Post by Sasha on Aug 2, 2007 17:46:38 GMT -7
Name: Ivymoon
Gender: She-cat
Age: 17 moons
Rank: Warrior
Description: Ivymoon's ears are tall and rounded on the tips, neither torn or scarred from past battles. She is thickly built, mostly muscle, and almost resembles a tom to the blind. Though thick, she is pretty; dark nose with a soft pink tip, pale gray whiskers, and ginger-striped fur patched with gray in a single spot on the right side of her face, twisting down her leg like a vine. Her stripes are bold and thick, especially along her legs. Ivymoon's underbelly is made up of dark ginger and grays, soft to the touch and thick, protecting her underside.
Despite being looked upon as 'thick', Ivymoon is slim for her family tree, though has good-sized paws and a tail of two-inches around at the base, and an inch around at the tip.
Her fur consists of all normal tabby colors; grays, browns, and golds. Ivymoon's tail is a little shorter than most cats, tipped with a dark brown, striped with grays, whites, and pale browns. The rest of her body is the same (see the tail disc.), though she has one white toe on her right back paw. To the eye, her pelt made up of mostly grays, whites, and dark browns. Sometimes, though not often, the light brings out the rich shade of amber her fur is. Her eyes, however, stick out the most; they are bright green that seems to swirl with pale blues and golds. Ivymoon is large for a she-cat; her fur thick, body strong. She is a fast runner and a good fighter, both of which evidence of a good trainer during her apprentice moons.
Short Description: Tabby she-cat with striking green eyes
Accessories: 0.o...none...
Personality: Ivymoon is smart and, like most cats around her in her life, rather secretive. She is known to keep secrets, and when entrusted with anyone elses, her silent disposition doesn't alert any others that something is up. The gift is dangerous; as she is quiet during troubles times and good ones. Her personality is not easy described by those who have only met her once or twice, as she thinks most of the time and talks only when spoken to, or to herself. She is much less playful than she once was, though has kept her tenderness from years past. Ivymoon is lethal when the need be, but only to cats and other creatures who have harmed her clan, herself, or the like. She is dangerous when angry, but is so calm most of the time her anger is rarely shown. Ivymoon is not a cat who would show her emotions, even small ones. She is strong on the inside, not one to be seen crying in misery of fear, and definantly not one to break down into a fit.
Ivymoon, like many, is a loyal cat to the clan and to her betters. As an apprentice, she was known to test the warrior code, though she has grown out of it and attempts to live by it in a peaceful matter.
Very little is really known about her anymore, and though she is not shy, she is rarely open to anyone. She has a sadness in her that one cannot see, but they can usually sense it in the whisper of her voice, or her sighs at night. On the subject of nighttime, Ivymoon quite enjoys it. During times of trouble for herself or her clan, she hardly sleeps, usually found staring at the sky in the middle of the earliest morning. Sometimes the first one up, Ivymoon goes to sleep slowly and wakes up quickly.
History: Ivymoon lived a very normal life, though is quite sure her 'mother' wasn't really who she said she was. Ivymoon looked nothing like her brothers and sisters at birth, and still doesn't. She has vauge memories of her real parents, though only knows her father had her eyes, and her mother's were a pale amber. Other than her secretive foster parents, Ivymoon went about her daily routine with ease, sticking to the Code and following the lifestyle most cats had.
Ivykit was, truthfully, born out of any clan territory. Her mother wasn't in a clan; she was a wild cat who lived near twolegged dwellings. No one knew of the cat's relationship, as they met late at night or early in the morning. However, one cat knew of Ivykit; a queen in Thunderclan, the tom's sister. When Ivykit's mother and other siblings went missing, her father gave her to his sister, and she didn't mind at all. The tom went off looking for his mate and kits. He hasn't returned since.
Ivypaw was apprentice to a powerful warrior who was well-liked and looked up to in the clan. He trained her like she was an army soldier; he was harsh during training, though kind to her otherwise. He reminded her of her father, and when she said so, he went to a new topic. Ivypaw never really noticed until she had thought about it, after the tom had been killed in battle. She wondered why he was so secretive on the subject, and hasn't figured it out yet.
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RP sample: It was dark in the forest, almost midnight. Ivymoon lay in the warrior's den, curled on a bed of moss near the entrance to the den. There was a rustle just outisde, and the tabby she-cat's ear perked, one eye opening in the dark. A sliver of moonshine fell onto it, making it glow, and with it she spotted a shape in the fog. A scent met her nose, and she lifting her head, both eyes wide.
"Tenderpaw?" she mewed, her voice dazed from sleep, "is that you?"
The small apprentice, frozen in fear, stared back at her. Slowly, he nodded, wincing as she rose to her paws.
"What are you doing out there, Tenderpaw?"
"I...can't sleep," the silver tom whispered, relaxing as a smile flickered over the warrior's features. "I was looking at the sky," he added, pointing up with his nose.
"Bad dreams again?" she asked, sitting beside him, gently nudging his shoulder. Like Tenderpaw, Ivymoon looked up to the night sky, at the moon and sparlkling stars. She kept her voice down, as the small apprentice was always so frightened and skittish. It was a phase, his mentor always said, and he'd grow out of it. Ivymoon hoped so, as she was fond of the little tom. He was a nice cat, quiet and fast on his paws.
"Yeah," he whispered, breaking her out of her thoughts.
She smiled at him, nosing him in the direction of the apprentice's den. "Try and get some rest, Tenderpaw. You don't want a cat to think you're sneaking about, do you?"
He smiled, shaking his head, leaping off to where the apprentices slept.
Ivymoon watched him go, smiling slightly and heading back to her den with one last look at the stars.
Other: Nothing...that I can think of, anyway.
