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Post by Hana on Jun 16, 2009 13:12:49 GMT -6
Name: Ravencry
Gender: Female
Age: 80 Moons
Clan: Thunder
Rank: Warrior (Senior)
Description: Ravencry's look is very simple. She has jet black feathery fur that is set to a deep violet color in the sun. It heats her body up very quickly, but fortunately she is surrounded by the shade from trees and undergrowth. Her fur in thin, yet long. This also helps her keep cool. The sad thing is that her fur tends to get matted very easily, but she takes care of her fur. Her eyes are a dazzling yellow. They reflect much of the light around her, and gives her fantastic vision.
Her body is slender and soft when it comes to features. Her head is rounded beautifully and her maw is soft and well proportioned according to the size and shape of her head. Ravencry's legs are the right size, and so is her tail. The only thing wrong is a disgusting scar on her neck. She got the scar when she was an Apprentice of eight moons, and she got into a fight with MountainClan. It made her loose her voice, and she has been mute ever since.
Personality: You'd think a mute cat would show no emotion, because they can't speak. But really, it's all about body language for her. She tries to make it as clear as possible when she needs something. If she's happy she'll make a cat's smile and crescent her eyes. If she's angry her tail will lash more then it needs to. If she's hungry or tired she'll drag along so you know she needs to rest. And if she's alarmed, her fur fluffs up more then it would for a normal cat.
Overall she is a very peaceful she-cat. She is very sensitive over her being mute, and extremely protective over her kit. Basically, if you offend her, you better watch out.
History: (Raven)
When she was born, she was nothing but a loner. Her Mother, Night, gave her the name Raven for her dark feathery fur. Night had supposedly lived in or near a Clan before, and knew their customs and ways. She'd tell her kit, Raven, all about the Clans. Raven was always fascinated by the Clan-cats, and wished she could be with them someday.
Everything was fine and dandy for a while. Night and Raven lived happily together, and enjoyed their lives. But one day, Night's mood changed. She became darker, grimmer, like something bad was in the future. The responsible Mother sat her daughter down one evening, and explained to Raven was she was to do if anything ever happened to her.
"Go to the Clans." Night murmured quietly. "You'll know they are a Clan by their mingled scents. Go to their scent markers, and sit there until a patrol comes. They'll take you back to camp, and ask you your name. And what will you tell them?" She asked briskly, in a hushed tone.
"Raven..." The young she-cat said simply. Her Mother's smoky blue eyes glimmered.
"Ravenpaw! You will tell them Ravenpaw." She corrected and sighed. "But why should you have to worry about me leaving? I promise, I'll be with you as long as I can." The dark gray she-cat murmured sweetly, and sent her kit off to bed.
The next morning, Night's body lied motionless a few meters outside of their den. Raven had guessed this would happen. Why else would her Mother explain such things to her? With little time to mourn, the she-cat set off for the nearest Clan. From then on, she was Ravenpaw.
(Ravenpaw)
She arrived in the Clans when she was eight moons. Blazingstar, the current leader of ThunderClan at the time, allowed her in and said he'd assign her a mentor later. After a quick bite to eat and getting acquainted with the rest of the Clan, she was asked for a patrol. Ravenpaw was token around the territory, only to have her patrol be attacked by Th'RoanClan.
The brave little she-cat confronted the tom, Mystic, but of course the experienced tom was a bit to much for her. He pinned her down, and she fell limp. Mystic took the bait, and lightened up on the attack. Ravenpaw sneaked on a good rake along his stomach, which managed to rip it straight open. She was glad that her Mother was smart to start teaching her these things the moment she could walk. But Mystic just came back strong, and sank his teeth into the soft exposed part of her neck.
Ravenpaw was sure she'd die after that. She wasn't really sad. Maybe she'd meet her Mother, or maybe go to StarClan. It was weird. She was sure she was dead when she blacked out, but days later - yes days - she woke up in the Medicine Cat's Den.
Redear, the Medicine Cat at the time, tended to Ravenpaw's wounds. Unfortunately, within a couple of days, it was clear that she would not get her voice back. He kept Ravenpaw in his den for a while where Ravenpaw observed and memorized many herbs. But she knew Medicine Cat life would never be for her - he had an apprentice, Palepaw, anyways. So she just waited until her neck healed to the point where she could get back out and train.
Two moons later, when she was nearing eleven moon, she was able to begin training again. Secretstar took her on as an apprentice and taught her his own version of sign language. It worked effectively enough that she was able to train, and eventually become a warrior.
(Ravencry)
She was given the name Ravencry for her loss of voice. Ravencry took it with pride and easily got pass her silent vigil. Ravencry lived her warrior life proudly, but by the time she was thirty moons she found herself desperate for love. She had no clue these feelings would take hold of her, but of course eventually they did.
One tom decided to approach her after a while, his name was Eaglewing. Oh, he was friendly of course, but he made a sharp turn in the wrong direction. Upon calling her 'dumb', she simply stomped away and refused to speak with him. Past that, there were a couple of other toms, but eventually one caught her eye.
Goldeneyes was a very handsome tom, and just a friend at first. They enjoyed hunting with each other. She was always fascinated by Goldeneyes's fascination to understand her. Within moons, they had worked out a code, and soon after that - they fell in love.
Within eight more moons, two kits were born. Wishkit and Nightkit were born to Ravencry and Goldeneyes. Ravencry was overjoyed to have kits, but Goldeneyes disappeared. Out of no where, she was alone to take care of her kits. And that was only the start of her troubles.
In three moons, Wishkit passed away from whitecough, and Nightkit felt terribly ill with greencough. Fortunately, Nightkit survived, but Ravencry was devastated. She managed to get past the grief though, and focused on Nightkit.
Eventually Nightkit became Nightpaw, and she was chosen to mentor her own kit. Everything was beginning to get better again, and then something great happened. Goldeneyes returned, and the two were reunited. The two lived happily with their kit, who soon became Nightwish, until a little over a year later Goldeneyes passed away. It was sad to see him go, but she had expected it.
Now, Ravencry continues her Warrior duties, though she is growing old. She expects to retire soon, but wants to make sure her Clan can get on after a year of fighting.
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Other: Yeah, I can't believe I'm STILL bringing her back. I know she should be dead by now, but I think she has to have a suiting death as an Elder. Let's have her be a Warrior for a little longer. xD |
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