Post by Shad on Sept 16, 2015 1:34:24 GMT
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APPEARANCE
Raven is, in a word, beautiful. A small shecat by nature, she is just the perfect size to be a companion to a tom. Not big enough to intimidate him, and perfectly proportioned to snuggle in close and appealingly. She walks with a decidedly feminine pad that is slow and demure. She has thick, delicate fur that is painstakingly groomed until it shines like liquid silver and her eyes are soft as moonlight on a lake. She is quiet, patient, and never cross with an air of just the faintest bit of vagueness, as if a cat lost her attention for but a moment, she would turn and fade away. Her small, dainty paws always slip lightly over the ground. A true lady never shows her claws. Raven would never be so crass but if a claw did manage to slip out I'm sure it would be perfectly shaped and- OHOLYSTARCLAN WHAT IS THAT?! MUD!? These claws are all torn up and chipped! What kind of lady goes mucking around in MUD?! And, wait, are those muscles under that thick fur? Real muscles? Then why does she act all 'I'm a damsel in distress. come rescue me' all the time? Why- ...wait... ....act...... Hmmmmmm  personality
The first thing you need to know (and your RP cat won't so keep this in mind) is that there are two Ravens. Lady Raven and Scholar Raven. They are not split personalities or twin cats pretending to be one or anything interesting like that. Raven simply chooses to wear a mask around others whom she is not close to. This mask is... Lady Raven Raven is honestly, very close to perfect. She is patient with a quiet dignity that shines through her every move. She floats over the land on dainty, gentle paws with an air of otherworldly beauty. She is quiet, borderline cold, but with a softer-side most toms want to lay claim to. She is graceful and thoughtful, only speaking when needed in a gentle, wise tone. She is the cat every tom dreams of and every shecat aspires to be. She is the personification cool beauty. She is perfect. She is Raven. Except not really. Scholar Raven This is the real side of the shecat. She is coarse and brash and easily irritated by just about everything. Life sucks and she knows it. She would go and be a hermit if not for her terrible hunting skills and the fact that in every story ever hermits are always bugged by knowledge hunting adventurers and never actually get any real peace! Short tempered and sarcastic, she has no issue letting blood with her tongue and will always rise to a fight if there is even the slimmest chance of winning. The cats that are close to Raven, or the ones she deems 'interesting' are the only ones to see this side of her. Some wish they had not. Even so, this is the cat Raven really is. Her venom is a sign of love! In her own, weird, Raven-y way. It is a compliment to have her disparage you. Really.... just trust me.
HISTORY Raven was born. Then she learned about plants. Then she learned about more plants. Then she fell in love with a no-good-rockhead who left her. Then she licked her wounds and came to the clan. There. History over. Can she go now? At least, that is how Raven would tell it. As a child, she lived with a small family. Namely her mother and brother, Bolt. Bolt was good at everything. Raven... was good at plants...? Needless to say, the shecat often felt inferior when placed beside her brother who shone in all the important things like hunting and fighting. She loved Bolt dearly, but felt useless around him. Cats always wanted to talk to Bolt. Cats always asked how Bolt was doing. Sometimes Raven worried even their own mother would forget her. So Raven tossed aside her plants and threw herself into learning, instead, about being a proper Lady. She was struggling with this new role, and might have been persuaded out of it by her brother, if not for her being swept away down a river just when she would have reached apprentice age. She finally dragged herself out, half drowned, near the coastline where she found a lighthouse, frequented by vagabonds and travelers. The old lightkeeper took the shecat under her wing to teach her of plants and stars and healing, while passing toms and shecats trained her how to become more ladylike and appealing. The lighthouse was a wealth of knowledge and Raven let herself become engulfed by it, rather than return home where she had already, in all likelihood, been forgotten. It was a thought that burned in the young shecat's heart on cold storm nights, nights when bolts of lightning would flash across the ocean sky. -But the shecat still got up every day and kept busy until well into the night. She learned how to mix a herb salve and how to walk in a way that made tom's look. She growled and toiled frantically over her studies in the morning, but was primped and polished with a gentle air by evening. She became a Scholar, as she had always wanted, and a Lady, as others had always wanted. When every last drop of knowledge that could possibly be drained was taken from the lighthouse, and just as the shecat crested her second year, she set out for the mountains to learn their secrets -and to see her brother along the way. Raven's heart had pounded like a caged bird for days as the crossed the forests. She was