Post by lolita on Jun 26, 2012 21:52:53 GMT -5
NAME: Ravensun
AGE: 17 moons
GENDER: She-Cat
CLAN: WestClan
RANK: Warrior
DESCRIPTION: Ravensun has short, black fur all over her body, except for a patch of white on her chest. She keeps herself well-groomed, but he appears slightly dirty and unkempt anyways. Her amber eyes are the most expressive part of her face. When she's listening, they're wide-open and captivating; when she's brooding in the shadows, they're narrowed furiously. Her left ear is torn from when she snuck out once as a kit and snagged it on a thorn. Her body is built for speed, not brawn, but that's okay because she's fast on her paws. She's also on the "small-side."
PERSONALITY: There is one perfect word to describe Ravensun - pessimistic. Nobody in WestClan can remember a time when she has looked to the bright side. She always dwells on the worst of the situation. She actually enjoys being so pessimistic.
But, apart from that, Ravensun is usually a pretty nice cat. Once she meets a cat, she is open and friendly towards them, even if she is being pessimistic while talking to them. She does her share of work - sometimes more - and, apart from the moaning, does a good job of it.
However, Ravensun is very stubborn, and isn't afraid to speak her opinion... Very loudly, too.
HISTORY: Ravensun was born in WestClan, and has always been loyal. Her mother was named Graystorm, and her father Sootpelt. Ravensun was the only kit in the litter, thus making her solitary from the start. She looked just like her mother, but had the sarcastic attitude of her father. It was sarcasm that killed him, the day Ravensun was made an apprentice. ThunderClan. A border fight. Blood. He died defending his Clan's borders. Ravensun, then Ravenpaw, was devestated. She sat around, never speaking a word to the other apprentices, a harsh look in her gray eyes. They avoided her, to avoid the fury she unleashed upon them when they bothered her. As a warrior, she has overcome her fathers death, but still dislikes talking to other cats. Her mother has joined the elders, still alive and happy.
RELATIONSHIPS:
None
OTHER:
AGE: 17 moons
GENDER: She-Cat
CLAN: WestClan
RANK: Warrior
DESCRIPTION: Ravensun has short, black fur all over her body, except for a patch of white on her chest. She keeps herself well-groomed, but he appears slightly dirty and unkempt anyways. Her amber eyes are the most expressive part of her face. When she's listening, they're wide-open and captivating; when she's brooding in the shadows, they're narrowed furiously. Her left ear is torn from when she snuck out once as a kit and snagged it on a thorn. Her body is built for speed, not brawn, but that's okay because she's fast on her paws. She's also on the "small-side."
PERSONALITY: There is one perfect word to describe Ravensun - pessimistic. Nobody in WestClan can remember a time when she has looked to the bright side. She always dwells on the worst of the situation. She actually enjoys being so pessimistic.
But, apart from that, Ravensun is usually a pretty nice cat. Once she meets a cat, she is open and friendly towards them, even if she is being pessimistic while talking to them. She does her share of work - sometimes more - and, apart from the moaning, does a good job of it.
However, Ravensun is very stubborn, and isn't afraid to speak her opinion... Very loudly, too.
HISTORY: Ravensun was born in WestClan, and has always been loyal. Her mother was named Graystorm, and her father Sootpelt. Ravensun was the only kit in the litter, thus making her solitary from the start. She looked just like her mother, but had the sarcastic attitude of her father. It was sarcasm that killed him, the day Ravensun was made an apprentice. ThunderClan. A border fight. Blood. He died defending his Clan's borders. Ravensun, then Ravenpaw, was devestated. She sat around, never speaking a word to the other apprentices, a harsh look in her gray eyes. They avoided her, to avoid the fury she unleashed upon them when they bothered her. As a warrior, she has overcome her fathers death, but still dislikes talking to other cats. Her mother has joined the elders, still alive and happy.
RELATIONSHIPS:
None
OTHER:
