Post by .~RaeRae~. on Mar 14, 2010 20:03:03 GMT -5
Name:: RavenPelt
Clan:: ShadowClan
Gender:: She-cat
Age In Moons:: 25 moons
Position:: Warrior
Appearence:: Ravenpelt is a beautiful she-cat with a shimmery, thick, and short layer of pure black fur envoloping her sleek and attractive figure. It is well-kept and often very glossy thanks to her tongue, which is found brushing her pelt quite often. It dark color is mysterious, yet somehow seductive, although powerful muscles like to show themselves when flexed from behind such a soft pelt. Her size is slightly smaller than most others, but her body is so well porportioned, with the exception of her tail, that her petiteness almost seems perfectly fitting for one like herself.
Ravenpelt's oddly colored eyes of a gleaming dark purple often seem to give off a strange sense of longing and the deepness one can find while gazing into them is quite mezmering indeed.
Ravenpelt's midnight ears are talented and well set on to her emotionless though attractive face. Her nose is light pink, matching the luscious inside coating of her ears. Her pure white fangs are extremely sharp, though luckily not longer than average. They do, however, show a menacing gleam whenshe opensher perfectly sculpted mouth.
Her tail is abnormally long, but a delicate curve thoughout its center sends mysterious auras swirling around her entire body. As dark and black as the rest of her, it seems to enjoy swishing mindlessly across the ground while she sits.
Her paws are of a similiar nature, and are stealthy and quick, able to pad almost silently across the marshy groundof Shadowclan territory. Her flexible legs that join them to her figure and also as light as they are powerful. Ravenpelt's sharp edged claws are long, and have difficulty hiding themselves entirely in her paws, though a deeper cut is possible from their tips.
In short: Basically she's an attractive pure black she-cat with purple eyes.
Personality:: Ravenpelt is an often-shy cat, though extremely aggressive when it comes to strangers or enemies. She is a very stubborn cat and untrusting of most others besides her clan or extremely close friends that have stayed with her long to be reward with her hard-earned trust, yet strangely, she is quite untrustworthy herself, although her loyalty is by far quite high, though grudges come very easily and last long, almost never forgotten.
She feel pressured often, even before she took role as leader, to surpass her clan mates and win practically everything she ncountered. Too her, a loss meant that she was a worthless cat that couldn't do anything. Such feelings have increased dramatically since leadership. . Her temper is short, but she presses herself hard to be the best she can. Her emotions are expressed vividly when she lets loose, but most of them are kept hidden inside of her tightly locked heart.
Ravenpelt is very talented in stealthy areas and a perfect liar, although anyone, well any tom at least, would believe her anyway with the figure she has. She is very knowledgable and cunning, probably more than she is strong, but she is a pround cat, although she can get slightly prissy at times about her shimmery coat.
She is dark at times, at almost more than often, a bit morbid as well. She has strange interests in battle, fighting, and watching blood leak from an enimies wound, particularly if she gave the dying cat the wound herself. Although prone tothink out-loud at times, she tries to hide her disturbing thought line of dreary and pessimistic outcomes of the future, and shows her clan a bit happier side of her. Unfortunatley, she has a strange habit of mumbling her thoughts out-loud, and they get louder if her rambling doesn't cease quick enough. Moments of such are treated commonly with a strange and akward silence and a blushing Ravenpelt.
History:: Ravenpelt was once a part of RiverClan, but when she found out that her mother lives in ShadowClan she went to join her when she was an apprentice. When she got lost, however, she was stuck in ThunderClan until her first gathering as an apprentice. There, she found her mother and followed her back to ShadowClan, and ThunderClan desperately wanted her back. There was a patrol fight over her, but a ThunderClan cat died by her claws so they left her alone. She has since moved up the ranks
Other Accounts ::ShadowHeart,ClearPaw,TalonStar
Name:: RavenPelt
Clan:: ShadowClan
Gender:: She-cat
Age In Moons:: 25 moons
Position:: Warrior
Appearence:: Ravenpelt is a beautiful she-cat with a shimmery, thick, and short layer of pure black fur envoloping her sleek and attractive figure. It is well-kept and often very glossy thanks to her tongue, which is found brushing her pelt quite often. It dark color is mysterious, yet somehow seductive, although powerful muscles like to show themselves when flexed from behind such a soft pelt. Her size is slightly smaller than most others, but her body is so well porportioned, with the exception of her tail, that her petiteness almost seems perfectly fitting for one like herself.
Ravenpelt's oddly colored eyes of a gleaming dark purple often seem to give off a strange sense of longing and the deepness one can find while gazing into them is quite mezmering indeed.
