swallowfrost

thistleclan

a slender calico point molly with blue eyes.

“Following in her father's footsteps, Swallowfrost is on the short side compared to other cats.” She greatly resembles Yewthorn in this manner, despite mostly taking after her mother and aunts in terms of appearance. She was a sinewy kit who’s since grown into an athletic-looking apprentice. Her paws are a bit smaller than average.

As an adult, Swallowfrost has filled out into a more muscular build, being the most physically-inclined of her siblings. Despite her skill and brief experiences out in the fray, she has yet to receive any scars to show for her efforts.

Swallowfrost sports a short pelt that could be considered calico. It is mostly dark brown, tan and white. She has a single orange streak swiped underneath her left eye. A rather unique coloring as it doesn’t exactly match the darker tortie pelts of her clanmates. “Her chest, belly, and paws are always a clean and crisp white, as per a request of her mother to keep her looking presentable. Her fur length is short making it easy for her to move through the prickling of forest of her Thistleclan home.”

Swallowfrost has a rather round face, although it is a very elegant one. No cat would mistake her for anyone other than Morningmist’s daughter. One side features more of her paler coloring while the left side swirls darker and splotchy. “Another striking feature are her dazzling blue eyes that stick out bright against the swirls of color around them.” Usually, her expressions tend to be narrow and otherwise unapproachable.

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+ reserved, elegant, hard-working, rational
- haughty, adamant, sharp-tongued, jealous

As the second eldest daughter of Morningmist and Yewthorn, Swallowfrost believes she is the “brains' of her litter. She scoffs at her sisters and brother, while refusing to believe that she shares most of her qualities with them. She prides herself on holding her tongue better than her sisters. In her eyes, Featherfox comes off as ridiculous while Jaythroat is more foolish than anything. And this much is true. While Swallowfrost’s more aloof nature prevents her from the social pitfalls often faced by cats her age, she tends to find herself feeling the most ready to become a warrior and pass her final assessment out of her littermates.

“Swallowfrost is prideful. There is no better way to put it. She is not afraid to remind others of who her parents are, how protective she is of her siblings, or any other event she might deem as important. She hopes that ... she might be able to make a certain father figure proud” This plays right alongside her rather prideful, uppity nature. When speaking to her peers especially, Swallowfrost often comes across as sounding condescending. Though unlike her siblings, the young she-cat does seem to be the most matured of the litter. She looks out for Fadingsky, Froststrike and Wrentooth, offers to help them with training and the like. She isn’t one to miss training or complain. The calico apprentice has spent the past couple of moons working harder than ever. Swallowfrost hopes to make Yewthorn proud and as a result, refuses to lower herself to the childish antics of her littermates.

With the arrival of Yewthorn and Morningmist’s final litter, Swallowfrost’s genuine maturity has begun to show. At first, she felt a shred of jealousy but once she laid eyes on them, it was instantly discarded. Swallowfrost would go from one end of the island to the other for her newest siblings if they asked her to.

If you asked her, Swallowfrost would vehemently deny any feelings of jealousy in almost every situation. But Morningmist would be able to tell you that she was right along Doveface as kits, pouting over something as benign as a favored spot or naptime story. Swallowfrost was never as bad as her brother in terms of expressing that jealousy. Hers was always more internal and usually something to do with her father.

“...it is hard to tell if the she-cat is truly being sincere about what she is doing or not. Some chalk it up for her "helpfulness" as another thing she can brag about later, while others have said her words and actions have really been helpful.” As a result of her frostier nature, she does not have many friends outside of her siblings, and even then, Swallowfrost could do with some being nicer. One may think she is being ingenuine when she “helps” with such a domineering attitude and blunt way of speaking, but if she’s offering help in the first place, she truly does mean it. 

