Post by Eagleh on Feb 6, 2009 22:01:04 GMT -5
(ok i wanted to make MY Ravenpaw for a long time, and he's emo, like literally, so dont blame me for not being creative cuz hes really awesome!!!!)
Name: Ravenpaw
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Windclan
Rank: Apprentice
Mentor(s):Sandclaw, Iridescentsight
Peltage:
Ravenpaw is a slender black furred tom with a small patch of white on his chest. His fur is kitten soft and extremely warm. It has a blue sheen to it like a ravens feather and is all ways slicked down, do to his meticulous grooming. He has large paws that he seems to always trip over and a small tuff of long hair sticks out over his left eye, covering it slightly. He has pale yellow eyes and big pointed ears. The backs of his front paws have no fur on them, because he pulls it out. His tail is long and rounded at the tip, with a slight wisp of white fur. He has long black whisker and black claws, which he sometimes uses against himself. He's a fast runner and has strong back legs. His eyes are usually filled with hate or sorrow, and he never smiles or laughs, unless he's laughing at someones pain.
(Optional)Picture:
Raven1
Raven2
Raven3
Raven4
Raven5
Personality:
Ravenpaw would be described as emo in the real world, because he is mentally ill in alot of ways. He witnessed the brutal murder of his parents and sister at a very young age and hasn't talked to anyone, in a loving or happy tone, since. He's mildly sadistic, and laughs at others pain to cover up his own. He longs to be loved by someone, and spends many nights out side of camp, alone to cry. The backs of his paws are bare and slightly bloody, when someone asks he gives them the excuse that he hurt himself during training. His favorite things include the full moon, sitting by the gorge and training. He lusts for revenge, hoping to one day find his parents killer and kill him, or her. And above all he wants the love and respect of his clan. He wants to show them that through everything he's been through he wants to serve them above all. He likes long haired she-cats with light tabby or white fur, by the way ladies *wink wink*.
History:
Ravenpaw was a playful and happy kit, loving his parents above anything he did, and playing with his sister was the only thing he wanted to do with his life, but when his parents and sister were brutally murdered in a raid against the clan led by rogues, he was never the same. He wouldn't speak to anyone until he was 5 moons (his parents killed when he was 3 moons), and started in vigorously with his training. He showed little to no interest in making friends and a small interest in she-cats when he was 8 moons, though he never says more then 10 words at once. He found pleasure in the pain of his den mates and jealousy when they became warriors. He then stumbled upon the relief of his own pain by cutting his paws in a thorn. He found the same relief in pulling the hair out of the backs of his paws. He never tries to hide it and instead focused all of his attention on his training. Becoming extremely dedicated to his mentor, Snapdragon, before she was killed in battle. Now he trains alone, waiting for a mentor that will train him and stay out of his business, or get into it if thats whats best for him.
IC:
Ravenpaw stalked lightly threw the camps entrance, ignoring the gaurds words against the venture. His too-big-for-him paws caught his wirsts and he stumbled, falling face first onto the ground with a hard thud. He slowly started to slip away into unconiousmess when a vision came to his light rue colored orbs. A bright ginger pelt danced infront of him, calling him to play. "Sunflowerkit!!" He cried, scrambling after the translusicent hallucinatin. She led him threw the grass land, dancing around him and calling him forward. Soon she was racing from his sight and he was pelting arcoss the field"Sunflowerkit!! Come back!!" He cried, tripping over his paws again, and finding himself skidding towards the edge of the gorge. His black claws dug deep into the soft soil as he worked to stop himself. Yowling out for help his claws hit rock and he came to stop, back legs flailing over the edge. He pulled himself up and back into saftey before collasping in the ligt of the full moon. His sisters laugh rang heavily in his ears as he peered up at silverpelt. come back...[/b]
Other:
Password: ?
Name: Ravenpaw
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Windclan
Rank: Apprentice
Mentor(s):
Peltage:
Ravenpaw is a slender black furred tom with a small patch of white on his chest. His fur is kitten soft and extremely warm. It has a blue sheen to it like a ravens feather and is all ways slicked down, do to his meticulous grooming. He has large paws that he seems to always trip over and a small tuff of long hair sticks out over his left eye, covering it slightly. He has pale yellow eyes and big pointed ears. The backs of his front paws have no fur on them, because he pulls it out. His tail is long and rounded at the tip, with a slight wisp of white fur. He has long black whisker and black claws, which he sometimes uses against himself. He's a fast runner and has strong back legs. His eyes are usually filled with hate or sorrow, and he never smiles or laughs, unless he's laughing at someones pain.
(Optional)Picture:
Raven1
Raven2
Raven3
Raven4
Raven5
Personality:
Ravenpaw would be described as emo in the real world, because he is mentally ill in alot of ways. He witnessed the brutal murder of his parents and sister at a very young age and hasn't talked to anyone, in a loving or happy tone, since. He's mildly sadistic, and laughs at others pain to cover up his own. He longs to be loved by someone, and spends many nights out side of camp, alone to cry. The backs of his paws are bare and slightly bloody, when someone asks he gives them the excuse that he hurt himself during training. His favorite things include the full moon, sitting by the gorge and training. He lusts for revenge, hoping to one day find his parents killer and kill him, or her. And above all he wants the love and respect of his clan. He wants to show them that through everything he's been through he wants to serve them above all. He likes long haired she-cats with light tabby or white fur, by the way ladies *wink wink*.
History:
Ravenpaw was a playful and happy kit, loving his parents above anything he did, and playing with his sister was the only thing he wanted to do with his life, but when his parents and sister were brutally murdered in a raid against the clan led by rogues, he was never the same. He wouldn't speak to anyone until he was 5 moons (his parents killed when he was 3 moons), and started in vigorously with his training. He showed little to no interest in making friends and a small interest in she-cats when he was 8 moons, though he never says more then 10 words at once. He found pleasure in the pain of his den mates and jealousy when they became warriors. He then stumbled upon the relief of his own pain by cutting his paws in a thorn. He found the same relief in pulling the hair out of the backs of his paws. He never tries to hide it and instead focused all of his attention on his training. Becoming extremely dedicated to his mentor, Snapdragon, before she was killed in battle. Now he trains alone, waiting for a mentor that will train him and stay out of his business, or get into it if thats whats best for him.
IC:
Ravenpaw stalked lightly threw the camps entrance, ignoring the gaurds words against the venture. His too-big-for-him paws caught his wirsts and he stumbled, falling face first onto the ground with a hard thud. He slowly started to slip away into unconiousmess when a vision came to his light rue colored orbs. A bright ginger pelt danced infront of him, calling him to play. "Sunflowerkit!!" He cried, scrambling after the translusicent hallucinatin. She led him threw the grass land, dancing around him and calling him forward. Soon she was racing from his sight and he was pelting arcoss the field"Sunflowerkit!! Come back!!" He cried, tripping over his paws again, and finding himself skidding towards the edge of the gorge. His black claws dug deep into the soft soil as he worked to stop himself. Yowling out for help his claws hit rock and he came to stop, back legs flailing over the edge. He pulled himself up and back into saftey before collasping in the ligt of the full moon. His sisters laugh rang heavily in his ears as he peered up at silverpelt. come back...[/b]
Other:
Password: ?