Ravenpelt's midnight ears are talented and well set on to her emotionless though attractive face. Her nose is light pink, matching the luscious inside coating of her ears. Her pure white fangs are extremely sharp, though luckily not longer than average. They do, however, show a menacing gleam whenshe opensher perfectly sculpted mouth.
Her tail is abnormally long, but a delicate curve thoughout its center sends mysterious auras swirling around her entire body. As dark and black as the rest of her, it seems to enjoy swishing mindlessly across the ground while she sits.
Her paws are of a similiar nature, and are stealthy and quick, able to pad almost silently across the marshy groundof Shadowclan territory. Her flexible legs that join them to her figure and also as light as they are powerful. Ravenpelt's sharp edged claws are long, and have difficulty hiding themselves entirely in her paws, though a deeper cut is possible from their tips.
In short: Basically she's an attractive pure black she-cat with purple eyes.
Personality:: Ravenpelt is an often-shy cat, though extremely aggressive when it comes to strangers or enemies. She is a very stubborn cat and untrusting of most others besides her clan or extremely close friends that have stayed with her long to be reward with her hard-earned trust, yet strangely, she is quite untrustworthy herself, although her loyalty is by far quite high, though grudges come very easily and last long, almost never forgotten.
She feel pressured often, even before she took role as leader, to surpass her clan mates and win practically everything she ncountered. Too her, a loss meant that she was a worthless cat that couldn't do anything. Such feelings have increased dramatically since leadership. . Her temper is short, but she presses herself hard to be the best she can. Her emotions are expressed vividly when she lets loose, but most of them are kept hidden inside of her tightly locked heart.
Ravenpelt is very talented in stealthy areas and a perfect liar, although anyone, well any tom at least, would believe her anyway with the figure she has. She is very knowledgable and cunning, probably more than she is strong, but she is a pround cat, although she can get slightly prissy at times about her shimmery coat.
She is dark at times, at almost more than often, a bit morbid as well. She has strange interests in battle, fighting, and watching blood leak from an enimies wound, particularly if she gave the dying cat the wound herself. Although prone tothink out-loud at times, she tries to hide her disturbing thought line of dreary and pessimistic outcomes of the future, and shows her clan a bit happier side of her. Unfortunatley, she has a strange habit of mumbling her thoughts out-loud, and they get louder if her rambling doesn't cease quick enough. Moments of such are treated commonly with a strange and akward silence and a blushing Ravenpelt.
History:: Ravenpelt was once a part of RiverClan, but when she found out that her mother lives in ShadowClan she went to join her when she was an apprentice. When she got lost, however, she was stuck in ThunderClan until her first gathering as an apprentice. There, she found her mother and followed her back to ShadowClan, and ThunderClan desperately wanted her back. There was a patrol fight over her, but a ThunderClan cat died by her claws so they left her alone.
RP Example:: Ravenkit!" Yowled a desperate she-cat. her fur looked oddly similiar Raven's, but it had many colored blotches around it dark base. Their surroundings were difficult to make out, but the place was extremely hot and gray. She remembered that she was crying... Her small face was damp. "Leave, Ravenkit! Run! I'll always love you!" It blurred and that was all.
She awoke from her unconsiousness on the side of a trashy fence, a strange smell stuck to her nostrils... "what?" She called to herself, wondering what the scent was. It seemed oddly familiar, but she kept feeling like she shouldn't be thinking of it. Her eyes widened in fear as a breif flash back entered her young mind. (see above) . She looked to both her sides, then behind her, staring horrified at the fence. She started to sprint off, deeper into the woods, almost as fast as her racing heart.
Raven swatted half-heartedly at a passing mouse. Luckily, it hadn't detected her, but her move was much to slow and it scampered off under a pile of autumn leaves. The small cat sighed heavily as a low growl emmitted from her stomach. "I.. havn't eaten in so long now.... so why do I bother?" Her voice was frail and wispy, like it could be carried off by a pasing wind. She spoke a lot to herself now, trying to take away the fear of being alone. Her paws were sore, bleeding, and tired. Her dreams had haunted her of times before she had awaken, but she could nver remember them when the sun started to filter into her view,and since the last one, she wasn't sure if she really wanted to.
"Hey!" called a black tom. His chest was white and his paws were abnomally huge. Raven stared at them helplessly. It was the only part of the cat she coulkd see frmo her lying position. "What should we do with her?" Asked a dark colored toroiseshell as she prodded the kitten lightly. Raven moaned. "Let's take her to th-" The last voice starte to blur as she closed her eyes.
