Ravenfeather -- Flightclan(done!)

[♥|innocence]

Name:
Ravenfeather

Age:
29 moons

Clan:
FlightClan

Rank:
Medicine cat?

Gender:
She-Cat

Picture:
theclanswarriorcats.webs.com/pearlkit.jpg

Quick Appearence:
A black she-cat with green eyes, and black wings.

Appearence:
To summerize, she is a medium build black she-cat with green eyes. But when you get into detail, you notice, her eyes more vividly. They aren't just green, but also golden. They are green on the inside, nearer to the pupils, and then as you look more out there is a golden rim, like and emerale surrounded by gold. Her fur is medium in length, so it doesn't annoy her for being too long, and doesn't get too scratchy for being short, it's just right. Her pelt is black, like a starless midnight sky, from her muzzle to her stomach and chest to her tail tip. Her nose is a bright pink, same as her paw pads. Her whiskers are an average length. Her tail is more feathery and the fur is longer then the rest of her body. Her wings were black and mysterious, like a ravens, but turned the natural white of a medicine cats, when she recieved her full name.

Personality:
Kind hearted and open minded, Ravenfeather is a cat that pretty much anyone can like. She tries her best to make friends. She's hesitant to fights and tries to stay out of them, but she will fight if she has too. She's patient and will tolerate most cats, unless their annoying her from dawn until dusk every day. She loves kits, and finds their innocence, and "bravery" to be what will make them great warriors. She has a tendancy to be open-minded and can be caught daydreaming much, making her distracted. But she tries her hardest to keep focus, and tries to be a good person. Though, she is spikey when it comes to her past, trust me you don't want to get her angry.

History:
You've seen black cats, and the first thing that comes to mind is unlucky, right? Well, this black she-cat is actually pretty lucky, and unlucky at the same time. She was born to Dawnflare and Ashleaf, on a warm and average Newleaf evening in Flightclan. Raised with kind parents, and one goofy brother, Kinkkit. Ravenkit loved to play and was curious and adventurous as a kit, having a passion to be a leader one day. Until that day; one night in the darkness of greenleaf, their was an attack from a neighboring clan. That night Ravenkit lost her brother, and father, and also has serious injuries herself, she was only five moons old. She found a love for herbs and medicine when she saw her medicine cat working, on her of course. When the time came to be an apprentice, Ravenpaw asked both her leader and medicine cat if she could be accepted to follow in the pawsteps of a medicine cats apprentice, they agreed. Ravenpaw trained vigourously, training her memory to learn all the herbs, and fighting her daydreaming, while learning the simple battle moves every cat had to learn. After about eight moons of training Ravenpaw finally earned the name Ravenfeather, the same night her mentor Rainswirl retired, and the night her wings turned white. Ravenfeather hasn't found an apprentice yet, but she hopes to find one soon.

Role-play Example:
It was pitch black. A cold wind swept across the clearing, through her fur, pricking her skin, making her shiver. She couldn't see a thing, but she felt she knew where she was. Caw. Caw A black feather fell upon her, as a raven began to take flight into the darkness. She followed it, without notice, her legs carried her in the direction of the raven. Wait, where am I going? she thought. But she couldn't stop. She kept running into the darkness, not seeing anything, or feeling anything. She was almost walking on air. How could this be? She yowled, as a sudden stab of pain in her side stopped her.

She jolted awake, and winced at the pain. Her green eyes focused, and she saw where she was. She was in the Medicine den, and Longstipe, one of her patients, had been prodding her with his claws. "Finally, jeez, you were brewing a storm here. All the moss is scattered. What were you dreaming about?" he said to her bitterly, turning away to fix his nest and Longstripe curled back to sleep. Ravenfeather felt uneasy. What had she been dreaming? The black she-cat padded out of the den, seeing as she was being a burden there. She took a deep breath as the fresh winter air curled around her long black fur. Her green eyes adjusted to the dakness, it wasn't long before dawn. She sighed, and went out to the outer territory, maybe there she could find some peace.

Her paws tredded across the snow, her mind racing. Where had I been? Why did I follow that raven? Was it a sign-- She thought. The dark Flightclan medicine cat's thoughts were halted as she almost ran into a tree. Ravenfeather sulked but sat at the large oak's roots. What will happen next?

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Approved.