, but she's able to pick up if the differences in certain cats moods and is pretty good at determining when somebody is upset but trying to hide it. She appreciates the little things and life and notices them often.

Dedicated
Should you extend a helping hand out to this she-cat you would find that she would be a loyal friend to you during the end. She values her friends and family highly and couldn't bear to witness them falling under any harm. Her clan is her home and the place she loves, and she knows that without a doubt she would never in her life even dream of leaving it to suffer. Should her clan or friends be threatened or dis honored she would never forget it.

Docile
Being a generally kind soul does have its drawbacks, but for the most part she is genuinely a nice cat who although tends to be rather soft and quiet doesn't have a second agenda planned. Her nature leads her to disliking confrontation, which could be a problem considering that the lifestyle she leads is one full of conflict, but this nature is reserved for day to day life and should her clan need her she would rise to the challenge.

Generous
Unintentionally, this she-cat would probably be one of the last ones to get fresh kill from the pile simply because she would walk around making sure everyone else is okay and taken care of. Should another warrior need someone she would insist that it be done, despite if it didn't combine well with her schedule or unconvinced her. Her giving nature doesn't go unrewarded however, because it has given her a reputation of being a compassionate cat.

Adventurous
If it hasn't been explored then by now it surely needs to, and if not by somebody else you bet that she would be the one to do it. New territories and new lands are just opportunities waiting to be discovered, and while such high expectations and excitement comes from the prospect of learning new things she can tend to get overwhelmed and through herself into unnecessary danger. Unfortunately she is unaware of the danger but thankfully her clan has her.

Insecure
When an offhanded comment is made or if two cats start whispering nearby she automatically assumes that the conversation is about her and she is lacking in the eyes of her clan mates. She doesn't intentionally act this way and nor would she want to, it's accidental that she immediately connects soft talk to gossip centered around her. Considering she already has a rather negative body image, these whispers don't do her well.

Pushover
Now if an actually comment about her was made and she heard it, there is no way on earth she would be capable of standing up to herself to confront a bully about their words. She can be overused and decided by others to do their bidding simply because she wouldn't be able to say no to them. Typically this requires a cat she's friends with to stand up and tell the offender no, otherwise she would unhappily go along with their wishes without complaint.

Jealous
Although there is absolutely nothing she could do about the situation, she gets very attached to her friends and family and should somebody else start to steal them away for walks or for hints she would actually find herself becoming rather envious. Despite feeling these things she lacks the assertiveness to put them to words, and while some might view this as a good thing the unfortunate trade off is that these feelings fester inside her and make her emotionally sick.

Likes:
• Taking walks
• Exploring
• Meeting new cats
• Spending time with sisters

Dislikes:
• Confrontation
• Yelling
• Threats
• Her tail being touched

Goals:
• x Become an apprentice
• x Be the best hunter
• x Make at least four new friends
• x Have a good relationship with her mentor

Fears:
• Death of her sisters
• Battling a grown OakClan warrior
• Being forced into a relationship
• Being left behind

➹ s k i l l s   a n d   a b i l i t i e s

.: Senses :.

Vision: 6/10 )
Not much to be said of her vision, she has a decent pair of eyes that neither specifically hinder her ability to serve her clan not provide an extreme boost although occasionally she will be lucky and catch something another cat may miss.
Scent: 8/10 )
Inarguably her best sense, she often relies on her nose when looking for prey or another cat as opposed to listening or looking for them but can fall victim should an enemy clod her muzzle with blood, making it difficult for her to navigate.
Taste: 7/10 )
Along with her sense of smell, her ability to determine the freshness of prey after tasting it is rather impressive. When grooming other cats she can usually pinpoint the places they have visited and is able to connect the taste to the scent.
Hearing: 6/10 )
Nothing to write home about but she isn't anywhere near being a deaf cat or one hard of hearing, and she shouldn't be considering the fact that she is indeed still a young she-cat with plenty of time to ruin her ears in the future.
Touch: 5/10 )
Thankfully she isn't one to be extremely sensitive to the slightly brush of fur and isn't one to wake up just because you bump her, but her sense of touch isn't anything particularly amazing and has just about the same reaction time as a normal cat if she can't smell them first.

.: Basic Skills :.
_{*Prone to change with training}

Tracking: 5/10* )
Despite being only a kitten, with her nose being her greatest sense she has been able to pick up and follow the scents of cats as soon as she could stumble around with her big paws.
Hunting: 1/10* )
Due to her age and youth her mother did not train her to hunt, and while she is sound and sturdy as far as kittens go she lacks the coordination to do so as well.
Climbing: 1/10* )
Another skill affected by her young age as she lacks the proper muscle mass to even learn how to climb well and instead is subjected to awkward jumping instead of a leap.
Swimming: 2/10* )
Like most skills this one is also taught, but a small natural affinity is required for one to be a good swimmer and although she is too small she definitely has potential here.
Fighting: 1/10* )
Being a kitten her job is not to practice battle moves or learn how to fight, and in such circumstances she is incredibly awful at fighting and instead only plays with her sisters.

