General Information
Name: Ravenkit | Ravenpaw | Ravenstorm
Nickname: Raven | Rave Age: 42 moons Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual Fur Color: Like her sister, Ravenstorm has a solid black pelt. Unlike her sister though, she bears a solid white spot on her chest, a small flare setting her apart from Nightbreeze. This is about the only thing though that sets them apart. Her fur though, is short, and her frame is sleek and slender. Her legs are powerful and muscular, built for good stamina and running. Her head is small, and thin, giving her a polite and dainty look, but don't even doubt for a moment the fiery fierceness behind her shadowy pelt. Eye Color: Bright Green Personality: Ravenstorm is a level headed feline. She can conclude a good outcome, and balance the use of her claws and her words. She can seem very wise at time, loving and caring, always offering a piece of advice to those in need. She loves her family, or at least the family she knows if close and loyal to her. Ravenstorm has one major problem though, trusting others. Her heart has been broken one too many times for her to trust anyone easily. She tends to keep her true emotions to herself, unless she knows 100% sure, that she can trust the cat. Few are privileged with this gift of her trust and it is not a thing to be taken lightly. This she cat though, has a bright, burning fire that will lash out at those who betray her trust, and hurt her family and the ones she loves dearly. |
Health Information
Physical Condition: Tired from giving birth
Mental Condition: Grieving, depressed at the loss of two kits Sickness: Mild depression | has dystocia (trouble giving birth) Injuries: None Scars: None |
Family |
Relations |
Cat || Thoughts
Mate Quietstream || Loves dearly || Thinks highly of Biological Son(s) Hazelpaw || Misses dearly Adopted Son(s) -- Daughter(s) Silverkit || Loves Tinykit || Loves Adopted Daughter(s) Redkit || Loves Mother Snowyflake || Loved || Misses Father Hazypeak || Loved || Misses Brother(s) Remy || Loves || Misses dearly Sister(s) Nightbreeze || Loves || Cares for and highly respects Grandparents -- Aunts -- Uncles -- Cousins -- Brother-in-Law(s) -- Sister-in-Law(s) -- Nieces Honeyvenom || via Nightbreeze [biologically] || Hasn't talked with much Featherkit || via Nightbreeze [adopted] || Hasn't met Nephews Barkskip || via Nightbreeze [adopted] || Likes Storkflight || via Nightbreeze [adopted] || Likes Solkit || via Nightbreeze [adopted] || Hasn't met |
Cat || Thoughts
Best Friend -- Friends Nightbreeze || Loves ||Cares for and highly respects Storkflight || Likes || is proud of Barkskip || Likes || is proud of Neutrals -- Enemies -- Rival -- Mentor -- Apprentice -- |
Extras |
Backstory |
Likes: Running, racing, sleeping
Dislikes: Boredom, being thought of as incompetent, liars Quirks: She gets easily offended and flicks her ears a lot when she is Fears: Being turned away from her family, again Favorite Food: Rabbit Quotes: "It's alright my babies, I will keep you safe. Nothing will happen to my little warriors." [Ravenstorm to her newborn kits] Theme Song: Open to Suggestions How Ravenstorm Died
Nightbreeze ran out of the camp, tears streaming down her face. Her son was dead. He had been killed, and now it felt as if the same had been done to her. Her black pelt was ragged, she hadn't taken time to clean herself. She had been too busy watching over kits and doing her job. This morning she had recieved the news from one of her close friend Arrowheart that his body had been found in the territory, blood and Synidcate smell on him. As she ran blindly, not caring where she went, she wept. She cried out to Starclan, where she hoped her son was. She didn't know if he was there or not. Barkskip hadn't been Clan born and she didn't know if it worked that way. All she knew was that her son was dead and she had to live without his cheerful demeanor. Soon enough, Nightbreeze heard soft paws steps behind her. Without looking, and the sweet scent that filled her nose, she knew that Ravenstorm, her sister, had found her. She thrust out a hard our as she greeted her sister. Ravenstorm greeted her with the same gesture as they rubbed muzzles. The two sat for a long time, happy to enjoy each other's company. It wasn't long before another set of paws interrupted them. This time it was not someone the sisters knew. This she cat was white, her pale indigo eyes gleaming with amusement. Viana made her presence know by a psychopathic giggle. She eyed the two black felines curiously. "Well when a black cat crosses your path it's supposed to be bad luck. But this time I think the white cat brings the bad luck." She giggled, before changing her attitude completely and launching at the sisters. Nightbreeze and Ravenstorm, both being warriors recently coming back from being a queen were slow to react. They jumped aside, Ravenstorm getting caught. Nightbreeze backed away, watching her sister swipe wildly at the feline. Viana clawed furiously at Ravenstorm, blood quickly spattering the ground. The hill upon which they fought became flecked with red, from all three she cats blood. Viana quickly pulled away from Ravenstorm, going for Nightbreeze. Viana managed a careful blow to the lower chest of the Ebony feline. Nightbreeze stumbled back, her chest bleeding. Viana jumped in for a final blow. She slashed Nightbreeze's throat and jumped away, leaving the queen to fall to the ground lifeless.
Viana jumped back to a Ravenstorm, her thin white frame lithe and agile. She sprang into Ravenstorms back, clawing her spine. Ravenstorm twisted and bit into her paw. Viana was quick to bit, aiming at the top of her neck, severing some less major veins. The blood spurted from her neck, but Ravenstorm bucked harder, angered by her sisters demise. She managed to buck Viana off, sending her rolling down the hill, but a Ravenstorm was too far gone. She had lost too much blood. She too collapsed on the ground in a lifeless heap. |
Ravenkit was born in Thunderclan. She led a simple life with her parents and two siblings; her brother Lionkit, and her sister Nightkit. The three kits had stark differences in personality, but all three were bound in a family relationship. The three kits were so close it's almost as if they were best friends, and not siblings. They rarely left each other's side.
