Ravenpelt

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Name: Ravenpelt
Age: 28 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Deputy, but if that's not possible then warrior
Peltage:
'Small and frail from birth.'

Being the runt of her litter, it came no wonder to anyone that she was always well small for her age. Never would she grow to be as strong as most warriors, but that didn't mean she wasn't as talented. While the large typically depend on their strenght in battle, Ravenpelt is depended on purely speed and cunning. That is the only way she has proven her worth, and perhaps it shall be the only way. Now moving along from her size, which surprisingly at her current age is just a little smaller then the average warrior.

'Night and Snow'

Anyway the color of her fur is not just black as her name might suggest. No, her fur is a mix of both black and white. But black in the major color upon her pelt, and that was why it became a part of her name. White fur can only be found upon her face, right from her forehead and taking over the bottom half of her face. Yet it moves on to cover her chest, but besides that and the tip of her tail she is purely black. The darkest of blacks to be exacte, and the white is the purest of whites. Quite an intersting comination if you really think about it.

'Bright eyes and battle scar'

Now her eyes are simple, and can be quite common. They are the brightest of all greens, and give most the air that Ravenpelt is a cheerful cat. But her eyes are false, and they will continue to remain false until her death. For Raven isn't really the most cheerful of cats to walk the earth. A long scar is found along her left hind leg, a symbol of how much she has suffered throughout her life. The scar has healed as well as it could, but it still looks as though it was just recently made. And the fact her fur never re-grew over the scar doesn't help it look like the old battle scar it is.

'To sum it up'

Small, usual colors, and simple eyes are the best way to sum up Ravenpelt's physical appearance. Perhaps you could throw in her raw scar, but besides that she really is a plain cat. Exicting? Maybe not. But still for some reason the way she walks gives others the air that she is unique. And that's enough for her.


Personality:
'Masks are meant for hiding the truth'

Once upon a time, there was a young kit was a cheerful and hyper nature. Yet events in her life made it so when she became a warrior a mask had already been placed to hide who she really is. That's Ravenpelt for you. Her typical personality now is calm, collected, and rarely showing much emotion. But these emotions are far from cheerful. They are the darker emotions; hate, anger, frustration, fear, and all the others that are found in that area. It's the mask she began to make as an apprentice, and was finished as a warrior. And now she has never taken it off.

'Don't be fooled by me'

Still underneath her mask Ravenpelt is the exacte opposite. Within her soul is who she really is. Easy to laugh, joking, and always cheerful. But this inner being has been long hidden away, and Raven has mastered the art of keeping it hidden. Expect within her mind, there she still holds her first and true personality. Deep within a place that none can acess but herself, and is truly hidden well. Perhaps it will escape one day, and fly through her body. If one can touch it from her hiding place. But honestly, what are the chances of that ever happening?

'Without asking a question'

Loyality is still found within her despite the way she chose to be. She will die for her clan without a second though, and without questioning. Some call this foolish, but Raven has never been one to ask any question after her kithood. And since apprenticeship she has created an idea that whatever she is told to do, she must do it right away and not even consider it's the wrong thing. Foolish? Perhaps, but she will never think that way. Still she longs to be giving orders instead of following, and with any apprentice she will attempt to train them to never question orders like herself. As though trying to make them a little like herself.

'No truth'

Calm, collected, pretty much emotionless, and never asking questions. That is what most say when asked who is Ravenpelt? Alas this isn't the truth. None know her real personality, and those who did when she was a kit have long forgotten it. Ravenpelt had very much learned how to re-create the image of herself, and can fool even the sharpest of cats now. But they can never figure out the truth among the lies. No matter how hard one may try..

History(Optional.):
'Never meant to live past kithood'

A moon after Palelight gave birth to three healthy kits, the runt of the litter, Ravenkit caught whitecough. Stormcloud the kit's father, and Palelight both agreed that the kit would most likely die. So while the medicine cat did her best to help the young kit survive, the two parents focused their attention on the two tom kits; Duskkit, and Thunderkit. Even when Ravenkit pulled through, both her parents chose to ignore her for the most part as they felt she would die from another illness before her apprenticeship. But Ravenkit proved them wrong, and not only did she make it to her apprenticeship. But she did it with a optimistic view on life, and quite cheerful. Despite the lack of love from her family.

'The change begins'

Her mentor was Rockclaw, a rather emotionless tom. Soon his personality began to rub off on Ravenpaw, and as it did she began to recall her kithood and how much more love her two brothers had then she did. Thus the mask was beginning to form, and Ravenpaw put all her attention into working on her fighting skills. Rockclaw was somewhat pleased with the apprentice's skills, though he never showed it. As the training went on, he pushed the apprentice further then any mentor should. Battle training was done with unsheated claws, and one day it went too far.

