Post by griffin on Sept 24, 2006 16:18:02 GMT -5
Name: Ivyhawk
Age: 25 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: SpiderClan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Ivyhawk is a lean warrior, built like many of the SpiderClan cats. Her pelt marks her as a marble bengal; her base coat is a light brown/cream, covered with a smooth, flowing pattern of black and dark brown. The pattern on her front legs, head, and back legs is pure black, while it lightens to a rich brown (lined with thick borders of black) on her sides. Ivyhawk is noted for her large paws, which are perfect for leaping through the branches of a tree. Her eyes are a brilliant green, the pupils lined with yellow. Overall, the she-cat is a rather striking and pretty warrior.
Personality: Ivyhawk is, overall, kind and caring. She is not particularly outgoing and prefers to keep to herself, leaping through the trees for reasons only she knows. She is much more comfortable in amongst the branches than she is on the ground. She prefers to listen rather than talk- this has given her very keen observation skills, and she is good at spotting deceit. It is hard to fool this she-cat.
To those lucky few who crack through her loner air and become her friend, she loves to have fun and she has a good sense of humor. Part of her is mischievous, loving to play harmless little jokes. In fact, she does it now, but she is so good at it that no one looks to the soft, quiet Ivyhawk as the culprit.
Picture: bengal-cat.net/QUEENS4.jpg
History: Ivyhawk was born an only kit to the queen Sorrelwing, who died in giving birth. The kit was given to another queen to nurse, and Ivyhawk grew up thinking that this Yewpelt was her mother. She grew very close to her “siblings,” Frostkit and Hazelkit, and throughout her kithood and apprenticeship she was a popular, happy, fun-loving she-cat.
But when a fox killed Yewpelt as the she-cat was hunting on the forest floor, both Frostpaw and Hazelpaw disobeyed their mentors and leader and went to seek revenge, believing that they knew enough to take on a full-grown fox. Only Ivyhawk, then Ivypaw, was smart enough to know better. Unexpectedly, both of her siblings were killed, a blow that changed Ivypaw completely. She was no longer the most promising apprentice in the Clan- she began to work on “autopilot,” doing just enough to pass and get the work done. She no longer went out of her way to be the best. When she was named a warrior she did start trying a little more, and it some areas she did begin to excel. Ivyhawk did not make any friends, however, and is simply an acquaintance to many of the Clan cats.
Other: Ivyhawk is known for a few skills she excels in. She is very capable of traversing the trees in noleaf. She can jump from a branch covered in slick ice and land on another ice-covered branch at full speed without falling off (she has very strong claws from doing so). The she-cat is also adept at catching birds in flight- she merely leaps at them as she goes from branch to branch and kills them mid-jump.
Roleplay Sample: There hadn’t been much to do lately. Perhaps if Ivyhawk had a few friends to do something with…but no, she tended to avoid friends. It was much easier to worry about herself and the Clan only. If a warrior died in battle she was sad, but she wasn’t so torn up that she felt hollow. It made things easier.
The flutter of wings caught the marbled she-cat’s attention, and Ivyhawk’s bright green eyes turned to scan the spaces between the trees. Something had startled a bird, a mourning dove, and it was going to zip by her branch within moments.
Getting to her feet, the bengal stretched briefly before crouching. Her muscles coiled and tensed- now! Pushing off from her perch with powerful legs, claws outstretched, Ivyhawk collided with the dove in mid-flight. Feathers seemed to explode around the two; the dove, caught between the predator’s legs, fought vainly to get free. All the warrior had to do was sink her teeth into the bird’s neck, snapping it and ensuring her a hold.
A bit of pride laced through Ivyhawk as she landed in another tree, graceful and unfaltering. The dove hung limp between her jaws. Well, time to go deposit this where it belonged, in the fresh-kill pile. Turning, the SpiderClan warrior made her way to camp.
Age: 25 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: SpiderClan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Ivyhawk is a lean warrior, built like many of the SpiderClan cats. Her pelt marks her as a marble bengal; her base coat is a light brown/cream, covered with a smooth, flowing pattern of black and dark brown. The pattern on her front legs, head, and back legs is pure black, while it lightens to a rich brown (lined with thick borders of black) on her sides. Ivyhawk is noted for her large paws, which are perfect for leaping through the branches of a tree. Her eyes are a brilliant green, the pupils lined with yellow. Overall, the she-cat is a rather striking and pretty warrior.
Personality: Ivyhawk is, overall, kind and caring. She is not particularly outgoing and prefers to keep to herself, leaping through the trees for reasons only she knows. She is much more comfortable in amongst the branches than she is on the ground. She prefers to listen rather than talk- this has given her very keen observation skills, and she is good at spotting deceit. It is hard to fool this she-cat.
To those lucky few who crack through her loner air and become her friend, she loves to have fun and she has a good sense of humor. Part of her is mischievous, loving to play harmless little jokes. In fact, she does it now, but she is so good at it that no one looks to the soft, quiet Ivyhawk as the culprit.
Picture: bengal-cat.net/QUEENS4.jpg
History: Ivyhawk was born an only kit to the queen Sorrelwing, who died in giving birth. The kit was given to another queen to nurse, and Ivyhawk grew up thinking that this Yewpelt was her mother. She grew very close to her “siblings,” Frostkit and Hazelkit, and throughout her kithood and apprenticeship she was a popular, happy, fun-loving she-cat.
But when a fox killed Yewpelt as the she-cat was hunting on the forest floor, both Frostpaw and Hazelpaw disobeyed their mentors and leader and went to seek revenge, believing that they knew enough to take on a full-grown fox. Only Ivyhawk, then Ivypaw, was smart enough to know better. Unexpectedly, both of her siblings were killed, a blow that changed Ivypaw completely. She was no longer the most promising apprentice in the Clan- she began to work on “autopilot,” doing just enough to pass and get the work done. She no longer went out of her way to be the best. When she was named a warrior she did start trying a little more, and it some areas she did begin to excel. Ivyhawk did not make any friends, however, and is simply an acquaintance to many of the Clan cats.
Other: Ivyhawk is known for a few skills she excels in. She is very capable of traversing the trees in noleaf. She can jump from a branch covered in slick ice and land on another ice-covered branch at full speed without falling off (she has very strong claws from doing so). The she-cat is also adept at catching birds in flight- she merely leaps at them as she goes from branch to branch and kills them mid-jump.
Roleplay Sample: There hadn’t been much to do lately. Perhaps if Ivyhawk had a few friends to do something with…but no, she tended to avoid friends. It was much easier to worry about herself and the Clan only. If a warrior died in battle she was sad, but she wasn’t so torn up that she felt hollow. It made things easier.
The flutter of wings caught the marbled she-cat’s attention, and Ivyhawk’s bright green eyes turned to scan the spaces between the trees. Something had startled a bird, a mourning dove, and it was going to zip by her branch within moments.
Getting to her feet, the bengal stretched briefly before crouching. Her muscles coiled and tensed- now! Pushing off from her perch with powerful legs, claws outstretched, Ivyhawk collided with the dove in mid-flight. Feathers seemed to explode around the two; the dove, caught between the predator’s legs, fought vainly to get free. All the warrior had to do was sink her teeth into the bird’s neck, snapping it and ensuring her a hold.
A bit of pride laced through Ivyhawk as she landed in another tree, graceful and unfaltering. The dove hung limp between her jaws. Well, time to go deposit this where it belonged, in the fresh-kill pile. Turning, the SpiderClan warrior made her way to camp.