Swallowcall

This page is about Swallowcall, a roleplay character created by MonkeyCSaw.

Physical Description
Swallowcall is an odd silver-blue furred tom with a white underbelly and long white legs. Everything about his body is long, from his tail and skinny torso to his angular face and pointed ears. His eyes are a distinctive dark gold. His left ear has a large nick in it.

Age: 42 moons (3.5 years)

Status: Medicine Cat of NightClan

Personality & History
Swallowcall is a charming, soft-spoken, intelligent tom-cat. He is dedicated most entirely to caring for his clan-mates and is very fond of his apprentice.

However, behind his warm mask lies an extremely cold heart. Swallowcall cares for no cat but himself. If he can gain, he will go for it. He hates NightClan with every fibre of his being and will stop at nothing to see it torn down. Extremely patient and clever, he knows how to bide his time and restrain himself. He holds himself above all other cats and is, in this way, selfish, manipulative, egotistical, arrogant, and extremely vain. He is, however, also a great coward.

Swallowcall is extraordinarily patient and is gifted with great forethought and cleverness. He easily understands other cats and their motives, as well as their strengths and weaknesses. He never charges in unprepared (hardly ever charges in actually). He prefers to control from the shadows. He has a talent for manipulation and acting. His hunting and fighting skills are average. Swallowcall is proud, vain, arrogant, and greedy. He wishes to be recognized as the true genius he is. He is a huge coward who would rather talk his way out of a situation than fight his way. His fondness for Robinpaw is not an act. He admires her goodness and try as he may, cannot squash his affections for her (no, not a love interest, father-daughter love). This could be the one chink in his armor, so to say.

Swallowcall is Galefoot's brother. He sowed the seeds of Galefoot's quick temper and hasty tongue and encouraged him to speak his mind to the Tribe. While gathering herbs, he exchanged information, promising his help, but when the battle came, lost his nerve. It took him a long time to get back in the Tribe's good graces and he still exchanges information in exchange for the promise that he will control a good stretch of land when NightClan is eradicated.