Post by Raven on Oct 13, 2012 21:41:33 GMT -5
Name:
Raven
Age:
20 moons
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
She is a long haired, brown tabby with a white shin, neck, underbelly, and paws. Her tabby stripes are extremely dark brown, almost as black as a raven's wing. Her golden eyes shine so brightly, though one could tell it has a sense if wisdom and logic. Her pelt is extremely soft, and well groomed, and when touched by her tail, you can clearly feel the dainty, feather-light, warmth she leaves on the trail. Her scent is of a sweet scent, as if she had spent all of her life rolling around in beautiful-smelling wild flowers. Though she may seem harmless and beautiful, you have to watch out for her claws. They are extremely sharp, and ready for blood shed if needed. Underneath her thick tabby pelt is a scarred body from moons of war and fighting, though it was completely covered by fur so it goes unnoticed.
Personality:
Calm, loving, though can be extremely hostile. She known for being so calm in times of death and tragedy, though she does freak out and grieve in the inside. She is also known for her love of kits, as she never knew her own kin. Raven can also get easily offended and upset about certain topics, usually when someone says the wrong thing about family or question her about they path she chose for her life. She is a bit of a flirt, trying to catch the males' attention, but she can stand her own without a mate. She is a fine hunter, and hunts everything except for a certain kind of bird - a raven, her "Life Mark". She has great battle logic and wisdom, and though it is not noticed or seen by others, her body is scarred with scars from past battles.
History:
She never knew her kin, and found herself growing up as a loner in the forest. She stole food from the forest clans and from Twolegs, as well as hunted her own food. One night, though, she was ambushed by a bunch of rogues in the city, and was attacked and almost killed. A caw from a raven though, startled them, making them think it was a caw from some other bird far more dangerous the way it echoed in the night, and they ran away. She was able to recover using the little knowledge she had about medicine herbs, and took the name Raven after the bird that had saved her life. Soon after her recovery, she started training, and a lot of times she had to battle foxes in the forest and wild alley dogs in the city, as well as other cats that were part of BloodClan. she was only just a kit then, but she showed such promising strength that the Clan decided to take her in. There, she lived within the Clan for many moons, hunting for the elders and kit-mothers, and fighting for her Clan. Many cats go to her for battle strategies and wisdom, though she's often not around the alley for them. She usually spends her time else where in the city, from the Abandoned Hotel, to the Junk Yard, but usually at the Park high up in the trees. At nights she goes there in search for her hero that had saved her that fateful night. She says the raven is her "Life Mark," meaning that she would forever not only resemble the strength of the Clan, but also the bravery and beauty of the black-feathered bird. Though she dares not to boast about that topic inside the Clan.
RP Example:
Raven stood high up in the branches of the tree, letting her pelt soak up the moon's silver rays. Her eyes were watchful, scanning and darting from one point of the night sky, to the trees that surrounded the park. She kept her ears perked, in hopes of catching the faintest echo of her "Life Mark". She swished her tail impatiently, but she knew after many moons of waiting for her hero's arrival, that it had taught her to be patient, and that time will take it's place before she gets to see her bird of which she named herself after. This bird had taught her a lot of things; the way of beauty, the way of patience, the way of right and wrong. It had taught her many things during it's great absence, and Raven was bound to learn more from the bird that had saved her those many moons ago, way before she become one with the BloodClan Clan. "I will meet you again soon," she promised into the chilly night air. "And when I do, I am eager to show you how grateful I am to you and your feathered body and you can test me about life. But until then, I will continue to learn thy wisdom, and shall I continue to carry it onto the Clan and to the Afterlife when my time is due."
Raven
Age:
20 moons
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
She is a long haired, brown tabby with a white shin, neck, underbelly, and paws. Her tabby stripes are extremely dark brown, almost as black as a raven's wing. Her golden eyes shine so brightly, though one could tell it has a sense if wisdom and logic. Her pelt is extremely soft, and well groomed, and when touched by her tail, you can clearly feel the dainty, feather-light, warmth she leaves on the trail. Her scent is of a sweet scent, as if she had spent all of her life rolling around in beautiful-smelling wild flowers. Though she may seem harmless and beautiful, you have to watch out for her claws. They are extremely sharp, and ready for blood shed if needed. Underneath her thick tabby pelt is a scarred body from moons of war and fighting, though it was completely covered by fur so it goes unnoticed.
Personality:
Calm, loving, though can be extremely hostile. She known for being so calm in times of death and tragedy, though she does freak out and grieve in the inside. She is also known for her love of kits, as she never knew her own kin. Raven can also get easily offended and upset about certain topics, usually when someone says the wrong thing about family or question her about they path she chose for her life. She is a bit of a flirt, trying to catch the males' attention, but she can stand her own without a mate. She is a fine hunter, and hunts everything except for a certain kind of bird - a raven, her "Life Mark". She has great battle logic and wisdom, and though it is not noticed or seen by others, her body is scarred with scars from past battles.
History:
She never knew her kin, and found herself growing up as a loner in the forest. She stole food from the forest clans and from Twolegs, as well as hunted her own food. One night, though, she was ambushed by a bunch of rogues in the city, and was attacked and almost killed. A caw from a raven though, startled them, making them think it was a caw from some other bird far more dangerous the way it echoed in the night, and they ran away. She was able to recover using the little knowledge she had about medicine herbs, and took the name Raven after the bird that had saved her life. Soon after her recovery, she started training, and a lot of times she had to battle foxes in the forest and wild alley dogs in the city, as well as other cats that were part of BloodClan. she was only just a kit then, but she showed such promising strength that the Clan decided to take her in. There, she lived within the Clan for many moons, hunting for the elders and kit-mothers, and fighting for her Clan. Many cats go to her for battle strategies and wisdom, though she's often not around the alley for them. She usually spends her time else where in the city, from the Abandoned Hotel, to the Junk Yard, but usually at the Park high up in the trees. At nights she goes there in search for her hero that had saved her that fateful night. She says the raven is her "Life Mark," meaning that she would forever not only resemble the strength of the Clan, but also the bravery and beauty of the black-feathered bird. Though she dares not to boast about that topic inside the Clan.
RP Example:
Raven stood high up in the branches of the tree, letting her pelt soak up the moon's silver rays. Her eyes were watchful, scanning and darting from one point of the night sky, to the trees that surrounded the park. She kept her ears perked, in hopes of catching the faintest echo of her "Life Mark". She swished her tail impatiently, but she knew after many moons of waiting for her hero's arrival, that it had taught her to be patient, and that time will take it's place before she gets to see her bird of which she named herself after. This bird had taught her a lot of things; the way of beauty, the way of patience, the way of right and wrong. It had taught her many things during it's great absence, and Raven was bound to learn more from the bird that had saved her those many moons ago, way before she become one with the BloodClan Clan. "I will meet you again soon," she promised into the chilly night air. "And when I do, I am eager to show you how grateful I am to you and your feathered body and you can test me about life. But until then, I will continue to learn thy wisdom, and shall I continue to carry it onto the Clan and to the Afterlife when my time is due."
