Sand && Swift -Apprentices

[⋆Nova⋆]

They call us Sand && Swift
Soon to be called Clay && Reed
Our experience is 9 Moons
We are Female && Male
We rank Apprentices

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--Physique

[I am my own person..]

Clay and Reed are twins. Although they look almost identical, there are some traits that set them apart from each other. For example, their eyes are slightly different shades of gold. Clay's eyes are lighter, like honey while Reed's eyes are a dark gold, similar to topaz. Another factor that differs between cats is their poise. Clay carries herself with pride and dignity, her head always raised with a distinct air of gracefulness. Reed, being somewhat shy, does not “strut” around the camp. Even though they act and look different, if they try hard enough, they can fool almost anybody in the clan.

[..yet we are the same.]

Clay and Reed are small white cats with pale tan markings. There are medium shorthaired with a long, lithe stature. Even so, during the warm seasons, they gain a bit of a pudge from the abundance of prey. During the winter, they are trim and sleek, almost to the point of an underfed look.

Both cats have a rounded triangular head with a white muzzle. Snowy whiskers fall to mid leg and frame their pale pink noses. Around their left eyes, there are three dots of tan pigment. It is a natural birthmark. Their forehead is a light tan that fades to white near their eyes, giving them a masked appearance. Clay and Reed have the characteristic “M” on between their eyes. Each ear is an elongated triangular shape with white edges.

Their pelt color is a snowy white color with a pale tan overcoat. It looks like paint was splashed upon their pelt, but if you look closely; you can see faint tabby stripes. This coloring stops where their legs meet their body. From there on it is a pure white with the occasional patch of pale orange/tan. Longer white hairs stick out from their pelts, giving it a fuzzy look. Their undercoat is soft and fluffy. Eventually they will lose this extra fur and gain a thicker underpelt. Clay and Reed’s tails have the same markings as their pelts, and have darker ringlets that give it a raccoon like appearance. Matching their body type, they are long and thin.

Where the white fur meets their paws, it seems to turn into a pale cream color instead of the blinding snowy white. Its not because their paws are dirty, its natural. Since their whole leg is basically a white color, they appear to have boots, not mittens. Each paw is roughly the same size with a light brown with dark spots pad. These pads are still somewhat soft but each day grows thicker and stronger.

--Temperament

[I am Clay.]

Clay is the happy go-lucky personality. Everything has a silver lining, and her actions reflect this. She is outgoing and can talk to anybody without a problem. Counseling is something she is naturally talented at and easily senses changes in body language and moods. In some ways, she is like a healer, able to work with others and ease their pain. Surprisingly, she has never found someone she has fallen in love with. Although she sidesteps questions regarding love, it is something that she secretly desires. Because her parents died when she was young, the only family she had was her brother, Reed. Clay is a loyal cat, but if something else is a higher priority, she will do what she feels is right. Her choices are guided more by her feelings and less by her mind.

[&more as she ages]

[I am Reed.]

Reed is a shy, introverted cat. His world is not necessarily optimistic like his sister’s but he sees things for what they are. If asked for his opinion, he will tell the truth, even if it is blunt. Being alone with anybody but his sister is awkward to him. He can read body language and moods like his sister, but he does not usually use them to help others. Reed isn’t really selfish; he just feels that there are some things that others should learn from themselves. Like almost all clan cats, he is extremely loyal and he follows the supervisor’s words exactly. Unlike his sister, he is very logical. His parents’ death hit him hard, harder than his sister but he hid this fact because he thought it would make him look weak. Because he is uncomfortable talking to others about himself, the guilt and weight of the loss makes him occasionally grumpy and sharp tongued.

[&more as he ages]

--Reflections of the Past

[The Family]

Our Loving Father, Thistle
Our Loving Mother, Pebble

[Kits]

Sand and Swift were born on the waning moon in the rainy season. When they opened their eyes, the first thing they saw was rain. The lightning frightened them back into the depths of the nursery near their mother, Pebble. The bond between mother and children grew stronger with each day until the sickness. It came from nowhere, sweeping through the camp. The illness attacked the middle aged cats, leaving the kits and elders nearly unharmed. The council believed that it had sprung from a rotting carcass that the warriors had to drag away from the clan camp. Sharing tongues had spread the disease that would later kill many cats. Pebble was one of the first cats to fall ill. Later, Thistle began to show symptoms. Both died within a moon. The two kits were devastated; they were old enough to know what was going on. They were given to a foster mother for the remainder of their time in the nursery. During this period of time, Sand and Swift grieved for their parents and began to prepare for their apprenticeship. Three moons later, the kits were apprenticed.

[Apprentices]

Sand and Swift began their few months as an apprentice like any other cat. Their lives were filled with lessons and training. They soon fell into a rhythm of sorts; wake up at dawn, hunt for prey, training, sharing tongues, and free time. For the first time in many moons, the twins’ griefs for their parents were not overly oppressive. Flashbacks were rare at most, and the two cats soon felt like nothing had ever been wrong. That was until the storm began. Winds and rain tore apart the camp, debris was hurled into dens and the camp was under siege by some massive force. Tidestars was not answering their pleas for help and they feared for the worst. This was the last major event in their history since the sickness.

[&more as they age]

[Warriors]

[&more as they age]

Roleplay Sample:

From: acrashof[thunder]starteditall

Wave nodded at Crash's decision to leave the strongest warriors to help face the storm. A crash, turned her attention to the source of the noise. The nursery wall had collapsed, trapping the cats inside. Adrenaline surged through her veins, and the tabby she cat bounded towards her den.

The wind was blowing harder now, the rain seemed to be coming in horizontal sheets. The healer turned her shoulder into the wind and slowly made her way to the den. I hope the herbs are still there.

Finally, she arrived, exhausted in the entrance of her den. She collapsed with the exertion and laid on the ground for a moment before remembering why she had left the clan in the rain in the first place. She flicked her tail and stood up. The dim light in the den made it hard to see. Her green eyes glowed like flourescent shrimp at night. Dread came over the small she cat in waves. The small pile of herbs had been strewed across the floor of the den. The rocks were in the small pool of water that formed at the base of the shelves. Not wasting any time, she leaped over the puddle and began to salvage the medicinal plants.

With a small bundle of comfrey and tansy secure between her jaws, she left the safety of the den. Once more she was pelted with rain and flying debris. She silently pleaded that the kits and queens were alright. The wind pushed her back towards the den, and she had to dig her claws into the muddy earth to keep from sliding. Wave mustered all of her strength in order to keep the herbs from flying out of her mouth.

A bundle of fur flew towards Wave, and she flinched. It was Frostbite. The look of horror on her face told the healer that the kits and queens were still trapped inside the den. The brown tabby stepped towards the edge of the throng of cats and curled her body around the herbs. Frozen herbs wouldn't help anybody. She knew her strength was measly compared to the warriors and so she placed herself out of the way and waited.

Codeword/Other:

Sierra Nevada

Because their history is not complete, I have left room to fill in the blanks and add more. I did the same for their personality, because as they grow older, their personality will change/redefine itself.

[Sky]

Status; Accepted and Accepted

Outstanding bio.