Post by iRavenpelt on Dec 14, 2008 13:28:59 GMT -8
Name: Ravenpelt
Age: 27 moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Intelligent, but bad-tempered, cynical, and known throughout the clan for his sharp tongue. Ravenpelt is impatient, impulsive, and easily angered, but despite all this, he is loyal, will die to protect those he loves, and is very fast. He is incredibly brave, very strategic, and dislikes other Clans. He isn’t great at hunting – his impatience makes him move fast, and scare away his prey – but he is an excellent fighter. His pride often gets in the way of his friendships – if any cat even hints at insulting his family or friends, Ravenpelt turns in to a hissing, spitting bundle of flying claws and bristling fur. He would never dream of betrayal.
Appearance: A small, blue-black tom, with his left ear torn. He has long legs, and a small triangle of pure, snowy white on his chest. He is wiry and agile, but not very strong. His eyes are an intense dark amber color; one of the first things you notice about him. He has a large scar running from his flank to his belly, and another one down his neck from when he got in to fights with other cats.
History: Ravenpelt was born during Leafbare, along with Birchkit, who was born dead, and Emberkit, who died within hours. His mother, Ferntail, although a young, healthy she-cat, barely survived the ordeal. Ravenpelt spent his moons as an apprentice being mentored by the warrior Mossnose. He met his best friend during a gathering; Falconheart was a tall ginger tabby tom from ShadowClan, who was killed a year later during a battle against WindClan by Ravenpelt’s own father, Sprucestripe. Ravenpelt never forgave Sprucestripe, and became sullen and grumpy. In a typical teenage rebellion, he became the ‘trouble maker’; creating fights with his sharp tongue, etc. Later, while storming in to the forest to sulk, he met Silvermask, a young grey loner she-cat who had been blinded by an attack from badgers. Silvermask soon became his mate, and her presence made him become much less bad tempered. Sprucestripe was eventually killed in a battle, while Ferntail died of Greencough a couple moons before Silvermask had kits, who all died, like Ravenpelt’s siblings. Ravenpelt and his mate are now living contentedly in WindClan…
RP example: "Betraying, conniving, sneaky liar..." Ravenpelt muttered as he stormed through the forest. He knew he was frightening away prey, but he didn't care. "Dad knew that Falconheart was my friend. Dad knew that he wasn't like other ShadowClan cats. Dad knew... he knew..." He paused for breath by a large rock.
"He knew what?" Ravenpelt spun around, furious at himself for being caught off guard like that.
"Who's there?" he hissed, bristling. "Who just spoke?" There was laughter, like bells.
"You silly furball. I'm here." He turned warily, tense and ready to fight. But then his guard dropped, and he could only gawk. "Hello," greeted the beautiful silver she-cat. "I'm Silvermask."
