Post by spottedleafpool on Feb 22, 2008 20:11:04 GMT -5
Name Ravenshroud
Gender she-cat
Age 20 moons
Clan Shadowclan
Rank Warrior
Physical Description
One would expect most ShadowClan cats to have the strong, sturdy body of an oncoming conqueror. This is not so for Ravenshroud however - she is the polar opposite of this stereotype. Though incredibly strong and muscular, her muscle-mass is made up mostly of the lean type of muscle - good for a skilled, stream-lined runner. She doesn't have the broad shoulders and thick-set stature of most ShadowClan warriors. She prefers smaller, swifter attacks formed from complex strategy to the simple, darting and slashing attacks of most other Clans.
Ravenshroud is a thin, sleek she-cat. She has a curvy body and thin, strong legs with thin, dainty paws. Her tail is long and usually poised in the shape of a question mark. She has a narrow, dark face. Her face seems withdrawn and secretive - almost as if it were "shrouded." Her nose is small and clean. Ravenshroud's ears are average-sized with little tufts of fur on the ends, giving her a rather intimidating gaze, as it accentuates her already sharply-angled face.
Ravenshroud has raven-colored, black fur. Her pelt is short and well-groomed, as she is a rather self-conscious cat, though she doesn't appear to be. Her eyes are a dark, liquid amber. The orbs glow eerily in the night when the moonlight hits them, like most cats. But there is something different in Ravenshroud's gaze...something dark and sinister, something secret. Most cats can't pinpoint it, but the most perceptive can....
Ravenshroud's body is not pocked with scars, which is rather surprising. She has not had an easy past and the fact her body is near flawless seems a rather strange occurence. She does, however, have a thin, scratch across her nose.
Personality
Ravenshroud is a quiet cat. This gives her Clan-mates and other cats the idea that she is shy. This, however, is not true. Though quiet, yes, Ravenshroud is quite the opposite of shy. She is not afraid to speak her mind, and she is very opinionated. She believes strongly against kittypets and rogues and distrusts most loners. She is rather self-conscious, though, but mostly just of her appearance. She understands that some cats can't take a ragged-looking cat seriously. Because of this, she grooms often to keep herself sleek. She demands respect, both from her appearance and her behavior. She is a fierce fighter, fighting with strategy and trickery instead of brute force. Though she isn't very brave, neither is she a coward and she adamantly refuses to give up or run away - in a fight or any other situation in life. Ravenshroud has an even darker aspect to her personality. She is highly ambitious, though she has a sense of morality. She would not kill to get what she wanted, though she would go very far for some things. She loves ShadowClan with her all, body and soul. Being leader is a distant dream on the horizon, though she realizes it is within reach. She is conflicted as to whether or not to go about maybe gaining this position - morality or ... force?
History
Father Wanderingcloud [deceased ShadowClan warrior] {pic}
Mother Shadowsky [rogue] {pic}
Siblings Adderstrike [missing] {pic}
Ravenshroud did not live the easy, spoiled life of a kittypet, nor the lonely, wandering life of a loner or rogue. Nor did she live the average, methodical life of a ShadowClan cat.
Her father, Wanderingcloud - named for his distant gaze and quiet, thoughtful personality - was leading a sunrise border patrol along the ThunderClan border. He scented a strange scent -- rogue. Seeing the cat however, he swooned. The cat was gorgeous, a mix of black, dusky grey, and white. He fell in love in an instant. Seeing an oppurtunity, she beckoned him. A few moons later, Shadowsky gave birth to two, small, but healthy kits. One was a sturdy, broad-shouldered, dark tabby tom - Adderkit. The other was a thin, black she-kit - Ravenkit.
Shadowsky stayed in ShadowClan for a while, waiting until Ravenpaw and Adderpaw reached about the middle of their mentoring. Wanderingcloud was living a blissful life as an experienced warrior. He was blind in love, however. Shadowsky didn't see any potential in her kits, and, disgusted, she left, disappearing one rainy night. Wanderingcloud was heart-broken, to say the least. The next leafbare, he caught greencough, and without the willpower to live, he wasted away. This death scarred Ravenpaw deeply. Shocked, she learned to hate her mother, and all rogues and loners. She stereotyped them, judging too early, as she tended to do.
Meanwhile, Adderpaw and Ravenpaw continued their training. It was a proud day in leafbare when they finally earned their warrior names, after many long, hard moons of training. Adderpaw became Adderstrike, Ravenpaw became Ravenshroud. Adderstrike was quite like his sister - dark and misjudging, but more open than his dark, quiet sister. He couldn't stand the Clan he believed had betrayed him and he left. Ravenshroud, mourning his abandoning of her, decided to follow him. For four moons, she tracked him across moors and mountains. Finally, she found him in a small cavern full of dripping, turquoise water. She spoke with him, pleading him to come back with her. He refused adamantly. He was happy here, he explained, soon introducing her to his new mate, a rogue called Bite. Not only disgusted with her brother, but with the rogue as well (she was bland and rather witless, but still fierce and cruel, gutting a mouse one night for the mere enjoyment of it), Ravenshroud took off, horrified by what she had learned.
Reaching camp some moons later, Ravenshroud set about forgetting about her family. She became that one warrior in the den who never shared tongues with other warriors, but still looked the sleekest in the Clan. That one warrior that slunk into the deepest, most-shadowed corner of the warriors' den in the middle of the night, golden orbs glowing with a depressing sadness, with that sinister gleam churning beneath it. Ravenshroud set about to try to become the best warrior she could be, putting her past behind her. Dreams still haunted her though, flashes of blood in her mind. From where, she did not know.
IC
Ravenshroud slunk out of warriors' den, blinking in the bright sunlight. She cursed the sunlight, it was bright and obnoxious. Padding over to the fresh-kill pile, her face indifferent, she picked up a small vole between her sharp fangs. Sitting down some ways away, far from the other cats, she started crunching on the small creature. When she had finished her meal, she opened her maw in a final, jaw-cracking yawn. She stood up, and calmly padded out of camp, into oblivion.
Pasword Rainfire
Gender she-cat
Age 20 moons
Clan Shadowclan
Rank Warrior
Physical Description
One would expect most ShadowClan cats to have the strong, sturdy body of an oncoming conqueror. This is not so for Ravenshroud however - she is the polar opposite of this stereotype. Though incredibly strong and muscular, her muscle-mass is made up mostly of the lean type of muscle - good for a skilled, stream-lined runner. She doesn't have the broad shoulders and thick-set stature of most ShadowClan warriors. She prefers smaller, swifter attacks formed from complex strategy to the simple, darting and slashing attacks of most other Clans.
Ravenshroud is a thin, sleek she-cat. She has a curvy body and thin, strong legs with thin, dainty paws. Her tail is long and usually poised in the shape of a question mark. She has a narrow, dark face. Her face seems withdrawn and secretive - almost as if it were "shrouded." Her nose is small and clean. Ravenshroud's ears are average-sized with little tufts of fur on the ends, giving her a rather intimidating gaze, as it accentuates her already sharply-angled face.
Ravenshroud has raven-colored, black fur. Her pelt is short and well-groomed, as she is a rather self-conscious cat, though she doesn't appear to be. Her eyes are a dark, liquid amber. The orbs glow eerily in the night when the moonlight hits them, like most cats. But there is something different in Ravenshroud's gaze...something dark and sinister, something secret. Most cats can't pinpoint it, but the most perceptive can....
Ravenshroud's body is not pocked with scars, which is rather surprising. She has not had an easy past and the fact her body is near flawless seems a rather strange occurence. She does, however, have a thin, scratch across her nose.
