Swallowstorm

**Swallowstorm** is a tortoiseshell and white cat with a yellow-green eye.

**Swallowstorm** was born as **Swallowkit** to unknown parents.

## Appearance

A long-haired tortoiseshell and white she-cat with a yellow-green eye, Swallowstorm has black and red mixed all-throughout her body. The left side of her nose and muzzle are red with black covering the right side of her nose, along with a black nose. Her left cheek and ears are completely black, but the right cheek is a mix of red and black. She has a white patch of fur on her chest and some more white on her forepaws and on her left flank. She has a small nick on her left ear that leaves the top of her ear tilted slightly. The major difference is that her right eye is missing; she lost it when some rocks flew into her eye when she was performing her duties as a cliff climber. She compensated and learned to perform her duties with one eye, and her remaining eye is a beautiful yellow hue, sometimes looking a little green in certain lights, usually during dusk or dawn.

## Personality

Swallowstorm is a rather old cat, but in these times at least she feels older than she actually is. With the harsh leaf-bare wiping out most cats her age, she sometimes feels like a lone warrior who managed to survive the harsh season. Though she feels that this miracle was probably due to the fact that she was in the nursery with her two kits, as she was being fed the meager morsels that could be found first during the harshest leaf-bare the Clans had ever had. Swallowstorm wishes with all her heart that no leaf-bare is nearly as harsh as this one was.

She is a typical older cat at times—she can be grumpy and gripe about the small things, but she also can be sweet to those who are respectful and nice, something that seems contradictory at times, but she tries her best not to snap at those who are undeserving of the rebuke. Swallowstorm loved being a warrior, and she especially loved climbing the cliffs, using her larger size to her advantage moving rocks when needed. She had a favorite spot on top of the rocky outcrop—she would try her best to be there when the sun was coming up, loving when the sun would slowly spill light across the territory and she was high enough up to see.

If given the choice, Swallowstorm would remain a warrior for as long as she was able, but when she started having problems with her footing and falling far more often than she was supposed to, she realized that she was liable to get either herself or someone else killed if she kept pushing herself to remain a warrior. She only became an elder around ninety moons, having tried to go back to being a warrior in the two moons since her kits were made apprentices, but the point was driven home when she tried to climb the rocky outcrop once again and ended up with a badly sprained shoulder after slipping and nearly drowning when she fell in the water.

She is a very passionate cat; she loves fiercely and is protective of those she holds dear, but at times has a hard time expressing her love through words. Swallowstorm has always found it easier to express herself through physical affection, such as brushing her tail down the back or across the shoulders, even doing quick licks across the ears as a way of showing her affection towards the recipient.

A very tactile cat, Swallowstorm finds it more comfortable when sleeping to be pressed up against Gooseheart. She loves her mate dearly, and the two of them have been mates for a long time—most of their lives as warriors in fact. She can barely remember a night when she wasn’t curled up with Gooseheart, and he even spent the nights in the nursery with her rather than the warriors' den. She can only ever express her relief and happiness that Gooseheart retired around the same time she did so they weren’t separated for very long.

Swallowstorm loves and adores her daughters, and she sees them as her miracles since she and her mate Gooseheart had tried for so many moons to have kits, but unfortunately their wish did not come true. It came as a complete surprise when she was informed that she was pregnant when she was eighty-one moons old.

At the time, she saw it as both a blessing and a worry. She was excited to finally have the kits she had always wanted, but was worried about having them at such an age. She was extremely grateful to have survived the birth, especially since Oakbreeze was on her own for the first time since the previous healer had died just before the birth took place. Swallowstorm holds a special regard for the healer in her heart, grateful for the care she received afterwards.

## Family

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

**Kits:**
Crowswoop (living, confirmed)
Larkmeadow (living, confirmed)