Post by Fate Admin on Apr 29, 2008 12:00:06 GMT -5
Name: Ravenstar
Age: 42 moons (3 and a half years)
Gender: she-cat
Clan: NightClan
Position: Leader
Description:
At first glance, Ravenstar looks like nothing more than an overgrown apprentice. Her body is small and lithe, making her quick and agile. Her fur is long and silky, she always keeps it very well groomed. She also has an exceptionally long tail, her fur feathering out on it to make it seem thicker than it really is. Her paws are smaller than normal, which helps all the more in making her quick, since her paws aren't big and clumsy.
Her fur is mainly a raven black in color, which is what originally gave her her name of Raven. However, she has white markings in various places. She has an all white muzzle, her chest is white, and the toes on her front paws are also white. Her eyes are a pale amber color that never show the slightest hint of emotion within their depths.
Description Summary: A small, long furred, black and white she-cat with pale amber eyes.
Personality:
Ravenstar is usually a very quiet cat. You could even go to such lengths as to say she was silent, for most of the time she is. This is not to say that she is afraid to speak her mind; she most certainly is not. However, she prefers to sit back and watch without interupting, gaining as much information as possible and sifting through it to see what is false and what is true. She is a keen observer and little gets past her watchful amber eyes.
She is careful in her planning and rarely does anything without thinking it through, weighing the consequences and the rewards. However, even if the consequences might be greater than the rewards, she is very much a risk taker, and might be willing to go ahead with her plans anway. She is extremely stubborn and once she has made up her mind, little can distract her from reaching her goals. This is also a weakness, however, for she is reluctant to take others' advice and just might plunge ahead with a plan that could very well end in tragedy.
She is very cold towards those outside her own Clan and isn't likely to let outsiders join. She is a strong believer in keeping her Clan's bloodline pure, and making sure her cats will stay loyal to NightClan and NightClan only. She follows the warrior code loosely, though has strong faith in StarClan. Within her Clan, she is rather distant, rarely speaking with any cat but her deputy and medicine cat, though she feels a duty to see to queens who have just given birth as well. She has a soft spot for young cats, kits and young apprentices, and she would never do anyhting that would harm a kit, whether from her own Clan or not.
History:
Ravenkit was born to the NightClan deputy, Crowtalon, and a NightClan queen and warrior, Owlflight. Crowtalon was a large, jet black, short furred tom with dark blue eyes while Owlwing was a rather petite, long furred white she-cat with amber eyes. Ravenstar was one of four kits born to the pair, the others were her brothers, Blackkit, a short furred black tom with dark blue eyes, Hawkkit, a short furred brown tom with pale amber eyes, and Falconkit, a short furred white tom with piercing amber eyes. Even as a kit, she was very quiet, patient, and didn't often wander or play unless her brothers prompted it.
Ravenpaw was a very well-mannered apprentice, obedient and keen to learn. She clung to every word her mentor, Mosspelt, said. Although she was never very powerful or strong because of her small size, Mosspelt taught her to use her small size to her advantage, and to dodge around and wear out any much larger opponent while giving small strikes before tiring them out enough to finish it. She has always been a natural and wonderful hunter; from the beginning of her training Mosspelt was impressed by how quickly she learned.
Ravenfeather and her brothers, Blackbird, Hawkeye, and Falconwing were made warriors together, to sit vigil together that first night. As a warrior, Ravenfeather was extremely loyal and devoted to the well being of her Clan. She never ate a single piece of prey on hunting patrols, knowing that the Clan must be fed first, and she often voulunteered for any patrol Crowtalon was setting up. Crowtalon sometimes had to tell her no, and that she should rest instead. She never complained, happy to do anything her Clan needed of her. Two toms, Thornheart and Toadfoot, fought constantly for her affections, but she all but ignored them, not wanting kits and just wanting to serve her Clan as a warrior. Mates held no interest to her at all. As he got older, she began to take on more responsibility and her father often had her leading patrols, border and hunting. She soon had an apprentice of her own, Badgerpaw, and shortly after he became a warrior, her father and deputy, Crowtalon, died of battle wounds.
Russetstar knew how much faith her friend and deputy Crowtalon had in Ravenfeather, and she made her deputy in her father's place. As deputy, Ravenfeather went about with a silent authority and every cat respected her. She had another apprentice as deputy, Frostpaw. Russetstar died shortly after Frostpaw was made Ravenfeather's apprentice, so she finished Frostpaw's training after becoming Ravenstar.