They lived a normal kithood where nothing too special happened. Lionkit got sick once or twice and Ravenkit snuck into the leaders den, but nothing out of the ordinary. Soon the three rowdy kits were made into apprentices and assigned the names, Ravenpaw, Nightpaw, and Lionpaw. As they trained, all three diligent in their work, they grew further apart. Due to being so busy with training, they could not spend as much time together as normal, which slowly broke their close bond. Then they tried to mend it. Ravenpaw, being the wise one, arranged times for the three of them to go out alone to hunt, goof off or play. It worked for a while, until Lionpaw volunteered to show them the Twoleg place. After sneaking out, they moved for the group of buildings. Before they got there though, trouble struck. As they prepared to cross the Thunderpath that separated a Clan territories from the Twoleg place, a large silver monster stopped and pulled over. The three apprentices became scared and ran off. Nightpaw led the way, Ravenpaw a little way behind. Lionpaw was no where to be seen. Panic stricken at loosing their brother, they searched and then heard. Lionpaw was yowling from the grasps of the older Twoleg. The hairless creature stuffed him in the monster and shut the door. The two sisters could hear his terrified screeches to get free, but they knew the monster wouldn't let him out. Ravenpaw stuck up though, volunteering herself to go get him. After a quick dispute, Ravenpaw won the argument and padded out to seek out their captured brother. The old female Twoleg sprung fast, grasping her large paws around Ravenpaw. Ravenpaw let out another screech as she too was stuffed into the monster. The two siblings were now trapped inside the Twolegs monster, vulnerable to whatever the hairless creatures had planned. There were two Twolegs she discovered, the one who had snatched them, and the one who was holding them now, a younger boy. The last fleeting glimpse she had caught if her sister, was her just standing there unable to go anywhere. The siblings were taken to the Twoleg den nearby. The first Twoleg grabbed them both by their scruffy and hauled them through the entrance, up a steep, jagged slope and into a strange room. The doors were shut and the siblings huddled together behind a large round white object rooted to the floor. They were trapped, alone, and scared. Ravenpaw was regretting her decision now, but was glad Lionpaw wasn't in this alone. A while later the younger male Twoleg came back in, carrying some container. He placed it down for them and smiled. Ravenpaw, growing fearful again, stepped back, crouching low behind the cold white thing. The Twoleg left and didn't come back for a while. The two cats grew curious once more and ventured through the small room to see what was around.mthere was a large white container, a large square tree looking object with compartments inside. A hard stone cold for marked white and green, and a small box filled with little gray pebbles. Knowing enough stories, Ravenpaw knew this was what the Twolegs called a litter box, where they Exocet their kittypets to go make dirt. Great, that meant kittypet food for them too. Eventually, a new Twoleg came in and the sibling went back to their corner of the room, huddled down and scared. This Twoleg seemed gentle though and sat down reaching out a hapless paw yo them. They were both weary and refused to go near. This kept up for several months and they grew generally accustomed to their twolegs. They weren't as skittish now, and boldly approached them. Raven paws heart longed for her home, hinting, running, her sister. She wanted to go back, but Lionpaw shared different thoughts. He wanted to stay, stay with them, enjoy the new adventures, live the easy life. After a quarrel, the two decided it would be best if Ravenpaw did leave. And by this time they were beginning to grow accustomed to their kittypet names as well. Ravenpaw being Star, and Lionpaw being Remy. So they devised a plan. They waited until one evening when it was dark and they went out to release the dogs into the yard. Stealthily Ravenpaw ran out, her brother on her tail. The a Twolegs didn't see and they were free. They knew that when they did notice, they would need a distraction. Raven volunteered, but was overruled by Lionpaw who said he didn't want to go back. He wanted to be Remy. He didn't want the Clan. Somberly, the two siblings who had endured so much split apart and went separate ways. The black feline ran hard and fast, getting back to the Thunderpath of that eventful day. She crossed it with ease this time and disappeared into Thunderclan territory. As Ravenpaw worked her way back to camp, she caught a smell of a long lost scent, almost foreign to her now. She ran towards it and basically crashed into the other black cat. It was her sister, as a warrior now, under the name Nigtbreeze. She told her sister the news of their brother and they grieved for him. The two went back to the camp, where Ravenpaw was finally assigned her warrior name, Ravenstorm. Of course, that wasn't the end. At the very next gathering, Ravenstorm met up with a seemingly charming Windclan tom. After spending several nights together, Ravenstorm became impregnated with his kits. Worried, she went to her sister for help. Nightbreeze instructed her that even though it hurt, she needed to give them to the father, Harechaser. It would solve the confusion. When the kits came though, Ravenstorm was heart broken to see three of the four kits dead, stillborn. The fourth and final, and only living, kit was given to her mate who dumped her on the way out. Hazelkit was to grow up not knowing his mother. She grieved for her lost kits and struggled for a long time to be happy again. She mostly stayed in the nursery, helping her sister care for her numerous adopted kits. It wasn't until one of her rare hunts that she met Quietstream. The two quickly started out as friends, and began talking more and more, until Quietstream sprang his question. She accepted and the two became mates. Shortly after, and several nights together, Ravenstorm discovered she was bearing a second litter. She finally confessed to him about her first litter and expressed her worry for them. In which he also shared that he had had a former mate before as well. Their relationship remained strong and they continued on together. Ravenstorm gave birth to four kits again. Three were live born, and one still born. Sadly, as she grieved the loss of her first one, the second, a live one, died in her paws, too weak to survive on its own. It was down to a she cat and a ton to pull through, Ravenstorm couldn't handle another loss of a kit. |