Post by rixyfish on Apr 12, 2010 21:01:07 GMT -5
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Name |
Raven; [Ravenpaw]; Ravenwhisker
Gender |
she-cat
Age |
11 moons
Rank |
apprentice
Clan |
PineClan
Beliefs|
She was born amongst cats who considered the dead to be dead and nothing more. She still holds firmly to that belief, though sometimes she wishes Arrow and Charis were up there watching over her.
Parents |
Arrow--mother; deceased
Charis--father; deceased
Sparrow--adopted mother(NP)
Brick--adopted father(NP)
Siblings |
Mudpaw(DC)
Mate |
Not yet
Crush |
Not yet
Kits |
Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor |
Not yet
Appearance |
Ravenpaw’s a little she-cat with short legs and a long, slender tail. She looks a lot younger than she is with her kittish size and face. Her black fur is coarse and wiry, usually pressed flat against her body. She’s got a habit of rolling in mud, insisting it masks her scent to make hunting easier and helps her blend better with the forest.
She’s got a generally muscular body, not particularly thick or thin in any area. Her fur is mostly black, with a patch of white on her belly- usually hidden by mud –and the tip of her tail is white, too. The fur on her cheeks fans out longer than on the rest of her body, usually unkempt and clumpy.
Her eyes are bright yellow-green, glowing with determination.
Personality |
Ravenpaw’s full of spunk. She’s always first to volunteer for anything around camp, whether it’s taking prey to the elders or heading out for a patrol. She’s made a pretty good name for herself, although when the older cats head out and she’s done sucking up, she can be pretty snotty. She’s extremely hard-headed and controlling. She feels she deserves to have a say in anything and everything. She’s all but shut Mudpaw into his own little shell.
She doesn't really mean much harm, though. She longs so much to be great that she forgets she ought to be nice, too. Her scary, rough exterior can usually be weathered down quick and, once she's done with her tough charade, it's clear how distraught she really is. She still has yet to find herself, and worries that the bad name she's already made for herself will stick with her for the rest of her life. She's thouroughly troubled and has many self-conflicts.
Of all the cats she's hard on, she's hardest on herself.
Skills |
Ravenpaw’s parents trained her decently before they died. She learned her hunting techniques from her father and fighting from her fierce, independent mother. She was still young, though, when they died, and has much to learn. Hunting is definitely her strongest point, fighting coming in at a close second.
History |
Ravenpaw was born into a group of semi-nomadic, viciously fierce cats, all bred to look the same. Every day they would take the older kits out to train. The cats were ruthless and intense and never backed down in a fight. They taught their young this and raised them to be brave. Raven always admired her parents and has longed to be highly ranked and looked up to like they were. They moved around for a while before settling on a territory that was a good distance from where the Clans are now. The river they used to fish in was tainted, though, and the cats started dying. The Elder, a wise old cat that led them, decided that they had to move. He feared that this would be the end of the group and, sadly, it was. They split up into smaller groups, most consisting of family members and some close friends, and they set off. Raven’s parents took her, her brother, and her sister, and started towards the now-Clan territory. They were resting where MeadowClan would soon live when a fox attacked them and killed her siblings. Her parents tried to fight it off, but they died eventually as well. Raven, caked in mud from the journey and not grooming herself, was able to slip away. She took off and ended up running into Thorn, who asked her if she wanted to join his family. She accepted.
As they grew, Raven discovered she didn’t like living with another cat her age. He acted like they'd been born in the same litter, which they hadn't. He was too nice and too... something. She start pushing him away, bit by bit, scared of the both old and unfamiliar feelings he was drawing out of her.
When the Clans moved in, Raven was reminded of her family. She was eager to join but hesitant once she was told of StarClan. Where she was born, she was taught to honor the dead, but they were dead for a reason. Only the living could help you when you were in trouble. She happily chose PineClan, only a little bit peeved when Mudpaw and his parents tagged along.
Name |
Gender |
she-cat
Age |
11 moons
Rank |
apprentice
Clan |
PineClan
Beliefs|
She was born amongst cats who considered the dead to be dead and nothing more. She still holds firmly to that belief, though sometimes she wishes Arrow and Charis were up there watching over her.
Parents |
Arrow--mother; deceased
Charis--father; deceased
Sparrow--adopted mother(NP)
Brick--adopted father(NP)
Siblings |
Mudpaw(DC)
Mate |
Not yet
Crush |
Not yet
Kits |
Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor |
Not yet
Appearance |
Ravenpaw’s a little she-cat with short legs and a long, slender tail. She looks a lot younger than she is with her kittish size and face. Her black fur is coarse and wiry, usually pressed flat against her body. She’s got a habit of rolling in mud, insisting it masks her scent to make hunting easier and helps her blend better with the forest.
She’s got a generally muscular body, not particularly thick or thin in any area. Her fur is mostly black, with a patch of white on her belly- usually hidden by mud –and the tip of her tail is white, too. The fur on her cheeks fans out longer than on the rest of her body, usually unkempt and clumpy.
Her eyes are bright yellow-green, glowing with determination.
Personality |
Ravenpaw’s full of spunk. She’s always first to volunteer for anything around camp, whether it’s taking prey to the elders or heading out for a patrol. She’s made a pretty good name for herself, although when the older cats head out and she’s done sucking up, she can be pretty snotty. She’s extremely hard-headed and controlling. She feels she deserves to have a say in anything and everything. She’s all but shut Mudpaw into his own little shell.
She doesn't really mean much harm, though. She longs so much to be great that she forgets she ought to be nice, too. Her scary, rough exterior can usually be weathered down quick and, once she's done with her tough charade, it's clear how distraught she really is. She still has yet to find herself, and worries that the bad name she's already made for herself will stick with her for the rest of her life. She's thouroughly troubled and has many self-conflicts.
Of all the cats she's hard on, she's hardest on herself.
Skills |
Ravenpaw’s parents trained her decently before they died. She learned her hunting techniques from her father and fighting from her fierce, independent mother. She was still young, though, when they died, and has much to learn. Hunting is definitely her strongest point, fighting coming in at a close second.
History |
Ravenpaw was born into a group of semi-nomadic, viciously fierce cats, all bred to look the same. Every day they would take the older kits out to train. The cats were ruthless and intense and never backed down in a fight. They taught their young this and raised them to be brave. Raven always admired her parents and has longed to be highly ranked and looked up to like they were. They moved around for a while before settling on a territory that was a good distance from where the Clans are now. The river they used to fish in was tainted, though, and the cats started dying. The Elder, a wise old cat that led them, decided that they had to move. He feared that this would be the end of the group and, sadly, it was. They split up into smaller groups, most consisting of family members and some close friends, and they set off. Raven’s parents took her, her brother, and her sister, and started towards the now-Clan territory. They were resting where MeadowClan would soon live when a fox attacked them and killed her siblings. Her parents tried to fight it off, but they died eventually as well. Raven, caked in mud from the journey and not grooming herself, was able to slip away. She took off and ended up running into Thorn, who asked her if she wanted to join his family. She accepted.
As they grew, Raven discovered she didn’t like living with another cat her age. He acted like they'd been born in the same litter, which they hadn't. He was too nice and too... something. She start pushing him away, bit by bit, scared of the both old and unfamiliar feelings he was drawing out of her.
When the Clans moved in, Raven was reminded of her family. She was eager to join but hesitant once she was told of StarClan. Where she was born, she was taught to honor the dead, but they were dead for a reason. Only the living could help you when you were in trouble. She happily chose PineClan, only a little bit peeved when Mudpaw and his parents tagged along.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp