Post by Raven~ on Sept 18, 2019 15:40:19 GMT -6
Ravenfeather
Redwoodclan
Sturdy black tom with amber eyes and missing ear
warrior
tom
58 moons
Appearance
It is easy to see where Ravenfeather gets his name. His frame is covered with jet black fur, short but thick enough to keep him warm. Black from ears to tail, even the rough skin of his nose and the pads of his paws are black. The only part of him doesn’t blend with the shadows are his eyes, a vibrant amber in color. A subtle scar splits his lip, barely visible through his fur. Once split with a deep v-shaped scar, his left ear is now entirely missing. A network of scars criss-cross over his face, marking both cheeks as well as his forehead.
In a Clan of giants, Ravenfeather is comfortably among the biggest, though there are still some that stand taller. He measures 12.5” at the shoulder with all the broad shouldered bulk that comes with such a height. Under his sleek fur, it is easy to see his well defined musculature. He boasts large paws and a long tail that help him to balance and maneuver through the tree tops. The deepest of the scars on his body sit across his chest and his left rear leg and are easily seen beneath his plush furs.
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SCARS
Left lip - Lavendermist [No dice]
Right cheek - Ashfrost [Dice]
Left rear leg - Ashfrost [Dice]
Left ear (V) - Ashfrost [Dice]
Across chest - Emberscorch [Dice]
Forehead - Emberscorch [Dice]
Face - Honeybun [Dice]
Left ear (missing) - Honeybun [Dice]
Personality
Loyal | Obedient
Ravenfeather has a deep sense of loyalty to his friends and family (though his family has a nasty habit of not liking him). He knows that he would lay down his life in the defense of RedwoodClan and its honor. He would never do anything that might hurt the Clan and he is determined to always do the best he can and follow the warrior code. In the name of Clan loyalty, he always listens to what his superiors tell him. This can lead to blindly following orders because a cat of superior rank told him to do so.
Confident | Cocky
Ravenfeather is a proud tom, though he has grown out of his youthful boasting. But just because he doesn’t crow out loud doesn’t mean he never shows off. He is confident in his skills and is willing to try anything because he knows he will be great. His confidence often comes off as arrogance which is not something that he bothers to correct. Ravenfeather drinks in praise and will often show off to his Clanmates with the hope of being told how well he is doing.
In his youth, Ravenfeather was one to crack jokes and laugh freely. He used to enjoy playing with his peers. Time and repeated loss has hardened his heart, though. He frequently assumes the worst is going to happen. There is little doubt that that playful fire still burns somewhere deep in his heart, but he just can’t let it out anymore. He often teases others and has trouble telling when his jabbing has gone too far. When some cat calls him out for teasing too much or being rude, he has a habit of lashing back with sarcasm.
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History
[No cat in RedwoodClan could deny that Daisystorm and Batpelt loved one another. From the time they first shared the warriors den, they were practically inseparable. Thus it came as no surprise when Daisystorm announced she was expecting and would be moving to the nursery. What did come as a surprise was Batpelt's reaction to the news. While he was excited, for sure, he also became distant and nervous. He was nervous about whether or not he would be a good father and, in thinking about ways he could do right by his coming kits, he started growing distant from his mate. Daisystorm gently tried to encourage him to spend time with her and stop worrying.
The kits came in the middle of a moonless night. Batpelt nervously waited nearby the nursery, but didn't go inside. Ravenkit was born first followed by his brother, Hollowkit and a stillborn brother. News of the stillborn kit shocked Batpelt and sent him to his nest without ever visiting his mate and their two remaining kits. It was up to Daisystorm to be strong for herself and the two little bundles in her care. For the first two weeks, Batpelt would only visit very briefly and would sit off to the side as if he was afraid he was going to hurt the tiny kits. Daisystorm would tell her wide eyed youngsters stories of RedwoodClan's greatness which enthralled young Ravenkit. He would boast and brag about how he was going to grow up to be big and strong so that he could serve this great Clan he was born into.
Gradually, Daisystorm's patience and coaxing drew Batpelt closer and closer to the kits until he finally relaxed enough to be the tom he had been before they were born. After that switch, it was practically impossible to keep him out of the nursery. Ravenkit was young enough that he doesn't really remember how distant his father had been in his early days and remembers, instead, the loving devoted father he became.
For all Ravenkit's boasting about how strong he was going to become, he realized that he was going to have to prove it to... someone. He started frequent skirmishes with Hollowkit, much to everyone's annoyance, and received more than a few scratches to the nose when he pushed him too far.