She jumped up swiftly and turned around to face a now angry she-cat, a bunch of leaves were protruding out of her old mouth. "W-who are you?" Raven asked. The cat spat out the leaves onto her fur. It stung, but she remained quiet. "I'm the medicine cat alright? Greentail."
"This moonhigh, we gather together to name a new apprentice. From this day forward, untill she has earned hher warrior name, this apprentice will be called Ravenpaw. SpottedPelt, you will train Ravenpaw. LongFang was you mentor. I hope that his skill and wisdom will pass through you to your new apprentice." Raven paw sunk her head inwards at the whispered remarks, although most of the cats were cheering her new name. She glanced up to see the tortoise shell frmo the patrol that had spotted her come closer and touch her nose. She's my mentor now... I'm really part of the clan! The whispers started up again and her proud smile faded. "I can't believe she wants and outsider for an apprentice!" "She'll bring doom to the clan..." She walked away from the group of elders and followed Spottedpelt.
“I, WingedStar. leader of Shadow clan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He/she has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him/her to you as a warrior in his/her turn. RavenPaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and to protect and defend this clan, even at the cost of your life?"
Raven paw’s mew was just barely audible to the leader on his great rock. “Yes…. I do.”
His voice rang out again: "Then, by the powers of Starclan, I give you your warrior name. Ravenpw, from this moment, you will be known as RavenClaw! Starclan Honors you, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Shadow clan." he jumped nimbly off the large stone.
Ravenclaw felt her heart swell with pride. The other warriors cheered her new name again. “Ravenclaw…” She whispered her name aloud. She liked it. Spottedpelt lead her to the camp center.
Raventail sniffed miserably in the warrior's den. She was huddled in a dark corner. Yowls of dispair and fury rang out from outside. "My kit! What happened!?" "Silvertail, are you okay?" "ICEY!! Icestorm's dead!!!" A mournful sob erupted from the cat's throat. "I'm SORRY! I'm doing the best I can!" That one was Greentail's. her voice was choked with tears. The sickness was spreding and their leader had already lost seven of his lives... The clan was in chaos. Most of the cats had already died, many dying. She was one of the few still healthy. They didn't want her around. "i.. I'll only make things worse..." she started to mumble things to herself as the tears fell down her face.......
OOC:This is from another website except this ttime its for leader
Clan:: ShadowClan
Gender:: She-cat
Age In Moons:: 25 moons
Position:: Warrior
Appearence:: Ravenpelt is a beautiful she-cat with a shimmery, thick, and short layer of pure black fur envoloping her sleek and attractive figure. It is well-kept and often very glossy thanks to her tongue, which is found brushing her pelt quite often. It dark color is mysterious, yet somehow seductive, although powerful muscles like to show themselves when flexed from behind such a soft pelt. Her size is slightly smaller than most others, but her body is so well porportioned, with the exception of her tail, that her petiteness almost seems perfectly fitting for one like herself.
Ravenpelt's oddly colored eyes of a gleaming dark purple often seem to give off a strange sense of longing and the deepness one can find while gazing into them is quite mezmering indeed.
Ravenpelt's midnight ears are talented and well set on to her emotionless though attractive face. Her nose is light pink, matching the luscious inside coating of her ears. Her pure white fangs are extremely sharp, though luckily not longer than average. They do, however, show a menacing gleam whenshe opensher perfectly sculpted mouth.
Her tail is abnormally long, but a delicate curve thoughout its center sends mysterious auras swirling around her entire body. As dark and black as the rest of her, it seems to enjoy swishing mindlessly across the ground while she sits.
Her paws are of a similiar nature, and are stealthy and quick, able to pad almost silently across the marshy groundof Shadowclan territory. Her flexible legs that join them to her figure and also as light as they are powerful. Ravenpelt's sharp edged claws are long, and have difficulty hiding themselves entirely in her paws, though a deeper cut is possible from their tips.
In short: Basically she's an attractive pure black she-cat with purple eyes.
Personality:: Ravenpelt is an often-shy cat, though extremely aggressive when it comes to strangers or enemies. She is a very stubborn cat and untrusting of most others besides her clan or extremely close friends that have stayed with her long to be reward with her hard-earned trust, yet strangely, she is quite untrustworthy herself, although her loyalty is by far quite high, though grudges come very easily and last long, almost never forgotten.
She feel pressured often, even before she took role as leader, to surpass her clan mates and win practically everything she ncountered. Too her, a loss meant that she was a worthless cat that couldn't do anything. Such feelings have increased dramatically since leadership. . Her temper is short, but she presses herself hard to be the best she can. Her emotions are expressed vividly when she lets loose, but most of them are kept hidden inside of her tightly locked heart.
