Post by yoko on Aug 9, 2010 11:17:50 GMT -5
Name: Ravenflight
Gender: tom
Age: 24 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: Open
Love Interest: Open/In roleplay only no requests.
Hate Interest: Enemies? Only one is preferred, but he can deal with multiple. xD
Kin: Crowclaw and Swiftfoot
Description: About the same height as Swiftfoot, Ravenflight stands as a cat of average height. His body is packed thick with young rippling muscles. The black in his fur gathers like puddles on his pelt. He has a classic mask pattern on his face, but there is a clover shaped blotch sprawled on the right side of his nose.
His fur is short and sticks together in spiked clumps, giving him the appearance of ruffled feathers.
Because he's not built for speed, he has had to train hard to build up his fighting style of swift and powerful attacks. His tail is rather long and is the same thickness from base to tail tip, like a snake's. His face is soft looking, all curves with facial muscles and bones melting smoothly into a soft innocent tom face, but his cutting green eyes give his true ferocity away.
Personality: Ever the bad boy, Ravenflight was the last cat any warrior expected to turn over a new leaf. Only moons ago, he outright refused to help repair damaged dens, or go hunting, or on patrol. He liked to do what he wanted on his time, and if anyone had a problem with it they could kiss his feathery butt. He, of course, loved his brothers, but not enough to change for them. And for a time he even took to sleeping outside of camp. The real reason for his sudden participation in Clan Life is unknown. He's still a trash-talker. He'll still threaten to claw your throat out, and yes, he may even do it if provoked, but he follows orders now. He goes hunting and on border patrols when he's told and helps around camp. Why is he making such an effort?
He's a bit of a womanizer (she-cat-izer). He finds them very attractive, and, as guys tend to, he'll comment on that attraction from afar. Now Crowclaw would never let it show, being the gentleman of the family, but he and Ravenflight can be quite competitive romantically. On occasion, even Swiftfoot will throw his opinion in. But its all in good fun, actual follow-through is rare. Their busy trying to get their lives together and get the hang of working with their clanmates without Ravenflight trying to kill someone.
If there's anything that bothers this cat, its anyone that looks down on their family. Loners and rogue-born ShadowClan Cats aren't actually uncommon, but there may be the occasional smug pure-born ready to snub them for their heritage.
History:Crowkit, Swiftkit, and Ravenkit, were born shortly after ShadowClan's battle with ThunderClan had ended. They were not lucky enough to be purebred ShadowClan, but were the product of a ShadowClan tom and a rogue. Their ShadowClan father was ruthless and though he claimed to love his mate, when she had kits he and his friends snatched them from her and raised them within the Chaos of the Clan.
At six moons of age, they were assigned three very different mentors. Crowpaw was utterly disgusted by his careless mentor and often took to doing chores that needed to be done such as cleaning the elder's den and fetching prey for the nursery or Medicine Cat. Swiftpaw was given a she-cat mentor and though he learned more than the average apprentice at that time, he did so as he pleased and on a rather unpredicable schedule. The quiet tom would often ignore when and where he should meet with his mentor and sometimes be cynical and claim that she wouldn't show up anyway, as she often did not. Ravenpaw was the wildest of the three. He was appointed his own father as a mentor which may have been the worst mistake the leader at the time could have made. Ravenpaw listened attentively to his father's every word and had a total disrespect for any other cat, and a complete disregard for the Warrior Code. He harassed his fellow apprentices and played cruel jokes on the elders and kits. Needless to see, at this point in their lives, the three brothers did not get along very well.
At 11 moons old, they got their first real taste of battle. They were sent out into battle to defend the RiverClan territory ShadowClan had claimed only two moons before, Swiftpaw and Crowpaw that is. Ravenpaw had not been chosen to go, and for this reason their father was furious but left the vicious son back at camp. Of course, Ravenpaw did not accept this and as soon as the patrol was out of sight he crept after them. And a good thing he did too! He saw his larger brother, Crowpaw, pitifully trying to defend himself against a muscular RiverClan she-cat. He watched for a few moments. Crowpaw was good, but he wasn't that good! And just as he was preparing to step in, Ravenpaw felt a paw prod his fur. Leaping back, he saw the shining green eyes of his brother Swiftfoot. Quietly, Swiftpaw murmured a simple plan of action to which Ravenpaw quickly agreed to. Using all of his strength, the fierce tom leaped over the head of Crowpaw and tackled the she-cat to the ground. In moments, his brother's were attacking either side of the she-cat and he was going head-to-head with her. No clever tricks of hers could break their formation, and Ravenflight realized at once how good this felt, to battle with his brothers side by side. At the height of his excitement, he felt the she-cat weaken and began to back off. Crowpaw looked worried, but Ravenpaw just raised a claw. Don't worry...She won't escape! Ravenpaw dealt the killing blow, expertly slashing her throat open as his father had taught him.
