Ivywhisper

[ivywhisper]

Name: Ivywhisper
Age: 22 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Desired Rank: Queen
Description (long):

Ivywhispers pelt is quite long and slightly fluffy. Her fur is dark grey, a solid dark grey which blends into shadows quite easily. She is a small cat, not much bigger than an apprentice, with small light paws she cat easily go across any land silently. Her eyes are a deep, dark green like ivy, thus her name. Though she is a small cat, she is near her kitting. Making her belly quite large.

Description (short):

A small, dark grey she-cat with dark green eyes.

Personality:

Ivywhisper is usually very quiet and shy, she doesn't talk to many cats at all. She likes to be by herself most of the time sthough she does have a few friends. She is not very mean, she hates to fight or make anyone angry. She is usually kind to everyone she knows but can get snappy when annoyed. She rarely joins in battles, or makes the decision to join them. She is quite a fierce fighter though, but loses interest easily. She much prefers hunting, where her talent flourishes.

History:

Ivykit was born to Lilacstep and Forestheart, with her brothers Robinkit and Ripplekit. She was always the quiet kit, her brothers always messing around and ignoring her. She liked to stay close to her mother really. When she was apprenticed Ivypaw exelled in hunting, but didn't really try with the fighting. Her mentor always told her to go as a medicine cat apprentice, but she always said no. Her mind was fully set when her brothers died of greencough, she would be a warrior for them. When she was made a warrior, now Ivywhisper, she always dreamt of having kits. And now she is pregnant.

RP Example:

Ivywhisper crouched low against the forest undergrowth, her tail silently waving across the floor behind her. This time tomorow she would be in the nursery, waiting for her kits to be born so she had to make the most of her time as a warrior, hunting and going on patrols as much as she could. She didn't really mind the patrols that much, as long as there were no fights, but she much prefered hunting. It was just a good feeling to be alone.
She opened her mouth and let the scents of the forest come to her, just luckily she was upwind of a mouse. The third prey of the day! She slowly crept forward, her paws barely making a sound, and softly coming into contact with the ground. As soon as she was close she sparng forward, catching the mouse in her paws, she bit its neck, killing it. She sighed as she though of giving this all up, even for a little while.