Post by wolfy on Feb 8, 2011 17:18:06 GMT -5
Name: Ivystorm
Age: 30 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: CelestialClan
Desired Position: Deputy
Short Description:
Personality:
Experience:
Age: 30 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: CelestialClan
Desired Position: Deputy
Short Description:
Sleek black cat with bright green eyes.Description:
Body Type
Ivystorm has a sleek body built with hidden muscles. Her legs are of medium size and her maw is like that of a tigers. Teeth hidden below are not huge but they are a bit big. The paws beneath her legs have claws of regular length, but if she tries hard enough they can be pretty damaging. Her tail can touch the ground and her overall body is neither long nor short, but the right size to have muscles below her pelt. Her head is like that of her sister, Rapidrain. Perfectly triangular and deadly looking. The eyes fixed with a pretty evil glare.
Pelt color
Ivystorm has an obsidian black color with bright emerald eyes. It does great for disguising at night, but during day it is a whole other story. Some black cats will have a tint of brown, Ivystorm is one of the selective few not to have that tint. Her pure black body sometimes gets in her way when hunting during daylight hours. She can be very unnoticed at times and it always pays up well. Her eyes are completely green and bright, opposite that of her sisters which are a bright teal. If you look close enough though She has black and amber hues mixed in with it. She has beautiful fur but she never uses it enough to attract attention. Above her nose she has a scar caused from a battle which became very deadly. Her sister in it had also close times, but unlike her she got for or five scars from the battle. One on her for head which isn't quite noticeable, on near her back left ankle and, besides the one on her nose, the last one her belly caused from being almost torn by a bigger cat. She may have fought well, but she was pretty damaged by it, using the scars as a sign of how tough she was.
Personality:
Mental Sanity: Sane
Ivystorm has been always the one to argue when something is wrong, always standing up for the truth though sometimes she is wrong. She never felt the need for love nor the need for kits and her heart is purely on that of being a loyal warrior. Her true intention and goal is to be leader of the clan but she does not let that control her thoughts and actions to do wrong. She tries hard and often fools herself for it. She also hates when others are teased. She doesn't fond with kits well and tries to stay away from them but if insisted she will, and she will protect them with her life as like anyone else in the clan.
When around others Ivystorm is sarcastic, and some times a bully. She is wise with somethings but if she knows she is right she will make sure they get that in their heads. She is very persistent and also calm at times. She never gets scared by much and stands with anyone on her side. She is more or less opposite of her sister. She is cautious around another foreign cat. Always on her guard during the night and very sly and sneaky. Sometimes she creates a few laughs by sneaking up on a new Apprentice and showing how they should deal with silent things.
Besides her bad attitude, she can be out right rude. When on her bad side she can be very demanding, and hates when others demand things from her. She can get jealous easily and will go out of her way to do things. She also can get an attitude and punish someone for no reason over it. When on patrol, and on her good side she takes her time before getting it done. Sometimes afterwords she goes for a quick hunt before returning to camp. She doesn't take forever, and if she can't get luck after the first couple of minutes she heads straight back to report.
Experience:
Ivykit did some stupid things. She never backed down when it came to it but it cost her some friends. Many liked her true ambition but sometimes it went to the extreme, running off a lot when she wasn't supposed to. No major damage had ever came to her during her kit years. She loved visiting the elders but not often, and she tried to hang around the Apprentices a lot at that time. At 4 moons she exited camp and almost broke her front right leg. She was a bit stupid but she learned from it all.Picture:
It was a whole new story during her Apprenticed years. Always wanting to be the quickest, strongest and the best. She obeyed little and cost some elderly visits. She went to many Meetings, and never had the chance to speak when she wanted. She kept silent but everyone in the clan new her name well. During her last assessment she did well, and earned her right for being a Warrior.
Now she had finally became a Warrior, wanting to go on every border patrol so she could teach some other clan cats a lesson or two. She never backed down nor gave any away unless she had to. She lost many fights before and some regrettable but she yearns for more mistakes so she can learn. She sometimes is a little harsh to some, and she has had arguments before but her prestige never really changed much.
She was very protective of her little sister, Rapidrain. When she lost her brother to the depths of the river she stayed in camp a lot to make sure she was ok, at times getting sick of her attitude and happy when.
She was a Warrior, and never better then anyone else.
Other:
Sample
Ivystorm slipped past the ally of rocks softly and making each step careful, taking up the slopes at a decent pace. If she wasn't lucky at finding prey this time how would she ever? Doubtful, she had always been a great hunter...just this time, she couldn't seem to put a single claw on anything. She swerved past another couple trees, getting closer and closer to other clans borderline. Not a scent came, and she was close to turning around when as soon as she moved her head a scent came in. Strong, very strong. How could she have missed that?
She swerved to wards the smell, letting her movements be silent and almost unnoticeable when paying attention. Hopefully this prey wasn't. Taking in another breath a vole came into view. Rare that she had seen this instead of a squirrel, then again she had scented to wards the ground then up high. Nevertheless it was prey, and prey was what the clan needed.
She got in her crouching position, stepping forward slowly and silently, never forgetting shy she was really out here in the cold to begin with. Her eyes flickered for the possible escape routes it would take, planning it with her mind and not her hunger or ambition for it. Coming in close she finally pounced, bounding in the air silently and with perfect form. She landed on top, snapped its neck and landed with barely a sound besides the ruffled leaves behind her. Triumphant she walked back to her pile digging out the dirt and then dropping her second catch. One more... she thought padding away for more prey to catch before returning to the camp for another patrol.