Swiftkill

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Name: Swiftkill
Age: 18 Moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Warrior
Personality:

Complications and contradictions stem from Swiftkill’s soul if, of course, one believes the white demon to possess a soul. In fact, many believe Swiftkill to be a shell filled with nothing but darkness, a vast oblivion that seeks to swallow everything in his path. However, scientifically, this is a lie but a very good metaphor for the storm that resides within the male’s personality.

First and foremost, Swiftkill is a sadist. The agony of another shoots the male into a world filled with ecstasy, where adrenaline and madness dance together in a nearly neurotic induced state. These sadistic inclinations stem from purposely forgotten memories and care not for family or clan mates. To cause another living creature pain is his first priority and chief end; Swiftkill seeks agony with his entire essence. It alone drives him and gives him a purpose to live.
However, in an apparent contradiction, Swiftkill is terrified of death. For death, that dark oblivion of the afterlife, pain ceases and screams fade into nothingness. It is there, and only there, that a sadist can never experience joy and true sorrow trails into the picture.

Outside of Swiftkill’s sadistic nature, he is an arrogant tom. The male thinks far too highly of himself, almost believing himself to be a deity stuck in a physical body. This arrogance leads him to be a rule-breaker which, to no one’s surprise, gets imr into a world of trouble. Additionally this arrogance leads to his temper, which shoots out of control on a daily basis. Whenever another cat contradicts or crosses him, Swiftkill fights back with a snarl or hurtful comment. The male prone to yell at anyone: leader, clan mates, kin, etc. He cares not for the standing of another cat or their strengths. All Swiftkill knows is that he is better than them, and he deserves to be followed.

All in all, the white cat is apathetic toward his fellow kin. He has no emotional attachments outside of his rage and desire. Swiftkill cannot fathom the difference between the clans or the and only chooses Shadowclan because of his love of power. Therefore, in accordance with his nature, the cat is all together uncaring of who writhes in pain at his toes. It could be his leader or a mouse, it doesn’t truly matter. The only thing that is essential is that screams echo across the vast heavens and that pure ecstasy channels through his dark heart.

Description:

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Denoting the male’s heritage from kittypets, Swiftkill’s pelt is completely white. Underneath his thick coat, the male’s build is average. Long legs stretch out to the ground while his smaller bone structure makes him a good target for much larger cats. The muscles that hold his frame together are lean, unused, as Swiftkill refuses to submit to the mediocre fighting; he believes it to be under him, as if bleaching his coat red would stain his majestic beauty. This beauty is, of course, only skin deep and, to some, is already stained with the darkness located in his heart.

Swiftkill’s eyes are his most distinctive feature. He has one blue eye and one green eye. White streaks, almost like lightning, flicker through his eyes according to his moods. When angry his eyes almost look as if one is gazing into a storm at sunrise. In addition, Swiftkill’s eyes are slanted and narrowed; it is often said that the cat has a permanent scowl settled upon his features or that he is constantly planning his next move.

Clan Page Description:

Swiftkill; small white tom with lavender eyes.

History:

He was born in Shadowclan, but he has some sort of evil branded into his brain. No one knows where he got it from. Most think it's just madness, and in truth, it is. But, he seems to keep a handle on it, so they don't bother him and he doesn't bother them.