Personality
Ravenshroud is a quiet cat. This gives her Clan-mates and other cats the idea that she is shy. This, however, is not true. Though quiet, yes, Ravenshroud is quite the opposite of shy. She is not afraid to speak her mind, and she is very opinionated. She believes strongly against kittypets and rogues and distrusts most loners. She is rather self-conscious, though, but mostly just of her appearance. She understands that some cats can't take a ragged-looking cat seriously. Because of this, she grooms often to keep herself sleek. She demands respect, both from her appearance and her behavior. She is a fierce fighter, fighting with strategy and trickery instead of brute force. Though she isn't very brave, neither is she a coward and she adamantly refuses to give up or run away - in a fight or any other situation in life. Ravenshroud has an even darker aspect to her personality. She is highly ambitious, though she has a sense of morality. She would not kill to get what she wanted, though she would go very far for some things. She loves ShadowClan with her all, body and soul. Being leader is a distant dream on the horizon, though she realizes it is within reach. She is conflicted as to whether or not to go about maybe gaining this position - morality or ... force?
History
Father Wanderingcloud [deceased ShadowClan warrior] {pic}
Mother Shadowsky [rogue] {pic}
Siblings Adderstrike [missing] {pic}
Ravenshroud did not live the easy, spoiled life of a kittypet, nor the lonely, wandering life of a loner or rogue. Nor did she live the average, methodical life of a ShadowClan cat.
Her father, Wanderingcloud - named for his distant gaze and quiet, thoughtful personality - was leading a sunrise border patrol along the ThunderClan border. He scented a strange scent -- rogue. Seeing the cat however, he swooned. The cat was gorgeous, a mix of black, dusky grey, and white. He fell in love in an instant. Seeing an oppurtunity, she beckoned him. A few moons later, Shadowsky gave birth to two, small, but healthy kits. One was a sturdy, broad-shouldered, dark tabby tom - Adderkit. The other was a thin, black she-kit - Ravenkit.
Shadowsky stayed in ShadowClan for a while, waiting until Ravenpaw and Adderpaw reached about the middle of their mentoring. Wanderingcloud was living a blissful life as an experienced warrior. He was blind in love, however. Shadowsky didn't see any potential in her kits, and, disgusted, she left, disappearing one rainy night. Wanderingcloud was heart-broken, to say the least. The next leafbare, he caught greencough, and without the willpower to live, he wasted away. This death scarred Ravenpaw deeply. Shocked, she learned to hate her mother, and all rogues and loners. She stereotyped them, judging too early, as she tended to do.
Meanwhile, Adderpaw and Ravenpaw continued their training. It was a proud day in leafbare when they finally earned their warrior names, after many long, hard moons of training. Adderpaw became Adderstrike, Ravenpaw became Ravenshroud. Adderstrike was quite like his sister - dark and misjudging, but more open than his dark, quiet sister. He couldn't stand the Clan he believed had betrayed him and he left. Ravenshroud, mourning his abandoning of her, decided to follow him. For four moons, she tracked him across moors and mountains. Finally, she found him in a small cavern full of dripping, turquoise water. She spoke with him, pleading him to come back with her. He refused adamantly. He was happy here, he explained, soon introducing her to his new mate, a rogue called Bite. Not only disgusted with her brother, but with the rogue as well (she was bland and rather witless, but still fierce and cruel, gutting a mouse one night for the mere enjoyment of it), Ravenshroud took off, horrified by what she had learned.
Reaching camp some moons later, Ravenshroud set about forgetting about her family. She became that one warrior in the den who never shared tongues with other warriors, but still looked the sleekest in the Clan. That one warrior that slunk into the deepest, most-shadowed corner of the warriors' den in the middle of the night, golden orbs glowing with a depressing sadness, with that sinister gleam churning beneath it. Ravenshroud set about to try to become the best warrior she could be, putting her past behind her. Dreams still haunted her though, flashes of blood in her mind. From where, she did not know.
IC
Ravenshroud slunk out of warriors' den, blinking in the bright sunlight. She cursed the sunlight, it was bright and obnoxious. Padding over to the fresh-kill pile, her face indifferent, she picked up a small vole between her sharp fangs. Sitting down some ways away, far from the other cats, she started crunching on the small creature. When she had finished her meal, she opened her maw in a final, jaw-cracking yawn. She stood up, and calmly padded out of camp, into oblivion.
Pasword Rainfire