.: Statistics:.
_{*Prone to change with training}

Strength: 1/10* )
Speed: 1/10* )
Endurance: 1/10* )
Intelligence: 1/10* )
Attack: 1/10* )
Defense: 1/10* )

Strengths:
• Loves to explore
• Is generally kind
• Has potential to be a great hunter

Weaknesses:
• Can't stick up for herself
• Isn't good at defense
• Gets too attached to certain cats

➹ h i s t o r y

.: Origin :.
( Before Birth )
It would be rare to come across a pair of cats that could be more different than the two called Skye and Steve. A moggy she-cat and a purebred Turkish van are an odd mix, and originally they found themselves together only because the situation called for it. As a kittypet, he was used to literally getting anything he wanted and didn't even know what an empty belly is. Skye had lived on the streets her entire life and the two meet when she had to climb over a fence to escape a group of cats who she'd gotten on their bad side with. She meet Steve and at first was about the rip him to shreds because he was completely oblivious to the kind of lifestyle she led and at first talked down on her but is taken off guard when she became the one snubbing him because here he is, a cat of amazing lineage being insulted and degraded by a moggy. The little sass master that is Skye left when the coast was clear but their father was extremely interested in her and wants to get to know her better. Soon enough she came back to escape her pursuers yet again and after this happens a few times she ended up staying longer and just discussing their lives and the cats they've known and they accidentally fell into friendship. They remained that way for moons, Skye occasionally stopping by for a chat but they didn't pursue romantic relations until much later when she had to hide out in his yard for a few days, and soon enough kittens came afterwards. When she learned she was pregnant she refused to let them stay as kittypets and decided that she would raise them on her own and protect them from her enemies. Although Steve was at first upset at this, he accepted her decision but stated he still wanted to be involved in the lives of the kittens whenever possible. So when the kittens were born, Skye named them Haddie, Juno, and Bella.

.: Child :.
( 0-6 moons )
To say that the first moon of life for Haddie was difficult would be an understatement. Upon finding out of her kittens, Skye's enemies would often try to lure the kittens away to use as a hostage and the family would often move around from place to place to avoid conflict. During this time Skye would take her three daughters to visit their father, which Haddie immensely enjoyed. In a way she admired his gentle nature, and although the visits were short it was obvious that he loved his three children dearly but respected the choices of Skye regarding their upbringing. For the most part that was a common routine up until Hadde and her sisters were almost three moons old. The cats that they had been able to avoid became an extreme threat as the small gang began giving threats and leaving crowfood where the family would sleep, and Skye began to fear that there would come a time she would be unable to protect her daughters. She knew of a group of cats nearby that lived past the city where she dwelled, away in the forest who had a policy much more noble than the rogues and loners she had grown up with. Skye took the kittens to their father a last time and informed him that she would be leaving them in the care of a nearby group, unknowingly called a clan, and Steve reluctantly gave his permission. Parting with them was hard and Haddie felt grief that her life as she knew it would be changing, but traveled with her mother and sister further than they ever had before until they were discovered by a patrol, now known as CedarClan. Skye explained her situation and how she wished a stable life for her kittens, and after a brief discussion they were brought to the camp and accepted into the ranks of the clan. The loner said her goodbyes to her children, and then left. Haddie grew quiet during this time of her life, not knowing when her mother might return and if she could ever see her parents again and instead flanked to her sisters for support and comfort. The three kittens were them given official clan names, with Haddie as Swiftkit, Juno as Kitekit, and Bella as Brightkit.

.: Adolescent:.
( 7-12 moons )

.: Youth :.
( 12-24 moons )

.: Adult :.
( 25+ moons )

➹ k i n f o l k

.: Immediate Family :.
Mother: Skye
A dark brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes, slender features and a long coat
Loner | Alive | NPC
Father: Steve
A white tom with biege markings on his head and tail and amber eyes
Kittypet | Alive | NPC

Sister: Kitekit
A long-furred white she-cat with dark brown patches of tabby markings and blue eyes
CedarClan | Alive | BuryTheMaid
Sister: Brightkit
A sleek white she-cat with patched light brown tabby markings along her body and blue eyes
CedarClan | Alive | Open

➹ r e l a t i o n s h i p s

➹ r o l e p l a y   e x a m p l e

From
Although Jonquil was not a seasoned Instructor, she was one with potential and a knack for portraying the ideal combination of strict responsibility and nurturing compassion. It was a job she rather enjoyed, and as much as she taught the young potential members of Ignus she also learned new information from them as well. A gentle, content smile laid comfortably on her face as she stood at a table moving various items along the surface and checking off her findings and stock on a piece of paper. Recently she had discovered several different items go missing, and hopefully with a little tidying up it wouldn't be hard to unearth her supplies again.

There wouldn't be any students in class today, thankfully another Instructor had taken on her group of students to give the busy vixen a chance to catch her breath. She already had went out into town the previous week and didn't feel the need to go out again. Besides, she loved spending time to just clean up and get herself ready for the coming weeks. However, when she was nearing the end of her task she flicked an ear when she heard footsteps enter her room and smiled at the owner of said feet. It seemed to be three different citizens, and the two older ones struck Jonquil as vaguely familiar although she wouldn't admit she couldn't place their names.

After a brief exchange with the two who she assumed to be parents, she tilted her head and smiled softly at the youngest, although he seemed just barely too young to be a student of the house quite yet. "Well hello dear, my name's Jonquil, it's nice to meet you," she said as the parents turned to leave, most likely leaving the House Instructor to take care of the child until they returned later in the day. "What's your name?"