Other: 9 lives
1. Love: to protect the smallest kit and the oldest elder, as if the whole Clan were her kits (Given by Owlflight, her mother, who died of old age)
2. Courage: to face her greatest fears and to fight for her Clan even the face of impossible odds (Given by her father and previous deputy of NightClan, Crowtalon, who died of horrible battle wounds after refusing to give up a fight until other NightClan cats had to drag him away)
3. Endurance and Strength: to keep fighting even when she feels like her body can't take it any more and she must give up (Given by her brother, Blackbird, who died of greencough)
4. Mentoring: to pass on all she knows to the future of her Clan (Given by Fernpaw, her best friend from apprenticehood, she was killed by Demon)
5. Compassion and Understanding: so she can always see that there are 2 sides to any story and so she might judge cats fairly, for what one cat thinks is wrong, another cat might know is right in thier deepest of hearts (Given by Skyheart, her friend from warriorhood who died giving birth to half-StoneClan kits)
6. Respect: for other cats' opinions and ideas, for life, and for death (Given by her uncle, Eagleheart)
7. Wisdom: and the ability to use it well in the service of her Clan (Given by her mentor, Mosspelt, who died of old age)
8. Faith: in herself, her Clan, and StarClan (Given by her aunt and previous medicine cat of NightClan, Phoenixflame)
9. Loyalty: to her Clan and her responsibilities, always (Given by Russetstar, previous leader of Night/ShadowClan)
RP Example:
The small black and white she-cat stalked silently through the undergrowth, her belly fur just barely brushing the fine layer of pine needles underpaw. Pale amber eyes glowed slightly in the moonlight as she led the patrol through their territory. An apprentice had been out for a midnight stroll and had come upon fresh cat scent, soon to find a small group of rogues. Thankfully, he'd come rushing back to camp and alerted them, and Ravenstar had taken a group of 5 warriors and 3 apprentices back out to chase them away. The patrol had split up, one of her senior warriors leading the other since she had left her deputy back in camp just in case the rogues headed that way. She could scent the disgusting smell of rogues and wrinkled her nose slightly.
Flicking her tail in a silent sign for the patrol to stop and spread out, she waited for the apprentice from the second half of the patrol to alert her that they were ready to attack. Soon, there came soft pawstep behind her and she turned to see the young cat searching for her. She stepped forward and he whispered, "They're ready, Ravenstar." She only nodded and motioned for him to join her, "It was good you found them, Darkpaw... now, let's go!" She gave the battle cry and leapt forward to lead her cats into what she knew would be a short battle. Rogues were all cowards when they were outnumbered and probably wouldn't even try to fight back. She was right, one of thc ats fled immediately, but she got her claws into another and gave him a warning bite before letting him go, "Don't ever come back!" Then she turned to see her Clanmates chasing the rest away, spitting out insults and threats after them. She doubted the rogues would ever return to NightClan territory after that!
Age: 42 moons (3 and a half years)
Gender: she-cat
Clan: NightClan
Position: Leader
Description:
At first glance, Ravenstar looks like nothing more than an overgrown apprentice. Her body is small and lithe, making her quick and agile. Her fur is long and silky, she always keeps it very well groomed. She also has an exceptionally long tail, her fur feathering out on it to make it seem thicker than it really is. Her paws are smaller than normal, which helps all the more in making her quick, since her paws aren't big and clumsy.
Her fur is mainly a raven black in color, which is what originally gave her her name of Raven. However, she has white markings in various places. She has an all white muzzle, her chest is white, and the toes on her front paws are also white. Her eyes are a pale amber color that never show the slightest hint of emotion within their depths.
Description Summary: A small, long furred, black and white she-cat with pale amber eyes.
Personality:
Ravenstar is usually a very quiet cat. You could even go to such lengths as to say she was silent, for most of the time she is. This is not to say that she is afraid to speak her mind; she most certainly is not. However, she prefers to sit back and watch without interupting, gaining as much information as possible and sifting through it to see what is false and what is true. She is a keen observer and little gets past her watchful amber eyes.
She is careful in her planning and rarely does anything without thinking it through, weighing the consequences and the rewards. However, even if the consequences might be greater than the rewards, she is very much a risk taker, and might be willing to go ahead with her plans anway. She is extremely stubborn and once she has made up her mind, little can distract her from reaching her goals. This is also a weakness, however, for she is reluctant to take others' advice and just might plunge ahead with a plan that could very well end in tragedy.
She is very cold towards those outside her own Clan and isn't likely to let outsiders join. She is a strong believer in keeping her Clan's bloodline pure, and making sure her cats will stay loyal to NightClan and NightClan only. She follows the warrior code loosely, though has strong faith in StarClan. Within her Clan, she is rather distant, rarely speaking with any cat but her deputy and medicine cat, though she feels a duty to see to queens who have just given birth as well. She has a soft spot for young cats, kits and young apprentices, and she would never do anyhting that would harm a kit, whether from her own Clan or not.
