Story
Swan Petals was born in The Maplelands in a field very far from the main camp. His mother died as she birthed him, leaving Swan Petals alone and defenseless. Being born inside The Maplelands, he was immediately welcomed as one of them.
He was a very slow learner as a kit, choosing to stare at the moon or watch the wind lift the dust from the earth instead of learning how to hunt. The older Maplecats eventually gave up, figuring he would learn when he got older. While he never did learn such practical things as hunting or fighting, he learned something that very few cats ever do; how to listen. He can tell when a storm is coming by the pattern the leaves rustle in; he can hear the frost crackle in the air the night before a snowstorm; he is lulled to sleep by the mechanical whirring of the stars.
Swan Petals is an outgoing, very kind cat who enjoys the beauty of nature, in all forms. He can find elegance in the dance of death, delicacy in the fires that ravage the trees, and finds the little grubs that eat at the decaying things of the earth quite charming. He is soft-spoken and charming, often meditating by the bubbling brooks or dozing in the overgrown fields of dry wheat in the autumn. He is largely unconcerned with the struggles of life and death, choosing to simply enjoy all of the small things that pass by.
