Swanleaf

***Spoiler warning:** Plot and/or ending details follow.*
> *"You are a drifter. . yes? From one of us to another. . I'm quite curious. . . do you long for the eyes of your clan? Or do you perhaps enjoy the separation you have more?"*
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**Swanleaf** is a muscular, fluffy sun-bleached brown molly.
**Swanleaf** was born to Doveswirl and Clayvine, alongside her sister Stoatnose.

## Skills/Faults

*Skills*

Need herbs collected? Swanleaf is the cat for you. Whenever she comes across a strange new berry or herb, Swanleaf's memory will record it for her to return to. It's one of the few things she can be relied on for consistently. In general she is rather knowledgeable about herbs, though seldom has reason to apply said knowledge. At the very least, she is better at handling herbs then she is at defending herself in a fight.

*Faults*

Swanleaf's most obvious flaw is her very laissez-faire treatment of her own life. While she may hold other's lives in high regard, she tends to be relaxed at the idea of injury or death. She doesn't seek it out, it's quite far from it, but she feels that whatever happens to her occurs for a reason. Whether preventable or not, should Swanleaf get hurt mentally or physically, she'll often shrug it off. At best she simply ignores it and at worst she may just outright forget about her problems until they bite her later. She'll generally have to be forced into accepting help by others. . . This attitude tends to interfere and upset those who get close to her. Even more so when she's wholly incapable of understanding what the fuss is over. It seems like she's being stubborn, but Swanleaf had lived most of her life in this manner. At the end of the day, it's the one constant in life she can rely on.

## Personality

Swanleaf can be. . a rather difficult cat to understand, or even get to know at all. With how little she stays around others, a proper understanding of this cat is tough to get. Ironically, she doesn't even push away those who try to get close. She's. . actually quite kind when spoken to. Most just seem to gravitate away from Swanleaf. She herself. . . doesn't mind this fact too much, but she finds it amusing. Swanleaf is far from a frightening cat. Quite the contrary. She's very gentle and handles everyone she speaks to with care. Low and slow tones when speaking, relaxed mannerisms and a passive demeanor. From the little to the large, Swanleaf does her best to appear calm whether she notices it or not. Of course, upon a second glance, Swanleaf is. . much more eccentric then she appears. Namely- she's very awkward socially speaking. Much of her effort going into seeming calm primarily masks her inability to not only understand other cats, but communicate with them. While she isn't the type to stutter, she tends to think. . a lot. Especially in the middle of conversations. It wouldn't be too strange seeing Swanleaf fall completely silent mid sentence in order to think of what to say next. She simply doesn't think ahead too much when it comes to communication. She says what comes to mind and if nothing comes to mind she falls silent. It's. . charming in a strange way. Seeing her try to sound out words she completely forgot how to say is certainly odd, but it isn't even the complete extent of her nature. Swanleaf is forgetful in the strangest of places. Language, movement or basic knowledge about survival. Swanleaf can forget one moment and remember in another. Amusingly, her memory when it comes to collecting is rather impeccable, but she can lose almost anything else at the drop of a hat. So try not to be shocked if she forgets her own name for a moment. Especially when it comes to high stress situations. Swanleaf's management of those is. . . questionable. Being a graceful cat, she can dodge and run with ease but. . tends not to? If need be, she'll assist another cat, but doesn't treat herself with the same vigor. Very little of what Swanleaf does for herself is full of any excitement. It's merely relaxed. Whatever happens, happens.

## Detailed History

*Sirenstar's Reign*

Swanleaf first appears interacting with an unknown tom, later revealed to be Driftwood. The two interact, and she begins to make assumptions about the tom, if he's truly alive, and what exactly he is. When he begins to speak in tongues,

## Detailed Appearance

A graceful, albeit slightly messy long haired cat, Swanleaf yields a slightly more muscular build that allows her to travel long distances with ease. Dark brown fur that can appear black in certain lighting can usually be seen covered in all sorts of twigs, pollen and leaves she often forgets to shake off. Swanleaf can mostly be said to appear normal for the most part. . that is- except for her ears. They're slightly longer than most would expect and tend to droop a tad. Aside from such a quirk however, Swanleaf is just a very fluffy cat who's body tells a thousand strange stories of her travels.

## Kin

Mother: Doveswirl

Father: Clayvine

Sister: Stoatnose

## Backstory

Swanleaf has always lived her life in some sort of isolation. From the disappearance of her father to the quietness of her day to day life as a kit, Swanleaf could never say she had many outlets for being social. She tended to avoid other kits and often clashed with her sister due to differences in temperaments. In essence, Swanleaf wasn't too talkative. Though- considering who her parents were, this wasn't much of a shock. Neither of Swanleaf's parents were social sorts just like she. They were drifters whom happened to share the same views on life and subsequently fall into a relationship. Was it love? Lust? Swanleaf certainly doesn't know. But this relationship led to two kits being born. Of course, holding the same relaxed view on life and never really having a clear relationship, it wasn't unexpected seeing Swanleaf's father leave to places unknown soon after the kits birth. Like parent, like child, Swanleaf was taught by her mother to understand that life was ever evolving. Ever changing. The life she held as a kit wouldn't last forever. Nothing would. And that was okay! While it was a slightly. . . grim view, Swanleaf learned to appreciate life as she grew older. To love it's beauty and strangeness. The vastness of it! The world itself was the major reason she wished to become a drifter. It was the chance to not only have some sort of use to those around her, but to also see what the world could offer her and her clan. As Swanleaf gradually reached her recent years, both her sister and mother had left her. The cat couldn't say it caused her much distress however. Though she knows not of where they are, she knows they are doing just as she is. Celebrating life. She herself is the only one who remains at the clan for extended periods of time. . . though that isn't really saying much.

## Trivia

* She is Demisexual Panromantic, and uses she/her pronouns.

## Quotes

*"The birds. . . Mm. Their songs are something else, huh? You sound awfully lonesome, stranger."*

-Swanleaf to Driftwood during her debut.

*"You are a drifter. . yes? From one of us to another. . I'm quite curious. . . do you long for the eyes of your clan? Or do you perhaps enjoy the separation you have more?"*

-Swanleaf to Driftwood.