Post by Icy-son on Aug 18, 2010 18:05:44 GMT -5
Name:
Ivyclaw
Gender:
Tom
Age:
39 moons
Clan:
ThunderClan
Rank:
Warrior
Apprentice:
Mudpaw, Tom, Grim
Love Interest:
Heatherheart, Mousy
Kin:
Crisis, Mother, NPC
Fireleap, Father, NPC
Littlestone, Brother, NPC
Shadedfang, Sister, NPC
Ferretfang, Brother, NPC
Boulderclaw, Brother, NPC
Blackfire, Brother, NPC
Swallowpaw, daughter, Icy
Ivykit, son, Starclan, Icy
Reedkit, son, Mousy
Description:
Ivyclaw seems like a normally bulky tom, with a plain gray tabby pelt. Oh no, that is not the true case in a whole. His fur is long around his neck down to his tail tip, long and wispy gray all around him. His pelt is the color of light smoke, more like soot.
His eyes are a bright yellowish green, almost like tansy pulp. His build is matter-of-fact large, mostly because of his big, hollow bones under the thick mass of fluff. The tufts of his ears are black, and he has a white underbelly and paws.
His ears seem to be fine, but if you look closely, you can see a deep vee on his right ear, and a deep scar behind his left. He was in a nasty battle with WindClan as a young warrior, and managed to injure a gray she-cat as well. The she-cat was Ashheart, Icewhisker's mother.
Personality:
Ivyclaw is a rough tom, one who enjoys getting into many fights. That is why he has many scars from his apprentice days. Fighting is his life, and he can strive to win every one, words or claws. He is also very nosy, trying to get in on everyone's conversation and bickering. He does enjoy a nice walk down to the lake, maybe toward the old abandoned Twoleg nest. He does love going with Heatherheart, his true mate. He has a soft spot for his two alive kits, Swallowpaw and Reedkit. He does like ordering others around, mostly for the fun of it.
History:
Ivyclaw was not born a normal kit, to a queen and warrior of ThunderClan. Instead, he was born to a rogue named Crisis and his father, Fireleap. He was brought to ThunderClan alongside his brothers and sisters, Littlekit, Ferretkit, Shadekit, Boulderkit, and Blackkit. As soon as they were brought in by their father, the Clan was perplexed. How could six newborn kits get here if they weren't kittypets? Fireleap made a convincing speech as to where he got them from, without revealing their mother.
When they became actual kits of ThunderClan, Ivykit looked toward the leader and deputy for advice in his 'busy' life of playing games and sleeping. He almost was always first to wake in the morning, a little late after dawn, and at the fresh kill pile pretty quickly. This went on until the day he and his siblings became apprentices.
At the time, there were many warriors for mentors, and each kit had a mentor. Ivypaw was given to a she-cat of Morningfur, and instantly went to the borders to see which Clan was which. Almost at once, he despised ShadowClan and RiverClan, and stayed away from them at Gatherings. With that, he was next to WindClan, getting to know them very well. Much more than the other Clans.
He became a warrior at about fourteen moons, and was dubbed Ivyclaw for his superior fighting skills. He kept watch that night, and saw a lithe she-cat not far away. It was a brown tabby, and her scent was muffled with nursery scent. As he called out to her, the tabby stopped and left her kit where she was. She then darted away, back towards his forest. He followed her, not telling his siblings, but he couldn't catch her. So he looked at the kit, a dusky gray tom. He picked up the kit and trotted back to camp. The poor scrap was mewing pitifully, and Ivyclaw didn't know what to do. At dawn, he placed the kit in the Nursery, then to the warriors den for sleep.
He still wonders why the kit was at the camp, since none of the other Clans reported a missing kit. He was named Duskpaw, and he became the mentor. Although, he was disappointed when he left for RiverClan. The warrior couldn't figure out why this was what it became. Well, he had nothing to do with him anymore.
Never again.
Other:
Timeline:
0 moons ago: To be continued....
3.5 moons ago: Reedkit is born.
11 moons ago: Ivykit dies of Greencough
12 moons ago: Ivykit and Swallowkit are born
14 moons ago: Duskpaw left ThunderClan for the river
18 moons ago: He takes place in battle with WindClan
20 moons ago: Duskpaw became Ivyclaw's apprentice
26 moons ago: The apprentices become warriors
32 moons ago: The kits become apprentices
38 moons ago: The kits came to ThunderClan
38 moons ago: The kits were born
Roleplay Example:
The battle between WindClan and ThunderClan:
Screams and yowls rang through the air, alerting the young warrior, Ivyclaw. He could hear his father shrieking as he held a WindClan tom down to the ground. The gray tom watched on until he was rammed into by a she-cat, smothered by a gray tabby.
He was caught off guard quickly, then regained his awareness. He sliced his claws across her muzzle as she bit into his forearm. He yowled with rage, his eyes narrowing in concentration. He kicked her off, then returned to his paws. He was staring right into the eyes of Ashheart, who stepped backwards in shock.
He changed his expression from confused to attacking mode, curling his lips into a snarl. "Stay away from the border," he growled, bunching his muscles to his flank. "Never," she startled she-cat spat, dashing towards him and slashing both his ears.
Ivyclaw was caught off guard once again by the she-cat's fierceness, and he bit down hard on her foreleg, blood spilling out from his ears. One was cut in a deep vee shape, and the other was bleeding from the back section. His yellow-green eyes blazed with anger, then the she-cat retreated with a bleeding foreleg.
He spat at the ground, narrowing his eyes, then dashed off to help the deputy, Whitefrost. The white tom seemed to be fine, and he kept his ground firm. He wasn't about to be surprised again by the sudden battle urge.
His wispy fur ruffled with the breeze, and the taint scent of blood reached his nose. There wasn't much damage on either side, and he grinned as the call of WindClan's leader, Fernstar, rang out in the air. "WindClan, retreat!"
He grinned and padded towards Lionstar, who was gathering the warriors together. Littlestone and Blackfire were beside him, both seemed to be unharmed. He strained his neck over the crows, and saw Ferretfang licking a shoulder wound. Ivyclaw let out a sigh of relief, for his siblings did not seem to be hurt badly in any way.
He pictured Duskkit, happily in the Nursery, playing with Sinkit, who mysteriously showed up one night ago. He sighed, glancing over towards Whitefrost and his leader. They seemed to be talking, but he didn't care. All he wanted to do was see Heatherheart in the Nursery, seeing to the kits.
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