Post by seawolf on Dec 9, 2012 23:45:49 GMT -5
Character Information
Name: Ivyfur
Age (in moons): 30 moons
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Grassclan Deputy
Appearance: Ivyfur is a sleek black she-cat with a long body and solid black pelt. She has an angular face that almost resembles and oriental, and her almond eyes are bright green. Her fur is short and slick to the touch, and her tail is almost disproportionately long. She has a scar that runs down her left hind leg.
Personality: Ivyfur is a no-nonsense molly. She does not tolerate any cat who goes against the warrior code and is quick to deliver judgment. She is a blunt cat who prefers to keep things short and to-the-point, without dragging things out or making them appear as something they're not. Ivyfur is a difficult she-cat to befriend, but once someone reaches her heart, they're there forever. Grassclan is her first priority, and love and kits are the last things on her mind.
History:
Ivyfur is the sole survivor of her litter of three. Her mother, Blacktail, was very sickly during her pregnancy and took in very little nutrients. This lack of personal care led to two of her kits being born too weak and small. They both died within a week of birth, leaving Ivykit to be raised as an only child. And since Ivykit was still weak, she was nursed by another queen who was stronger than sickly Blacktail.
Because she was still blind and deaf when her sisters died, Ivykit did not feel the loss. Her mother did, though, and the tragedy broke the warrior's already feeble spirit. So, instead of looking up to her sniveling mother, Ivykit aspired to be like her father: Sootstorm. She spent most of her time trying to get him to teach her combat, and he finally gave in when she was five moons old. Before she was given an official mentor, Ivypaw had a base knowledge of fighting and was praised for her success in the first moon.
During her training, Ivypaw had pleanty of ambition to go around. She set a standard when she first began, but as time wore on, she outshined the other apprentices less and less. The diminishing praise from her peers and mentor motivated her to work harder. There were times that she would pick fights with apprentices and even young warriors, which earned her a scar when she picked the wrong tom to scrap with. She wore her injury with pride, however, as she was the very first in her wave of apprentices to receive such a mark.
The moons leading up to her warrior training were spent joining as many patrols as possible, hunting or otherwise. She didn't catch much prey but when she did, she made sure it was a quality slab of meat. Ivypaw always aimed for the biggest and healthiest available, whether or not it was convenient.
Ivyfur was named on her twelfth moon, and sat diligently through the night of her vigil. All the while, she wore her rare grin as she gazed up at the stars and thought, it won't ever get easy, but I'm ready now.
And it didn't.
Ivyfur was granted an unruly apprentice named Fallowpaw. He rarely listened, despite Ivyfur's stern warnings that he would have a delay on his warrior ceremony. Fallowpaw refused to work for his meals, and often showed up late for training. One day, Ivyfur had had enough and devised a plan. She told as many warriors as she could that Fallowpaw would not be permitted to eat unless he completed a training session successfully. Others were peeved by the young tom, and so they agreed hastily. Within a moon, Ivyfur had Fallowpaw in her clutches and successfully brought him to warriorhood.
Moons later, news was brought to camp that the deputy Lizardtail had died in efforts of getting a badger off the territory. This troubled Ivyfur deeply - she had been good friends with the deceased molly, and had high hopes of her success as Grassclan's future leader. She sat in mournful vigil that night until the new deputy was to be chosen.
When Ivyfur heard her name called at Moonhigh, a part of her was in disbelief. She accepted the proposal given to her, however, and she smiled as the clan cheered her on. To this day, she remains dedicated to the well-being of her clan, and makes no effort to hide herself from anyone or anything.
RPer information
Name: Sea Wolf (Call me Sea.)
First language: English
Literacy level: Literate.
Name: Ivyfur
Age (in moons): 30 moons
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Grassclan Deputy
Appearance: Ivyfur is a sleek black she-cat with a long body and solid black pelt. She has an angular face that almost resembles and oriental, and her almond eyes are bright green. Her fur is short and slick to the touch, and her tail is almost disproportionately long. She has a scar that runs down her left hind leg.
Personality: Ivyfur is a no-nonsense molly. She does not tolerate any cat who goes against the warrior code and is quick to deliver judgment. She is a blunt cat who prefers to keep things short and to-the-point, without dragging things out or making them appear as something they're not. Ivyfur is a difficult she-cat to befriend, but once someone reaches her heart, they're there forever. Grassclan is her first priority, and love and kits are the last things on her mind.
History:
Ivyfur is the sole survivor of her litter of three. Her mother, Blacktail, was very sickly during her pregnancy and took in very little nutrients. This lack of personal care led to two of her kits being born too weak and small. They both died within a week of birth, leaving Ivykit to be raised as an only child. And since Ivykit was still weak, she was nursed by another queen who was stronger than sickly Blacktail.
Because she was still blind and deaf when her sisters died, Ivykit did not feel the loss. Her mother did, though, and the tragedy broke the warrior's already feeble spirit. So, instead of looking up to her sniveling mother, Ivykit aspired to be like her father: Sootstorm. She spent most of her time trying to get him to teach her combat, and he finally gave in when she was five moons old. Before she was given an official mentor, Ivypaw had a base knowledge of fighting and was praised for her success in the first moon.
During her training, Ivypaw had pleanty of ambition to go around. She set a standard when she first began, but as time wore on, she outshined the other apprentices less and less. The diminishing praise from her peers and mentor motivated her to work harder. There were times that she would pick fights with apprentices and even young warriors, which earned her a scar when she picked the wrong tom to scrap with. She wore her injury with pride, however, as she was the very first in her wave of apprentices to receive such a mark.
The moons leading up to her warrior training were spent joining as many patrols as possible, hunting or otherwise. She didn't catch much prey but when she did, she made sure it was a quality slab of meat. Ivypaw always aimed for the biggest and healthiest available, whether or not it was convenient.
Ivyfur was named on her twelfth moon, and sat diligently through the night of her vigil. All the while, she wore her rare grin as she gazed up at the stars and thought, it won't ever get easy, but I'm ready now.
And it didn't.
Ivyfur was granted an unruly apprentice named Fallowpaw. He rarely listened, despite Ivyfur's stern warnings that he would have a delay on his warrior ceremony. Fallowpaw refused to work for his meals, and often showed up late for training. One day, Ivyfur had had enough and devised a plan. She told as many warriors as she could that Fallowpaw would not be permitted to eat unless he completed a training session successfully. Others were peeved by the young tom, and so they agreed hastily. Within a moon, Ivyfur had Fallowpaw in her clutches and successfully brought him to warriorhood.
Moons later, news was brought to camp that the deputy Lizardtail had died in efforts of getting a badger off the territory. This troubled Ivyfur deeply - she had been good friends with the deceased molly, and had high hopes of her success as Grassclan's future leader. She sat in mournful vigil that night until the new deputy was to be chosen.
When Ivyfur heard her name called at Moonhigh, a part of her was in disbelief. She accepted the proposal given to her, however, and she smiled as the clan cheered her on. To this day, she remains dedicated to the well-being of her clan, and makes no effort to hide herself from anyone or anything.
RPer information
Name: Sea Wolf (Call me Sea.)
First language: English
Literacy level: Literate.