He was extremely eager to become an apprentice and would beg any adult cat that would listen to him to teach him something a warrior apprentice might learn. Whenever he was told that he was still too young to start training, he would puff out his chest and stand up as tall as he could as if he could convince his Clanmates that he was physically ready, even if he was still a bit young.]
He was apprenticed to the tabby warrior Tigerpool and threw himself into training with unrestrained enthusiasm. He learned quickly, thriving in the environment of a young warrior. He greatly looked up to his mentor and wanted little more than to make him proud. On one of his early outings, his patrol ran into a LichenClan patrol at the border. Tensions escalated and a fight ensued. Ravenpaw faced another apprentice named Lavenderpaw… that is, he tried to. She completely ignored and avoided him, damaging his ego more than the scratch she gave him that scarred his lip. To this day, he clings to his grudge against Lavendermist, though she never seems to notice.
Another apprentice, just a few weeks younger than himself, caught his eye. Mousepaw was her name and young Ravenpaw found himself padding around after her, just looking for any opportunity to show off and impress her. The pair grew closer and closer. It was then no shock that on the very night of their warrior ceremony, Ravenfeather and Mousesong confessed their love for one another and became mates.
Now a warrior, Ravenfeather joined his Clanmates in an attack on LichenClan. He had perhaps gone in with his head held a little too high and left his fight with the warrior Ashfrost with a myriad of new scars - a gash across his cheek, a deep notch out of his left ear and a nasty bite to his left rear leg.
In the aftermath of the fighting, Mousesong announced her pregnancy and Ravenfeather was over the moon at the thought of a new family. Before long, his kits were born, two she-kits - Waspkit and Viperkit - and a tom - Lionkit. During her pregnancy, Mousesong had fallen ill and Orchidshade had placed her under quarantine. Despite his deepest desires, Ravenfeather was not able to visit his new family until well after their eyes were opened.
Ravenfeather had expected Mousesong’s health to improve the longer she was able to rest in the nursery, but that wasn’t what happened. Shortly after their kits were apprenticed, Mousesong died and the young father’s world was thrown into chaos. He was dangerously close to losing himself to his grief, the only thing that grounded him was trying to keep his family from falling apart.
Though he tried, his relationship with his kits began to suffer, particularly with his son. Any time he tried to connect with Lionpaw or repair their failing relationship, it blew up in his face and ended in a fight. He found it so much easier to connect with his new apprentice Dewpaw and treated him more like a son than he did Lionpaw which only pushed them further apart.
Ravenfeather went to battle again alongside Beewing. Beewing was killed in the fight and Ravenfeather was terribly injured. He barely made it back to camp that night, but he couldn’t rest. Lionpaw had also been in the battle and he was one of the cats that hadn’t returned. Adrenaline gave him the strength he needed to push past his injuries and go out to look for his son.
What he found would devastate him. He met a LichenClan warrior at the border, woefully returning Lionpaw’s body. His son had never made it to the warriors’ den and Ravenfeather had never truly been able to apologize.
He remained close with Tigerpool, now friends rather than teacher and student. After Lionpaw’s death, Ravenfeather grew increasingly distant from his daughters. In the wake of such a disaster, Dewsong, his former apprentice, was by his side offering unwavering support.
Ravenfeather prayed fo peace. He prayed for anything in his life to go right. When his brother, Hollowheart, turned up missing, he realized that such things were not meant for him. This was only cemented when Dewsong approached him with news that he was leaving to join the Tribe of Floating stones. All he had left was his daughter Waspsong, a cat that hissed in his face whenever he dared to look at her. His new apprentice, Freezingpaw, did not get along with him any easier. Throughout her entire training, he found himself missing the easy way he and Dewsong had gotten along.
On moonhigh patrol with Tigerpool, they were ambushed by rogues and he left the fight without a left ear and with a deep wound on his face. After his Clan was burned by allowing ThistleClan refuge at the Bear Stones and the attacks that followed, Ravenfeather found himself walking a pro-war path without even really realizing it.
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The kits came in the middle of a moonless night. Batpelt nervously waited nearby the nursery, but didn't go inside. Ravenkit was born first followed by his brother, Hollowkit and a stillborn brother. News of the stillborn kit shocked Batpelt and sent him to his nest without ever visiting his mate and their two remaining kits. It was up to Daisystorm to be strong for herself and the two little bundles in her care. For the first two weeks, Batpelt would only visit very briefly and would sit off to the side as if he was afraid he was going to hurt the tiny kits. Daisystorm would tell her wide eyed youngsters stories of RedwoodClan's greatness which enthralled young Ravenkit. He would boast and brag about how he was going to grow up to be big and strong so that he could serve this great Clan he was born into.