'Story of a scar'

The day before her warrior ceremony Rockclaw took her own a patrol, just the two of them. They ran into a loner, a fierce one and eager to fight. Rockclaw ordered Ravenpaw to fight him alone, and she did. It was a fool's task, but Ravenpaw refused to question the order. The loner attack with pure rage, and Ravenpaw with pure hate. Neither screamed as the other clawed at them, and somewhere in the middle of the battle the loner scratched at Ravenpaw's left hind leg. The cut was deep, deeper then any cut she had ever seen. Still the apprentice ignored it and continue her battle. Still Rockclaw noticed the intense blood loss and jumped into the battle, and the pair of StormClan cats managed to chase off the loner. They returned to camp, where Ravenpaw was treated by the medicine cat. Most of her wounds healed, expect the one on her leg.

'A warrior tale'

Still despite her weakened state after the battle, she was still became a warrior the following day. But due to the fact Rockclaw gave a little praise about her to the leader, which was quite rare for such a warrior. The leader agreed to have Ravenpaw's ceremony before Duskpaw and Thunderpaw. The apprentice was quite content with this plan, and as she sat her vigal as Ravenpelt she couldn't help but watch her brothers as they stared at her with pure envy. A moon later Ravenpelt was already a rather skillful new warrior, while her brothers finally had their ceremonies. The two ignored her, but she paid no mind to this. Duskclaw, and Thundertooth were both rather untalented warriors in her eyes.

'The past isn't gone'

A short past, filled with little grief. Though her parents recently died of old age, and her brothers were filled with grief she wasn't. After all they didn't care about her, until they saw her talent as a warrior. But by then Ravenpelt was a changed cat. Now she lives on the past lack of love to see her future. The past will never be forgotten in her eyes, as it has shaped who she is today.

Roleplay Example: (Used as a reply from a site I used Ravenpelt before)

Bright green eyes were half-open, and were as lifeless as managable. Silently the almost pure black furred warrior began the process of exiting the warrior's den. Black paws shifted about to avoid the figures of other sleeping cats. Dark tail swishing at every sleeping cat she passed. A low snort escaping her mouth as she continued on her way, sparing a faint glance at each cat as the snort came forth. To the awaking sun a blink was created. Just that simple action, and a lash of a tail.

Morning's were not her best time, but then again no time was really her best time. Had the world decieded to start off the day with a warmer breeze. Well that was unlikely to happen, and it wouldn't change her hatred for the rising sun anyway. The bitter cold nipping at her nose was quite annoying, and due to it a low grunt was born. It seemed unfair for everyone to be cursed just for waking up early. Life was never fair, and it never was going to be fair. The only thing anyone could look forward to was death. Or at least that's what a certain Raven felt was the truth.

Ravor fangs were shown to the world as Ravenpelt issued a yawn. A light yawn, and yet one that clearly stated the obvious. 'It's morning, and I'm too tired to care.' With that sign to the world, green eyes darted around the clearing. Few were out, that much any fool could tell. Yet what surprised her the most was the sight of the leader and a fellow warrior. Alright it wasn't that surprising, but this early in the morning it was. Dare she go and spare a greeting? No, a simple and quick answer. To greet another was beside the nature she chose to have, but then again perhaps to her leader it would be wise. Ah the things to ponder within the early hours of the morning.

Tail tip flicking the young warrior made her way to the fresh-kill pile. Gaze turned to look at Burningstar for a moment. And with that moment a small nod of greeting formed. That was all she wished to do, and all she planned to do for a greeting. Still gaze shifted to Frostmoon, and another nod was born. Now with that out of her way, all attention was focused on the fresh-kill pile. A faint look of hunger formed within her eyes, and eyes seemed to study each piece of fresh-kill. Nothing could shift her full attention from this pile to something else, nothing in the known universe. Minutes seemed to tick by, and still she didn't budge. Finally just when it seemed she was frozen in place, jaws clamped over a fat vole.

Without another moment to spare the black and white cat slipped away from the pile, settling down a couple tail-lenghts from the warrior's den. The vole was placed carefully on the ground, as though it was the most precious thing one could ever find. A flash of white teeth were seen as the first bite was made. The rich taste exploded in her mouth, but she gave no notice of it upon her facial expressions. The emotionless look was still there. Yet added to it was faint spots of blood around her mouth, the signs of a meal.

[xFallenx]

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Lovely ^^

Accepted, and that position? You can probably get it, though its up to the calns leader