Ravenpaw returned to camp that night proud and triumphant, despite the fact that it was an overall loss for ShadowClan. After all, his father was proud of him and his brothers. What more did they need. But Crowpaw looked rather miserable about something. Perhaps he had wanted the glory of the kill himself? Swiftpaw was busy consoling Crowpaw, and as always Ravenpaw was left with only his father to revel in the family triumph. Longstar commended their strength in battle by giving them their warrior names. That must have really said something about them, because ShadowClan was utterly defeated and still she gave them their praise!
Ravenflight was completely pissed that their father had abandoned them, yet again, and this time for longer than any of his other brief disappearances. He pretended as if it didn't matter, but inside it infuriated him and tore him apart. Why did father not take him as well? He passed his time in early warriorhood mostly by sleeping and torturing his clanmates. Things had been boring since the time for battles had passed.
Rainfur's appointment to Deputy shocked and angered Ravenflight. His father was the best warrior in the Clan! Why had no cat sent to look for him before the new leader chose that nobody? What annoyed him more was Crowclaw's obvious joy at the appointment. Determined to make Rainfur's job hard, Ravenflight decided to go out of his way to cause trouble. But of course, this plan failed miserably and recently Rainstar became leader. Bitterly, Ravenflight returned to Crowclaw and Swiftfoot's side. There was no fighting it now. The Clan was changing and if he refused to follow he might be thrown out of the Clan for good. This did not mean he had, or ever would, agree with Rainstar.
Other: Don't worry, I just wanted to make his bio interesting. With any luck, Ravenflight's desire for revenge will fade away and he'll become one of those loyal trustworthy cats that Crowclaw desires him to be.
Roleplay Example: Ravenflight curled up on a fallen log in the ShadowClan Forest. This was his favorite place to chill out. No squealing kits, no bossy senior warriors, this was bliss. It was also boredom. Why'd the clans decide to go all peaceful anyway? ShadowClan should be ruling this whole forest by now, not getting into skirmishes over mouse-length differences in borders.
His green eyes were half-closed as he stared into the shifting shadows. He cursed the cool air. He liked hot fiery days that made his blood pump and heart pound. Not these dull cool spells that made him sluggish and tired.
Suddenly, something warm and sticky fell onto his foreleg. Glancing at his own white and black pelt he saw the little blob of bird dung. Snarling, he leapt to his paws and looked at the perpetrator. A large blackbird that was looking down at him, cawing mockingly.
Ravenflight's whole face distorted in outrage. "I'll give you something to caw about bird-brain!"
He leaped off the decrepit log and raced across the forest floor towards the tree. Catching on, the massive bird took off from its branch and began to fly away. Ravenflight smirked. It knows it can't outrun me! His paws flew across the forest floor effortlessly. That bird didn't stand a chance.
It seemed like forever. The bird dipped and swerved and curved about the forest and Ravenflight decided to end their game. He dropped to a crouch. The bird, believing he had lost his pursuer, landed confidently on the ground and began to peck hungrily at the needle-strewn earth. Ravenflight crawled slowly towards, licking his lips as he saw it ahead. Mouse-brained bird. I'll show you not to mess with me! When he was close enough, he purposely scraped the ground with a claw. The bird whipped around and looked him dead in the eye. As it fluttered its wings and began to fly, Ravenflight pounced onto its back, sinking his claws into its wings and ripping it from the sky. With much effort, her pulled the struggling bird towards him and bit into its neck. He shook his head violently, tearing the bird's miserable throat and artistically splattering blood on the forest floor. Once it was dead, Ravenflight slowly peeled the feathers of its behind and tail off. Then ripped off its wings.
He carried the tattered remains of the bird back to his log. The sky was warm with sunset colors now and the smell of coming leaf-bare disturbed him much less already. He then set the bird on the log for his evening meal.