Gradually, Daisystorm's patience and coaxing drew Batpelt closer and closer to the kits until he finally relaxed enough to be the tom he had been before they were born. After that switch, it was practically impossible to keep him out of the nursery. Ravenkit was young enough that he doesn't really remember how distant his father had been in his early days and remembers, instead, the loving devoted father he became.
For all Ravenkit's boasting about how strong he was going to become, he realized that he was going to have to prove it to... someone. He started frequent skirmishes with Hollowkit, much to everyone's annoyance, and received more than a few scratches to the nose when he pushed him too far.
He was extremely eager to become an apprentice and would beg any adult cat that would listen to him to teach him something a warrior apprentice might learn. Whenever he was told that he was still too young to start training, he would puff out his chest and stand up as tall as he could as if he could convince his Clanmates that he was physically ready, even if he was still a bit young.]
He was apprenticed to the tabby warrior Tigerpool and threw himself into training with unrestrained enthusiasm. He learned quickly, thriving in the environment of a young warrior. He greatly looked up to his mentor and wanted little more than to make him proud. On one of his early outings, his patrol ran into a LichenClan patrol at the border. Tensions escalated and a fight ensued. Ravenpaw faced another apprentice named Lavenderpaw… that is, he tried to. She completely ignored and avoided him, damaging his ego more than the scratch she gave him that scarred his lip. To this day, he clings to his grudge against Lavendermist, though she never seems to notice.
Another apprentice, just a few weeks younger than himself, caught his eye. Mousepaw was her name and young Ravenpaw found himself padding around after her, just looking for any opportunity to show off and impress her. The pair grew closer and closer. It was then no shock that on the very night of their warrior ceremony, Ravenfeather and Mousesong confessed their love for one another and became mates.
Now a warrior, Ravenfeather joined his Clanmates in an attack on LichenClan. He had perhaps gone in with his head held a little too high and left his fight with the warrior Ashfrost with a myriad of new scars - a gash across his cheek, a deep notch out of his left ear and a nasty bite to his left rear leg.
In the aftermath of the fighting, Mousesong announced her pregnancy and Ravenfeather was over the moon at the thought of a new family. Before long, his kits were born, two she-kits - Waspkit and Viperkit - and a tom - Lionkit. During her pregnancy, Mousesong had fallen ill and Orchidshade had placed her under quarantine. Despite his deepest desires, Ravenfeather was not able to visit his new family until well after their eyes were opened.
Ravenfeather had expected Mousesong’s health to improve the longer she was able to rest in the nursery, but that wasn’t what happened. Shortly after their kits were apprenticed, Mousesong died and the young father’s world was thrown into chaos. He was dangerously close to losing himself to his grief, the only thing that grounded him was trying to keep his family from falling apart.
Though he tried, his relationship with his kits began to suffer, particularly with his son. Any time he tried to connect with Lionpaw or repair their failing relationship, it blew up in his face and ended in a fight. He found it so much easier to connect with his new apprentice Dewpaw and treated him more like a son than he did Lionpaw which only pushed them further apart.
Ravenfeather went to battle again alongside Beewing. Beewing was killed in the fight and Ravenfeather was terribly injured. He barely made it back to camp that night, but he couldn’t rest. Lionpaw had also been in the battle and he was one of the cats that hadn’t returned. Adrenaline gave him the strength he needed to push past his injuries and go out to look for his son.
What he found would devastate him. He met a LichenClan warrior at the border, woefully returning Lionpaw’s body. His son had never made it to the warriors’ den and Ravenfeather had never truly been able to apologize.
He remained close with Tigerpool, now friends rather than teacher and student. After Lionpaw’s death, Ravenfeather grew increasingly distant from his daughters. In the wake of such a disaster, Dewsong, his former apprentice, was by his side offering unwavering support.
Ravenfeather prayed fo peace. He prayed for anything in his life to go right. When his brother, Hollowheart, turned up missing, he realized that such things were not meant for him. This was only cemented when Dewsong approached him with news that he was leaving to join the Tribe of Floating stones. All he had left was his daughter Waspsong, a cat that hissed in his face whenever he dared to look at her. His new apprentice, Freezingpaw, did not get along with him any easier. Throughout her entire training, he found himself missing the easy way he and Dewsong had gotten along.
On moonhigh patrol with Tigerpool, they were ambushed by rogues and he left the fight without a left ear and with a deep wound on his face. After his Clan was burned by allowing ThistleClan refuge at the Bear Stones and the attacks that followed, Ravenfeather found himself walking a pro-war path without even really realizing it.
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