Ravenpelt is very talented in stealthy areas and a perfect liar, although anyone, well any tom at least, would believe her anyway with the figure she has. She is very knowledgable and cunning, probably more than she is strong, but she is a pround cat, although she can get slightly prissy at times about her shimmery coat.
She is dark at times, at almost more than often, a bit morbid as well. She has strange interests in battle, fighting, and watching blood leak from an enimies wound, particularly if she gave the dying cat the wound herself. Although prone tothink out-loud at times, she tries to hide her disturbing thought line of dreary and pessimistic outcomes of the future, and shows her clan a bit happier side of her. Unfortunatley, she has a strange habit of mumbling her thoughts out-loud, and they get louder if her rambling doesn't cease quick enough. Moments of such are treated commonly with a strange and akward silence and a blushing Ravenpelt.
History:: Ravenpelt was once a part of RiverClan, but when she found out that her mother lives in ShadowClan she went to join her when she was an apprentice. When she got lost, however, she was stuck in ThunderClan until her first gathering as an apprentice. There, she found her mother and followed her back to ShadowClan, and ThunderClan desperately wanted her back. There was a patrol fight over her, but a ThunderClan cat died by her claws so they left her alone. She has since moved up the ranks
Other Accounts ::ShadowHeart,ClearPaw,TalonStar
Name:: RavenPelt
Clan:: ShadowClan
Gender:: She-cat
Age In Moons:: 25 moons
Position:: Warrior
Appearence:: Ravenpelt is a beautiful she-cat with a shimmery, thick, and short layer of pure black fur envoloping her sleek and attractive figure. It is well-kept and often very glossy thanks to her tongue, which is found brushing her pelt quite often. It dark color is mysterious, yet somehow seductive, although powerful muscles like to show themselves when flexed from behind such a soft pelt. Her size is slightly smaller than most others, but her body is so well porportioned, with the exception of her tail, that her petiteness almost seems perfectly fitting for one like herself.
Ravenpelt's oddly colored eyes of a gleaming dark purple often seem to give off a strange sense of longing and the deepness one can find while gazing into them is quite mezmering indeed.
Ravenpelt's midnight ears are talented and well set on to her emotionless though attractive face. Her nose is light pink, matching the luscious inside coating of her ears. Her pure white fangs are extremely sharp, though luckily not longer than average. They do, however, show a menacing gleam whenshe opensher perfectly sculpted mouth.
Her tail is abnormally long, but a delicate curve thoughout its center sends mysterious auras swirling around her entire body. As dark and black as the rest of her, it seems to enjoy swishing mindlessly across the ground while she sits.
Her paws are of a similiar nature, and are stealthy and quick, able to pad almost silently across the marshy groundof Shadowclan territory. Her flexible legs that join them to her figure and also as light as they are powerful. Ravenpelt's sharp edged claws are long, and have difficulty hiding themselves entirely in her paws, though a deeper cut is possible from their tips.
In short: Basically she's an attractive pure black she-cat with purple eyes.
Personality:: Ravenpelt is an often-shy cat, though extremely aggressive when it comes to strangers or enemies. She is a very stubborn cat and untrusting of most others besides her clan or extremely close friends that have stayed with her long to be reward with her hard-earned trust, yet strangely, she is quite untrustworthy herself, although her loyalty is by far quite high, though grudges come very easily and last long, almost never forgotten.
She feel pressured often, even before she took role as leader, to surpass her clan mates and win practically everything she ncountered. Too her, a loss meant that she was a worthless cat that couldn't do anything. Such feelings have increased dramatically since leadership. . Her temper is short, but she presses herself hard to be the best she can. Her emotions are expressed vividly when she lets loose, but most of them are kept hidden inside of her tightly locked heart.
Ravenpelt is very talented in stealthy areas and a perfect liar, although anyone, well any tom at least, would believe her anyway with the figure she has. She is very knowledgable and cunning, probably more than she is strong, but she is a pround cat, although she can get slightly prissy at times about her shimmery coat.
She is dark at times, at almost more than often, a bit morbid as well. She has strange interests in battle, fighting, and watching blood leak from an enimies wound, particularly if she gave the dying cat the wound herself. Although prone tothink out-loud at times, she tries to hide her disturbing thought line of dreary and pessimistic outcomes of the future, and shows her clan a bit happier side of her. Unfortunatley, she has a strange habit of mumbling her thoughts out-loud, and they get louder if her rambling doesn't cease quick enough. Moments of such are treated commonly with a strange and akward silence and a blushing Ravenpelt.