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Kittenhood was marked by petty arguments with her siblings and pouting when Yewthorn neglected to come around when he’d promised. Morningmist’s quiet reassurance that their father was busy with his duties could only be believed for so long though and while Dovekit, Jaykit and Featherkit slowly weaned off their adoration, Swallowkit only doubled down on hers. She believed every half-hearted word, well into her early apprenticeship.

Swallowpaw was apprenticed to Thunderfoot, alongside her siblings at their ceremony. She thinks highly of him, placing him just below her own father in terms of role models. She doesn't mind his seemingly misplaced aggression or bitter tone, in fact, she aspires to have similar traits. When Yewthorn can not be found, she finds herself eager to seek Thunderfoot out in his stead. Perhaps, in an effort to comfort her own ego, she is determined to be his favorite if she could not be Yewthorn’s.

Concerning her siblings… Swallowpaw began viewing them through a rather hypercritical (read: hypocritical) eye somewhere in her late kit to early apprentice moons. Suddenly, Jaykit’s cheeriness was no longer endearing, instead Swallowpaw regarded her as a bumbling fool. Featherpaw’s coquettish nature made the torbie turn her nose up. It was around this time that she became somewhat sharper-tongued with them, whereas previously that was an attitude she had reserved for everyone else.

Then, just moons after being apprenticed, came the flood.

Swallowpaw had never been afraid of water, had never even considered it.

The water swept her from her family with ease. Swallowpaw still has nightmares in which she replays the memories of dark crashing waves, scattering her clanmates like pebbles, the screeching of voices and the horrible wet noises of their dens collapsing right on top of them.

For a few, fleeting moments, Swallowpaw was certain she was going to drown. She could barely see anything above the water and the sound of it roaring was the one thing she could hear, only in competition with the crackling of the sky. For a brief moment, the molly slipped under once more and wondered if StarClan was as pretty and glorious as the stories claimed it to be.

But she wouldn’t find out just yet. Yewthorn’s voice had cut through the pouring rain and destruction of their camp. And then, in a heartbeat it seemed, she’d been saved. Dragged to dry land by Owlfang, Swallowpaw would never forget that night.

Yewthorn rescue unintentionally soothed the young apprentice. Convinced, partially by the trauma of that night, that her work had paid off and she’d become her father’s favorite child. After all, he had gone after her, not Featherpaw, not Dovepaw nor Jaypaw, her. For roughly half a moon, her jealousy had been satiated.

When Fadingkit, Frostkit and Wrenkit came into the picture, Swallowpaw felt the sharp and, practically tangible, jealous unfurl once more. The day Morningmist had first introduced her first litter to her latest one, Swallowpaw had to fight the urge to turn on her heel and stalk out of the nursery.

All the young molly could taste was bile and she had to dig her claws into the floor of the den to keep herself from doing anything other than nodding and cooing along through clenched teeth.

She didn’t visit them often, too convinced their very existence was proof that she hadn’t proven herself worthy to Yewthorn. She had thought she was his favorite given how he’d rescued her from nearly dying, but yet, there were three squirming kits, challenging her on that.

Only recently has she come around to them. Giving the half-hearted offerings to them, trying to make up for lost time it seems. Meekly asking if they’d like advice for training, keeping a watchful eye out for them. A sudden change of heart likely inspired by how quickly sickness tore through camp.

With ThistleClan moved to the abandoned campground, having been driven from their home by rouges, Swallowpaw continued to train. She is among the many eager to reclaim their home, be it through bloodshed if it must be that way. As she neared her approaching assessment, Swallowpaw began to do some self reflection and reconsider her relations to her siblings. She rekindles a bond with Jaypaw, after the other comes to her for advice. They find mutual disdain for Featherpaw, which only grows more after they receive their full names and their sister has an unexpected litter.

As a young warrior, Swallowfrost is assigned to mentor Blackpaw during her twenty-eighth moon. The two bicker and clash near constantly, but Blackpaw graduates a moon early and is named after Swallowfrost, the two having found a begrudging respect for one another. 

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