Post by Wolfie on Sept 27, 2021 20:10:01 GMT -6
Ivyflower
Lichenclan
long-haired diluted calico she-cat with yellow-green eyes
warrior
she-cat
46 moons
Appearance
Similar to her sister, Ivyflower is of a small build but that is where their similarities end. Ivyflower is alot softer in comparison, not as built as her sister. Spending more time in the nursery and only going out on the occasional hunting excursion kept her in shape but did nothing to help her outer physique.
The pelt that extends from her body gives her more of a soft look. Her pelt is slightly shorter then her sisters but it was thicker. Atleast thats what it feels like to her. It helped keep her warm in the cold tunnels and thats all she cared about. Her coat consists of a few colors but primarily browns and oranges with a white belly, legs, and maw.
Like her sister, she sports a round face. Her mouth isn't as upturned as her sisters, it sits a little flatter on her face, giving her an almost innocent look. This is coupled with her eyes. They are a shade of green but if they catch the light just right you can see yellow mixed in them. Her ears are neither too small not too big, they are just right and sit perfectly upon her head. Her nose is small and perfect according to her. It was a nice shade of pink.
The pelt that extends from her body gives her more of a soft look. Her pelt is slightly shorter then her sisters but it was thicker. Atleast thats what it feels like to her. It helped keep her warm in the cold tunnels and thats all she cared about. Her coat consists of a few colors but primarily browns and oranges with a white belly, legs, and maw.
Like her sister, she sports a round face. Her mouth isn't as upturned as her sisters, it sits a little flatter on her face, giving her an almost innocent look. This is coupled with her eyes. They are a shade of green but if they catch the light just right you can see yellow mixed in them. Her ears are neither too small not too big, they are just right and sit perfectly upon her head. Her nose is small and perfect according to her. It was a nice shade of pink.
Personality
Supportive - Ivyflower is the kind of cat that wants everyone to do their best and tries to be there to help them when she is able to the fullest of her abilities. She is the most supportive when it comes to her family.
Obedient - Ivyflower has always followed the orders of her leaders to the best of her abilities, never questioning them.
Conservative - Ivyflower thinks of herself as a very traditional Lichenclan cat. How they used to be for generations and hopes to pass on her beliefs to her children to prepare the following generations after she is gone so the traditions will continue to thrive.
Stubborn - Holding true to her beliefs, Ivyflower can not be shaken from the path she has chosen to follow.
Judgmental - In her eyes, if you were against Minnowstar and Starclan then you are in the wrong.
Narrow- Minded - Ivyflower is very set in her ways and refuses to let others take away her beliefs.
History
Her mother Littlestream had given birth in late new-leaf to two strong kits, herself and her sister. Their mother was a young, seasonal queen so the kitting had gone very well. This was no surprise to those in the nursery, Star Clan always looked after the mothers while they gave birth.
Of her earliest memories of that time, they were mostly of her mother caring for them. Till this day, she still can't remember what her father looked like. Their paring was more out of need then love. Atleast that was what their mother had always told them. She would always remember that afterwards her mother would say "She wouldn't have it any other way" when she would ask about him.
All she had known was his name was Silvertooth and that he had died in a border skirmish. She wasn't saddened by the thought, far from it. He died fighting back against the heathens that went by the name Redwoodclanners.
When she was only three moons old, Ivykit already knew what her calling was. How she could contribute to the clan once she was old enough. During a time when their mother was away to stretch her legs, she turned to her sister and told her. "Lavenderkit, lets be queens like mother. Lets raise families of our own in the name of StarClan."
As time passed and they started to get old enough to leave the nursery, Ivykit took every advantage she could to do so. She wanted to see how the other cats of her clans went about their daily lives in their service to Minnowstar and StarClan. With her head held high, she followed after her sister and mother as they made their way through the tunnels. But that demeaner didn't last.
Hearing what her clan thought of their leader and StarClan made her fur stand on end. She wanted to last out at them, to tell them they were wrong. But at the time she was no bigger then a squirrel. They would never take one of her size seriously. Their mother quickly took them back to the nursery. She vaguely remembers how her mother would pace afterwards and mutter how this wasn't how their clan should behave. It was against the code in Ivykits' mind.
When the two she-cats were five moons old, something tragic had befallen the pair. Their mother had come down with some unknown illness that eventually reached the point that had their mother confined to the medicine cats' den. By the time they were able to visit her, it was only moments before her passing.
Ivykit will never forget that day. The smell of her mothers fur as she buried her nose in it one last time. The uneven breathing as her side rose and fell. She could feel a rumbling as though she was talking. And maybe she was.. She would never know. For it was her sister who heard their mothers final words.
