[Mystery]

Slowly the tom crept up behind it. There it was before him, a plump, round mouse he was destined to catch. He must, he thought to himself, he must catch the mouse. Because it was leaf-bare, Swamptail had decided to try to catch some land prey, because fish where scarce, of course! The tom daren't try catch land prey if it was any other time, but as of now, it was what he preferred to do.

With his frosty blue eyes, he store at the prey with little acknowledgement of how to catch the bark-brown mouse. After a short while, he launched, paws out-stretched, leaving his stomach exposed for a heartbeat, and claws unsheathed. Nearing the ground, he realized that he forgot to aim his pounce, and hadn't lept far enough. Swamptail's prey ran away, but he was on its bald, slithering tail. Just before he was going to swing for it, a cat lept from beside him, scaring the mouse, and it crawled into a small hole, frightened. ''Mouse Dung!'' he cried, before padding around the hole in anger.


''Who are you?''
The cat answers, then repeating the question.
''Im Swamptail, what is it to you?''
He doesn't answer, and just asks how old he is, instead.
''Im 27 moons old- but, again, what is it to you?''
The ignorant tom carries on asking questions, this time, what do you like?
''*Sigh* My favourite prey is fish, obviously, I like rolling under the sun in green-leaf and swimming in Riverclan's rivers,''
The tom opened his mouth to ask his next question, but Swamptail answered before he could speak.
''I dislike toms who scare away prey, rogues, kittypets, twolegs, a number of other things, like losing.''
''What is your favourite season?''
''Gren-leaf, because it's warm, we can eat fish and usually the river isn't frozen over!''
''What sexuality are you?''
''Im heretosexual, and why do you care?''
He moved on, asking the next question, ''why do you think you would make a good deputy?''
''Deputy?! I--''
''Just answer the question, please!''
''Uh, ok. Im loyal, I'd eat kittypet food for a whole 24 moons to save Riverclan! I am quite a good hunter... and a bit of a fighter, if you ask me. I tend to think of some crazy ideas, though...''
''Well thats all that I have to ask you!''
''Better be..''
''Thanks for your time!'' and with that, the tom slipped away.

The one thing this tom hated most was losing- including losing prey. While he enjoyed a challenge, he didn't enjoy losing one, but didn't make too much of a big deal when there where other cats around him. Swamp, despite being a bit of a sore loser, is really loyal and courageous, willing to give his life to defend his clan or friends. Swamptail can be a bit of a goof and loves to mess around when he finds it appropriate, but he can be very caring and thoughtful to others to comfort.



Swamptail was a large, bulky tabby maine coon tom with beryl blue eyes that blazed like the power of the sun amongst foilage around the brown cat. Amongst his cocoa coloured fur are numerous dark brown stripes, which are all over the mackerel tabby's long haired, fuzzy build. Stripes from his back stretch down towards his stomach, which demonstartes a frosty white colour that stands out amongst the brown, dark colours that make up most of his muscular body. Swamp's creamy paws are black at the tip, and the colour spreads back to his ankles and spreads across the back of all his paws, with miniscule, thin stripes that reach out. His long, silky tail is the same, reallt, yet the cream is whiter than on his powerful paws.


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Swamptail
Male
27 Moons
Riverclan
Heretosexual
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Swamptail is a cat whom I've had for a while. He can be a little goof at times, but is really loveable and thoughtful! In the few paragraphs above, it should cover most of his information (Personality, appearance) if not I have provided a few pictures and his information! ^^

~~|Roleplay Example|~~

||~Leaf-Bare~||


Swamptail swished his tail, scattering the snow behind him as it swayed. His long, brown fur didn't fit in with the snow- so prey would often run away. The tom was practicing stalking in the snow, hopefully to increase his chances of catching prey in the future.With every step he places his creamy paws slowly on the chilled, frosty snow. Suddenly, his ears perked up as he heard snow hit the ground-- which he was sure wasn't him.


It had been a water vole scurrying across the snow- when he found out, Swamp lowered down and had used what he'd just been doing. Stalking. Swamp's mouth was open, trying to get a whiff of the prey, while he paced slowly. Aha! There it is, thought the tom, focusing his azure eyes on the juicy, plump, succulent water vole that he'd been waiting for! Readying his back legs, arching his back, ready for the jump, he stalked a bit further before releasing his almighty pounce. His chocolate-dipped paws landed directly ontop of the prey, which he raked with his unsheathed, algae stained claws on the stomach. Nevermind him killling it, Swamptail batted it around, because thats what he did when he caught fish, and thought maybe he'd do it with this water vole.


He was on his way back to Riverclan's camp, when he noticed that he had to carry the vole across the water. Swamptail dreaded this part. The cocoa tom remembered back to when he became a warrior, he was bringing back a fish, and dropped into into the water. He then had to fish it back out, which he found quite hard. Climbing into the water, he moved his paws back and forth, his head ramaining above the surface, the water voles head fully submerged. ''That wasn't so hard!'' he muttered as he climbed through the entrance to camp. Swamp set down his cacth next to all the others and paced towards the warriors den for a nice long, quiet nap.