Ravenstar - shadowclan leader

Ravenscream is a tortoiseshell colored she-cat. Her coat looks like black orange and cream are fighting over which one takes control. They mash together, clashing and mixing in a beautiful pattern. Her mottled look allows her to blend into the any scenery almost, which is where she mostly hunts. Out in the swamp, she blends in like she's part of the terrain. Her fur is medium in length, favoring the longer side of the scale. This does mean it gets a little tangled, and she does her best to keep it clean, but it does not always look pristine.

Her body gives her the Windclan look. It is built for pure speed. The only power she carries is in her legs, and that's driven straight into the ground. She has a thin body, aerodynamic in every way. Her shoulders are close to her body, not broad like a Thunderclanner's would be. She is thin and lithe, giving in the ability to cut through wind. This makes her a great hunter, and a wonderful opponent against powerful and slow cats. She'll hit them before they even knew she was there. Her ears have the ability to lay flat against her head , and her tail is thin and long to give her balance.

First and foremost, Ravenscream is not elegant, in any way. She is not eloquent either. In fact, she doesn't have any sort of manners. She does what she wants, says what she wants, and could not care less about what others think of it. If she wants to play in mud in front of all the clan leaders, by god she'll do it! She doesn't care who's around, or who's watching. She isn't the least bit fazed by authority. This way of life has made her very blunt and very truthful. She doesn't care who you are, she'll tell you exactly what she thinks. Let's just say being "politically correct" isn't on her list of priorities. At all. Anywhere. It's nonexistent. She doesn't even have that word in her vocabulary.

She is a she-cat to follow her heart for every decision. She doesn't waste time thinking abut things. She goes with her gut reaction, and would rather not have time to think about things. Because when she thinks, she second guesses herself, and when she second guesses herself, she ends being wrong. So it's best just to go with her initial reaction and hope for the best. Now just because she's impulsive and truthful, doesn't mean she's judgmental. In fact, she's quite the open-hearted gal. She doesn't judge on rumors or whispers. She'll size you up from the first time she sees you, assess you from there, and then move on with her life. It's not her business to try to give advice to the lost or scold the wayward. Rather, she's one to accept every way of life and personality, telling herself that not everyone will be like her.

She's a very good listener, on that note. And a very good secret keeper. Seeing as she doesn't really participate in the normal female gossiping (because she's probably out training somewhere), and she doesn't really have any friends due to her antisocialness (which we will discuss later) so basically, she doesn't have anyone to tell a secret too. She's likes to avoid serious conversations, and would rather just participate in small talk. She loathes being serious, which is why most of the time she's just blunt in her head. If you ask her opinion, be prepared to get it, but more often than not she likes to keep her thoughts in her head. Not that she's scared of what you'll think, it's just that she'd rather talk about the weather. So much interesting.

Ravenscream in a she-cat that would rather be in her own head than talking with someone else. She doesn't avoid cats, but she certainly isn't a bubbly, social butterfly. She does like to have fun, just she'd rather have it by herself. She isn't necessarily awkward in conversations, she just might stare at you for a while before responding to whatever question you asked, debating whether or not she actually wants to answer. Most of the time she is at least civil and polite, or tries to be, but she is an impulsive kitty. You never know what's going to come out of her mouth.

Being as impulsive as she is, it would be a miracle if she didn't have a temper. But, there's no Starclan, so why would there be a miracle? Because she does. She is quick to get angry, but only over big things. Most little things she can let go and breathe through it, but you can bet she's clawing your eyes in her mind. But Starclan help you if you lie to or betray her because you'll be lucky to survive the night. When she gets mad, she goes into a blind rage and just tears anything and everything in path. She will hunt you down and won't stop until she feels satisfied you have paid for your betrayal. The thing is, most of the time she feels guilty afterwards. And she remembers everything. Every word she uttered, every claw she raised, every blow she made it. But within in a day or two, the guilt is gone. Because she knows life's too short to live in the past.

• Doveflight - mother
• Snowspring - father
• Kitepaw - brother
• Ebonystorm - brother

Doveflight and Snowspring had two boy kits and one girl on a cold winters day. They were new warriors, only 19 moons old, but that did not stop them. They had been in love since they were apprentices. And so when they found out they had three kits, Doveflight almost died of heart attack. She just knew it would be hard, that they would be trouble, and oh how they were. As soon as they could walk and talk the three kits never stopped or slowed down. They were always going, always exploring, always breaking the rules and the boundaries that had been set. Ravenscream was the enforcer, the one the other two went to if they were having problems with another kit. Ebony was the leader, the smart, composed, logical, but sensitive and empathetic one. He was the one coming up with plans to satisfy his craving for knowledge and the lust for exploration. Kite, now kite was the black sheep. He was shy, mostly because he had troubles with his speech. He would slur his words and stutter severely. It was for this reason that most kits picked on him, including his own brothers. Doveflight encouraged them to be nice, but siblings will be siblings.

As the trio became apprentices, they still did not separate. Raven became more and more protective of Kitepaw, striving to be like his father. When their father died of rabies, this instinct became even stronger. As the moons went on, Raven and Ebony began to separate. Raven chased training while Ebony chased knowledge. Kite stuck close to Raven because she made him popular, but even she was prone to have her bad days.

One summer day was just that. She and Kitepaw and another tom apprentice were walking, and Raven kept trying to get rid of her brother. She wanted to be alone with him, and Kite would not have it. As the day was coming to a close, Raven snapped. She told Kite to beat it, that his stuttering idiot brain was not welcome here. Tears in his eyes, Kite left. When Raven got back to camp, her brother wasn't there. She told Ebony what happened, but assured him that Kite would be back within a couple days.

Kite never returned. With the disappearance of her brother weighing on her shoulders, she never told her mother or the clan the truth. The only ones who knew were her and Ebony. Raven settled down after that, focusing on her training and becoming the hard ass she is today.

When her and Ebony became warriors, they became closer to each other and to their mother. She was not the kind of mother to say I love you and shower you with love, but she showed it in her own unique ways. Then something happened, Ebony changed shortly after they're mother died of old age. At least, that was all the medicine cat could come up with. Raven never thought it was their mother's death that changed Ebony, but perhaps it just contributed to an already existing condition. He became distant and far away. He tried to act normal, but failed miserably. He never told Raven what happened, mostly because Raven never asked. Her brother soon got out of his funk and returned to his old self, and Raven suspected it was a girl. But he still didn't really know.

And then one day, Ebony didn't come back from training. The leader sent out patrols and they came back with a lifeless body, drained of blood and tattered. When Raven saw it, it was said her screams were like that of mother who lost her kits. They echoed in the distance, and some said they could even be heard by the other clans. She had lost her last surviving family member, and now she was truly and utterly alone. After two moons of grieving, the Duskstar saw it fit to give her an apprentice, someone to distract her and keep from brooding. And that's exactly what it did. Her apprentice sparked her back up, and returned her to being the cat she is now, unpained, unmarred, and with no regrets. Living in the moment and forgetting the pains of the past.

When Duskstar announced her as deputy, she couldn't have been more surprised. She never would have thought that a warrior of 35 moons would become deputy. Much less the thought of her being leader one day was unthinkable. She loved Duskstar in the way a daughter loves a father. But still, she accepted the offer because who would be stupid enough to turn down the leader. As the moons went on and Duskstar died, she couldn't believe she was being thrown into being leader. She mourned the loss of her father figure, and had the pressure of finding a new deputy. She chose Emberstrike, an ambitious young warrior whom she thought would serve her well. Now old and on her last life, Ravenstar is thinking of retiring before she dies.

if - i - could - just - see - you

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