When she was made an apprentice, Minnostar entrusted her training to Sturgeonstone. The young she-cat was excited and nervous to start her training but she knew she was on the right path to reach her dream.
She found out pretty fast though that when it came to fighting, she was just as soft-hearted as her mother. The thought of inflicting pain on another cat for any reason crushed her. But thankfully she excelled at hunting. It was her way of providing for the clan and she was thankful that StarClan had allowed her to have a way to help her clan.
Unlike other apprentices she had noticed, Ivypaw was one of the rare cats to finish their training in six moons. In that time she had become an excellent hunter. She had tried to work on her fighting skills, atleast get down the basics incase she needed to defend herself. She just hoped she would be ready if the time came.
When it was time for her ceremony however, she was hoping that her sister would receive her name as well. Unfortunately that was not the case. Ivypaw sat alone in front of Minnowstar. After hearing Sturgeonstones' assessment of her as a warrior, Minnowstar decided that her name would be from that day on Ivyflower.
Moons had passed and whispers could be heard of a rebellion being formed under the noses of their leaders. Ivyflower refused to hear this. She would continue her devotion to her leaders and StarClan. Nothing would shake her beliefs.
When the clan was called to battle, Ivyflower was unable to join those that joined the assault. She would be of no use on the battlefield. She would of been nothing but dead weight, unable to bring herself to land a blow on the clan that had taken away the sisters pwn father.
Of her earliest memories of that time, they were mostly of her mother caring for them. Till this day, she still can't remember what her father looked like. Their paring was more out of need then love. Atleast that was what their mother had always told them. She would always remember that afterwards her mother would say "She wouldn't have it any other way" when she would ask about him.
All she had known was his name was Silvertooth and that he had died in a border skirmish. She wasn't saddened by the thought, far from it. He died fighting back against the heathens that went by the name Redwoodclanners.
When she was only three moons old, Ivykit already knew what her calling was. How she could contribute to the clan once she was old enough. During a time when their mother was away to stretch her legs, she turned to her sister and told her. "Lavenderkit, lets be queens like mother. Lets raise families of our own in the name of StarClan."
As time passed and they started to get old enough to leave the nursery, Ivykit took every advantage she could to do so. She wanted to see how the other cats of her clans went about their daily lives in their service to Minnowstar and StarClan. With her head held high, she followed after her sister and mother as they made their way through the tunnels. But that demeaner didn't last.
Hearing what her clan thought of their leader and StarClan made her fur stand on end. She wanted to last out at them, to tell them they were wrong. But at the time she was no bigger then a squirrel. They would never take one of her size seriously. Their mother quickly took them back to the nursery. She vaguely remembers how her mother would pace afterwards and mutter how this wasn't how their clan should behave. It was against the code in Ivykits' mind.
When the two she-cats were five moons old, something tragic had befallen the pair. Their mother had come down with some unknown illness that eventually reached the point that had their mother confined to the medicine cats' den. By the time they were able to visit her, it was only moments before her passing.
Ivykit will never forget that day. The smell of her mothers fur as she buried her nose in it one last time. The uneven breathing as her side rose and fell. She could feel a rumbling as though she was talking. And maybe she was.. She would never know. For it was her sister who heard their mothers final words.
When she was made an apprentice, Minnostar entrusted her training to Sturgeonstone. The young she-cat was excited and nervous to start her training but she knew she was on the right path to reach her dream.
She found out pretty fast though that when it came to fighting, she was just as soft-hearted as her mother. The thought of inflicting pain on another cat for any reason crushed her. But thankfully she excelled at hunting. It was her way of providing for the clan and she was thankful that StarClan had allowed her to have a way to help her clan.
Unlike other apprentices she had noticed, Ivypaw was one of the rare cats to finish their training in six moons. In that time she had become an excellent hunter. She had tried to work on her fighting skills, atleast get down the basics incase she needed to defend herself. She just hoped she would be ready if the time came.
When it was time for her ceremony however, she was hoping that her sister would receive her name as well. Unfortunately that was not the case. Ivypaw sat alone in front of Minnowstar. After hearing Sturgeonstones' assessment of her as a warrior, Minnowstar decided that her name would be from that day on Ivyflower.
Moons had passed and whispers could be heard of a rebellion being formed under the noses of their leaders. Ivyflower refused to hear this. She would continue her devotion to her leaders and StarClan. Nothing would shake her beliefs.
When the clan was called to battle, Ivyflower was unable to join those that joined the assault. She would be of no use on the battlefield. She would of been nothing but dead weight, unable to bring herself to land a blow on the clan that had taken away the sisters pwn father.