History:
Ravenkit was born to the NightClan deputy, Crowtalon, and a NightClan queen and warrior, Owlflight. Crowtalon was a large, jet black, short furred tom with dark blue eyes while Owlwing was a rather petite, long furred white she-cat with amber eyes. Ravenstar was one of four kits born to the pair, the others were her brothers, Blackkit, a short furred black tom with dark blue eyes, Hawkkit, a short furred brown tom with pale amber eyes, and Falconkit, a short furred white tom with piercing amber eyes. Even as a kit, she was very quiet, patient, and didn't often wander or play unless her brothers prompted it.
Ravenpaw was a very well-mannered apprentice, obedient and keen to learn. She clung to every word her mentor, Mosspelt, said. Although she was never very powerful or strong because of her small size, Mosspelt taught her to use her small size to her advantage, and to dodge around and wear out any much larger opponent while giving small strikes before tiring them out enough to finish it. She has always been a natural and wonderful hunter; from the beginning of her training Mosspelt was impressed by how quickly she learned.
Ravenfeather and her brothers, Blackbird, Hawkeye, and Falconwing were made warriors together, to sit vigil together that first night. As a warrior, Ravenfeather was extremely loyal and devoted to the well being of her Clan. She never ate a single piece of prey on hunting patrols, knowing that the Clan must be fed first, and she often voulunteered for any patrol Crowtalon was setting up. Crowtalon sometimes had to tell her no, and that she should rest instead. She never complained, happy to do anything her Clan needed of her. Two toms, Thornheart and Toadfoot, fought constantly for her affections, but she all but ignored them, not wanting kits and just wanting to serve her Clan as a warrior. Mates held no interest to her at all. As he got older, she began to take on more responsibility and her father often had her leading patrols, border and hunting. She soon had an apprentice of her own, Badgerpaw, and shortly after he became a warrior, her father and deputy, Crowtalon, died of battle wounds.
Russetstar knew how much faith her friend and deputy Crowtalon had in Ravenfeather, and she made her deputy in her father's place. As deputy, Ravenfeather went about with a silent authority and every cat respected her. She had another apprentice as deputy, Frostpaw. Russetstar died shortly after Frostpaw was made Ravenfeather's apprentice, so she finished Frostpaw's training after becoming Ravenstar.
Other: 9 lives
1. Love: to protect the smallest kit and the oldest elder, as if the whole Clan were her kits (Given by Owlflight, her mother, who died of old age)
2. Courage: to face her greatest fears and to fight for her Clan even the face of impossible odds (Given by her father and previous deputy of NightClan, Crowtalon, who died of horrible battle wounds after refusing to give up a fight until other NightClan cats had to drag him away)
3. Endurance and Strength: to keep fighting even when she feels like her body can't take it any more and she must give up (Given by her brother, Blackbird, who died of greencough)
4. Mentoring: to pass on all she knows to the future of her Clan (Given by Fernpaw, her best friend from apprenticehood, she was killed by Demon)
5. Compassion and Understanding: so she can always see that there are 2 sides to any story and so she might judge cats fairly, for what one cat thinks is wrong, another cat might know is right in thier deepest of hearts (Given by Skyheart, her friend from warriorhood who died giving birth to half-StoneClan kits)
6. Respect: for other cats' opinions and ideas, for life, and for death (Given by her uncle, Eagleheart)
7. Wisdom: and the ability to use it well in the service of her Clan (Given by her mentor, Mosspelt, who died of old age)
8. Faith: in herself, her Clan, and StarClan (Given by her aunt and previous medicine cat of NightClan, Phoenixflame)
9. Loyalty: to her Clan and her responsibilities, always (Given by Russetstar, previous leader of Night/ShadowClan)
RP Example:
The small black and white she-cat stalked silently through the undergrowth, her belly fur just barely brushing the fine layer of pine needles underpaw. Pale amber eyes glowed slightly in the moonlight as she led the patrol through their territory. An apprentice had been out for a midnight stroll and had come upon fresh cat scent, soon to find a small group of rogues. Thankfully, he'd come rushing back to camp and alerted them, and Ravenstar had taken a group of 5 warriors and 3 apprentices back out to chase them away. The patrol had split up, one of her senior warriors leading the other since she had left her deputy back in camp just in case the rogues headed that way. She could scent the disgusting smell of rogues and wrinkled her nose slightly.
Flicking her tail in a silent sign for the patrol to stop and spread out, she waited for the apprentice from the second half of the patrol to alert her that they were ready to attack. Soon, there came soft pawstep behind her and she turned to see the young cat searching for her. She stepped forward and he whispered, "They're ready, Ravenstar." She only nodded and motioned for him to join her, "It was good you found them, Darkpaw... now, let's go!" She gave the battle cry and leapt forward to lead her cats into what she knew would be a short battle. Rogues were all cowards when they were outnumbered and probably wouldn't even try to fight back. She was right, one of thc ats fled immediately, but she got her claws into another and gave him a warning bite before letting him go, "Don't ever come back!" Then she turned to see her Clanmates chasing the rest away, spitting out insults and threats after them. She doubted the rogues would ever return to NightClan territory after that!