Swanfeather

**Swanfeather** is a black and white cat with yellow eyes.

**Swanfeather** was born as **Swankit** to Silverstep and Yewtwist.

## Appearance

Swanfeather is a long-haired black and white she-cat with yellow eyes. She has a sturdy build and long legs that help her navigate the undergrowth as a ground scout. Swanfeather has black fur covering her entire body except for her throat, a small bit of white on her right lip, a small bit of white on the underside of her tail, and the toes on all her paws. Her whiskers on her face are all white, standing out against the black fur and her black nose. Her tail is rather short but still long enough that it wraps comfortably around her paws when she sits.

## Personality

Swanfeather is a pretty she-cat who believes that nothing she does can go wrong. If anything does happen, it wasn’t her fault. She was raised by Silverstep and Yewtwist, two older cats who wanted to shower their daughter with love since she was born when they were older warriors. Unfortunately, they never told her no or corrected her when she did something wrong, and in doing so, Swanfeather grew up with the mentality that nothing she did was wrong.

There was one tom that she grew up with that she fell in love with, though. She grew up with Rampaw and fully believed that they were destined to be together. Swanfeather wasn’t the best apprentice, not wishing to put the work into training but fully believing that no matter what, she would become a warrior. When she was told that she wouldn’t be promoted alongside the rest of the apprentices, she nearly fainted. She wanted to rail at the unfairness of it, stuck as an apprentice while her love got to move forward. The blame was fully placed on her mentor and even placed on the leader, as she believed they were holding her back for no reason.

When she finally managed to become a warrior at fourteen moons old, Swanfeather was so happy, she could nearly purr with delight. Then, only a moon after she became a warrior, she found out that she was pregnant. The dismay that swept through her at the news nearly sent her into a frenzy, and it was only Ramstorm’s support that kept her together. Swanfeather was bitter about the circumstances, as she only got to enjoy the freedom of being a warrior for three moons, one of which she was partially confined to the nursery when both her mate and loved ones begged her not to push herself for the sake of her kits.

Woollykit was born, one kit for all the trouble she went through, after stepping back from her warrior duties and the pain of giving birth. Swanfeather tried in the first few moons to actually love her son, but she couldn’t help the bitterness that welled up whenever she would watch a patrol leave camp or even watch apprentices come back holding prey. The bitterness continued to grow, though Swanfeather did her best to hide it, especially since Ramstorm seemed so excited about having a son. Then, leaf-fall came and it was harsher than the previous leaf-fall, leaving prey so scarce as if it was already leaf-bare.

Ramstorm started giving up meals in order to see Swanfeather and Woollykit fed, and day by day Swanfeather watched as her mate lost weight. She started ignoring her son in favor of trying to help her mate, though she listened to him when he told her to stay in camp, that she needed to remain with their son. Then leaf-bare arrived and Ramstorm was one of the first to die in the harsh conditions, unable to withstand the longer periods of starvation in his already weakened state.

Swanfeather fell into despair after Ramstorm’s death and her bitterness and disappointment swelled up, swallowing any form of motherly affection she held for Woollypaw. She distanced herself even further from her son than she had previously, no longer even just watching him or staying in the nursery with him. Swanfeather spent the remaining time that Woollykit was in the nursery out in the forest, either hunting or simply sitting and staring up into the trees. During those moments where she was alone, she kept thinking over and over again that none of this would have happened if Ramstorm hadn’t been giving up his meals to her and Woollykit during leaf-fall.

She blamed her son for her mate's death, believing that his existence was the sole reason for it. She carries the bitterness inside her, swelling up whenever she looks at Woollycloud. Despite the negative feelings, Swanfeather still loves her son and so does expect him to be the best, finding it hard to bite back remarks whenever he falls short in any sort of challenge. She struggles to even try to show any sort of approval, finding it difficult to push those words out with any sort of meaning behind them.

The only times that Swanfeather will show genuine love for her son are if he is injured or in some sort of distress. Those moments, though, are swift and fleeting. Even if she realizes that she doesn’t wish to lose her son, she can’t hold back the bitterness and disappointment towards him. She does love her son, but she can’t find it in herself to overcome all the wrongs that have happened in her life because of him.

## Family

**Former Mate:**
Ramstorm (deceased, StarClan member)

**Fling:**
Silvershine (living, confirmed)

**Kits:**
Ivorypaw (living, confirmed)
Sablepaw (living, confirmed)
Starlingpaw (living, confirmed)
Woollycloud (living, confirmed)

**Parents:**
Silverstep (deceased, StarClan member)
Yewtwist (living, confirmed)