excited to see her family, to show them what she had made of herself, but also terrified. Would her mother still remember her? Would her brother still love her, after all this time? Would she finally be the daughter and sister they could be proud of? Or had everything been for nothing? She got her answer running into a clan patrol only a week into her journey. It seemed her mother was dead. Bolt was leading his own Clan these days with a mate and kits. War was brewing and the patrol did not have time to talk to strange rogues charging through their lands so please get off. Raven had reeled from what felt like a hard slap to her face. Of course her brother had moved on. He was a leader now. Wow. And, uhm, a mate. H-how nice. And kits? Well, he had certainly been busy heh While she had... had... The shecat moved on quickly to the mountains after that. Her brother had no need of her. He had spent his time making something of himself. She had spent her time learning plants and trying to please others. It was no different than when they had been kits. She was still just fighting to keep up with him. Still just chasing his shadow... AND GODDAMN IT SHE WAS PISSED! WHERE THE HELL DID HE GET OFF BEING ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY?! WHY IN THE NAME OF DEADLY NIGHTSHADE WAS SHE EVEN DOING ALL THIS CRAP IF HE WAS GOING TO GO AND GET HIMSELF AND CLAN AND MATE AND BREED A WHOLE NEW FAMILY AND FORGET ABOUT HER?! JUST WHO DID HE THINK HE WAS SCREWING WITH?!?! It was in this mentality, that Raven fell in love. No. Really. She was fit to be tied by the time she reached the mountains and came across a cat being mauled. After two weeks alone in the woods, stewing in her own thoughts, she was only too happy to rain hell down on the unwary cat and his prey. And the tom seemed completely unaffected, even carrying off the prey that by all rights was half hers, without a single backwards glance. Raven, thoroughly annoyed now and determined to be noticed, attached herself to the grouchy old nag like feline crazy glue. After a few days they actually talked to each other. After a few weeks they had a half-civil conversation. It took hardly anytime at all afterwards for them to start spending time together. Sometimes Stone taught her battle moves. Sometimes she dragged him out to collect plants and 'be her packmule', and sometimes they just talked. For minutes. For hours. Raven could never keep the time straight when he was around. They talked about everything. They talked about nothing. They talked about life and death and whether or not a swallow could carry a coconut (Stone did not believe it but Raven made a very good point about african swallows). The fierce grey tom did not seem to notice Raven's acerbic comments. Or, rather, he seemed to see the real cat behind them. The cat that was shy, hopeful, and scared of being rejected by everyone she had ever dared to love. The cat that had a black sense of humor but a kind heart. Raven learned about him too. She learned he was more than the mask he had pretended to be. She learned he was thoughtful, and giving, and patient. All the things his family never wanted him to be, all the things she loved most dearly about him. And Raven did love him. She loved him enough to take on the role of Healer's Apprentice before she had felt she was ready and worked night and day to keep it. She loved him enough to offer herself as his mate when his father demanded one, knowing he would never love her back. She loved him enough to stand by him, even when he turned to darkness. She loved him enough to destroy a cat's life so that he would have a home. -But that is another story, and not Raven's to tell. When Stone left the clan, Raven stayed behind. She loved the tom too dearly, even thought he would never love her. She knew she had to let him go, one last time, if either of them were to grow. She had the tom she wanted more than anything right in her paws, and she gave him the direction to leave her forever. Raven had never felt so alone as the days that followed Stone's departure. The Tribe and Stone's family pressured her from every side. She ended up hiding in her nest for days, not seeing anyone. Some cats thought she had lost her will to live. Maybe they were right. She had given everything for the tom she loved, knowing the outcome, and while she would not have changed anything given a second chance, her heart still bled. Her desire to be loved had eaten her from the inside out, and Raven felt like an empty husk waiting to be buried beneath the stones. All she had ever wanted in her life was to be loved. -And all she had ever gotten was rejection from every cat she dared open her heart to. With nothing left for her and her replacement long since trained, Raven left the Tribe a pawful of moons later without a word. No cat has seen her since. The Chief cleaned out her nest and found a stash of nibbled yew branches. Some cats suspect she found a nice cliff and... well, no one ever said this story had a happy ending. THREAD TRACKER This section is not necessary, but is provided if a member wishes to keep track of the threads that this character participates in. | ooc info  ☆ NAME☆ your ooc name ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS☆ n/a if none |