History:: Ravenpelt was once a part of RiverClan, but when she found out that her mother lives in ShadowClan she went to join her when she was an apprentice. When she got lost, however, she was stuck in ThunderClan until her first gathering as an apprentice. There, she found her mother and followed her back to ShadowClan, and ThunderClan desperately wanted her back. There was a patrol fight over her, but a ThunderClan cat died by her claws so they left her alone.
RP Example:: Ravenkit!" Yowled a desperate she-cat. her fur looked oddly similiar Raven's, but it had many colored blotches around it dark base. Their surroundings were difficult to make out, but the place was extremely hot and gray. She remembered that she was crying... Her small face was damp. "Leave, Ravenkit! Run! I'll always love you!" It blurred and that was all.
She awoke from her unconsiousness on the side of a trashy fence, a strange smell stuck to her nostrils... "what?" She called to herself, wondering what the scent was. It seemed oddly familiar, but she kept feeling like she shouldn't be thinking of it. Her eyes widened in fear as a breif flash back entered her young mind. (see above) . She looked to both her sides, then behind her, staring horrified at the fence. She started to sprint off, deeper into the woods, almost as fast as her racing heart.
Raven swatted half-heartedly at a passing mouse. Luckily, it hadn't detected her, but her move was much to slow and it scampered off under a pile of autumn leaves. The small cat sighed heavily as a low growl emmitted from her stomach. "I.. havn't eaten in so long now.... so why do I bother?" Her voice was frail and wispy, like it could be carried off by a pasing wind. She spoke a lot to herself now, trying to take away the fear of being alone. Her paws were sore, bleeding, and tired. Her dreams had haunted her of times before she had awaken, but she could nver remember them when the sun started to filter into her view,and since the last one, she wasn't sure if she really wanted to.
"Hey!" called a black tom. His chest was white and his paws were abnomally huge. Raven stared at them helplessly. It was the only part of the cat she coulkd see frmo her lying position. "What should we do with her?" Asked a dark colored toroiseshell as she prodded the kitten lightly. Raven moaned. "Let's take her to th-" The last voice starte to blur as she closed her eyes.
She jumped up swiftly and turned around to face a now angry she-cat, a bunch of leaves were protruding out of her old mouth. "W-who are you?" Raven asked. The cat spat out the leaves onto her fur. It stung, but she remained quiet. "I'm the medicine cat alright? Greentail."
"This moonhigh, we gather together to name a new apprentice. From this day forward, untill she has earned hher warrior name, this apprentice will be called Ravenpaw. SpottedPelt, you will train Ravenpaw. LongFang was you mentor. I hope that his skill and wisdom will pass through you to your new apprentice." Raven paw sunk her head inwards at the whispered remarks, although most of the cats were cheering her new name. She glanced up to see the tortoise shell frmo the patrol that had spotted her come closer and touch her nose. She's my mentor now... I'm really part of the clan! The whispers started up again and her proud smile faded. "I can't believe she wants and outsider for an apprentice!" "She'll bring doom to the clan..." She walked away from the group of elders and followed Spottedpelt.
“I, WingedStar. leader of Shadow clan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He/she has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him/her to you as a warrior in his/her turn. RavenPaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and to protect and defend this clan, even at the cost of your life?"
Raven paw’s mew was just barely audible to the leader on his great rock. “Yes…. I do.”
His voice rang out again: "Then, by the powers of Starclan, I give you your warrior name. Ravenpw, from this moment, you will be known as RavenClaw! Starclan Honors you, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Shadow clan." he jumped nimbly off the large stone.
Ravenclaw felt her heart swell with pride. The other warriors cheered her new name again. “Ravenclaw…” She whispered her name aloud. She liked it. Spottedpelt lead her to the camp center.
Raventail sniffed miserably in the warrior's den. She was huddled in a dark corner. Yowls of dispair and fury rang out from outside. "My kit! What happened!?" "Silvertail, are you okay?" "ICEY!! Icestorm's dead!!!" A mournful sob erupted from the cat's throat. "I'm SORRY! I'm doing the best I can!" That one was Greentail's. her voice was choked with tears. The sickness was spreding and their leader had already lost seven of his lives... The clan was in chaos. Most of the cats had already died, many dying. She was one of the few still healthy. They didn't want her around. "i.. I'll only make things worse..." she started to mumble things to herself as the tears fell down her face.......
OOC:This is from another website except this ttime its for leader
