Posts by ivy.

The evening light played queer tricks beneath the curtain of trees and the mountains' monstrous shadows. A fine crimson hue bathed the land, causing a unique shimmer to every simple detail. The leaves played out an exciting story with the coming darkness, blood-red spots dancing across rotting leaves and over-grown foliage, and all provided by the dying sun's last angry flares. A star or two marked the sky, light and small, and almost seeming to blow a refreshingly cool breeze upon the earth below, and thus lifting away the hazardous heat of hours prior. The birds flew and landed in the branches, shrouded by the rivaling shades of scarlet and emerald, and filling the air with a shrill song that wished the day good-bye.

It wasn't long before night came, and with it, Ivy. A feline-shaped shadow, guided by a half-moon floating far off ahead, traversed the crowded woodland. Pale, silver light flooded the whole front half of the smokey black tabby, and all that it revealed; old scars, her face partly torn apart by them, and blue eyes. Brilliant blue eyes, constantly glaring, and, tired. Her paws were placed ever so gently in front of her, or so she thought, but no matter how hard she tried, the leaves always crumbled beneath each step. The loner -- she supposed she would be called that now -- had her claws unknowingly unsheathed, and they tore anywhere she placed them. She stumbled a bit in her step each time, she knew, or she supposed she had imagined it. None of it mattered. Ivy broke into a run.

And she stumbled. Given, she had managed to find herself a few yards from where she was before. The earth was moist and cold to the touch, pressed against her side, while soil and leaves latched onto her fur. Colors jumped out all around her; blues, pinks -- mainly pastels -- the owners soaking in the moonlight. Ivy lay, caressed in a field of flowers, her eyes half-closed in new found bliss. Silken petals formed her a bed, which she unknowingly ripped with her claws, and she rolled over, exposing her belly to the warriors of StarClan, and the moon above.

Was this what it was like to submit? She wouldn't know. The wind kissed her lightly, and she exhaled a long sigh. It was serene, she had to admit. Almost as sweet and fulfilling as victory.

Ivy knew what victory was. She had won nearly every battle thrown at her, killed and destroyed, wrecked complete havoc while leading her army of anti-clanners against clans far off and unknown even to her now. No matter the odds, she had won. No-- that wasn't completely true. She had won all but one battle: the battle within her own life. And she had submitted to it. Just now. And it all didn't matter anymore. Not at all.

But, she had left it all behind for another reason, she had to remind herself. The former anti-clan leader left it all to find her son. She wanted to search the whole world for him, for she knew he wasn't dead. Only lost, like she was. Copper. Ivy thought of his name often to herself. The moon had guided her this far, and she looked up to the sky. Silverpelt was so vast and magnificent, and bright, she silently noted. No wonder the clans worshiped it... She closed her eyes suddenly and here, surrounded by flowers and the remnants of dead warriors as witness, fell asleep.

It was a deep, calming sleep, to refresh herself for the next day's search for her son.

She approached the border on weary paws. A border -- yes. She had to tell herself that over and over again once she first got scent of a hundred intertwined scents; feline, canine, or other, it made no matter. It all suggested a clan.

Ivy found herself a tree to lean against, and let herself slide down onto the comfort of the forest floor. Perhaps -- and she had played with the thought already -- she had ought to join this clan, group, or whatever it may be. Shelter and safety would be offered, surely. And company. Though, company had to be the most important factor.

Oh, what luck it would be if Copper was here too. She wondered why her son had traveled so far from their home; what had been their home in another, distant world, that she had partly forgotten. Fate was an old friend of hers, and perhaps, this time, it would grant her a rare mercy, for everything she'd been through already because of it. But, then again, she highly doubted any of it would happen.

All Ivy had to hope for was that someone would find her, laying down on their border.

She looked up, swiftly rising to her paws as the two approached. Her eyes narrowed and a frown took over her lips without a thought. It was just a usual expression of hers, nothing more."Ivy." She gave out her name freely. It was so generic there was really no point in lying, and it wasn't like anyone here would recognize her.

"Firstly," she paused for a moment, just to think over what she wanted to say. But in the end, it as just: "What... clan is this?" It felt strange to utter the word 'clan' again. She wasn't even sure if that's what they called their groups in these lands, but she gave it a try.

"And what is your name?" she decided to press, then turned an eye on the female to show that she meant her as well."Apologies, if that was too bold of me to ask."

"Good. I prefer to know the names of cats I speak with," she said, not impolitely. She was so used to having a authoritative position from where she came from, and old habits die hard."I perhaps want to join, though," she continued."Does it require me to answer anymore questions to do that?"

Ivy blinked blankly at Livepaw, but nodded all the same. Strange, she honestly expected a trial of some sort. Not that she had any room to complain, though. She turned her eyes on Tamaki, nodding and answering with her own name; "It's nice to meet you- I'm Ivy... I'm sure I had a family name at one point, but it has long left me." The frown and narrowed eyes still remained; there was a mangled series of scars down her left eye, where someone had tried to gouge it out, and everything put together just made her seem grim.

Ivy gave a small smile to Livepaw in replacement of words, as she would immediately respond to the other's question. It didn't offend her the least bit to be asked; it was a common occurrence."The remnants of an old fight..." Of course, she left a lot out. The full story was simply unneeded.

"Thank you." Ivy produced a formal-like bow, gracing her lips once more with a brief smile."May I ask... are there more clans besides DarkClan? I'm new to... this region, I suppose."

"Perfect." Pro and anti-clans weren't a new thing for Ivy, but one thing was for certain; her son wouldn't be found here. However, she held a positive predisposition towards anti-clans, herself.

"Hello- would someone mind leading me to the camp?" And food and board remained, so that much was good too.

A fresh drop of rain splattered against her forehead that not even her encasement of flowers could have saved her from. She remained there, though, for a remarkably long time, counting the number of droplets she caught with her fur. One. . . two . . . three . . . It went on and on. And soon it was pouring.

Ivy rolled over with a groggy moan and forced herself from her dampening bed. She shot a timid glance to the moon, but there was nothing to see but low, black clouds.

Shadows ushered her into the part of the forest she had not yet traveled, offering stealth and close-knit trees to keep dry under. She slid particularly through a curtain of ferns, letting the fronds slap against her fur, and faintly rustle; but any noise was drowned out by the rain. The scents of prey and vegetation was fading as well, excellently masked as they were washed away into the earth. However, there was still something that stood out. The undeniable scent of cat.

Ivy followed the scent; of course, she was more curious if anything. Down a ridge, and up a short hill she went, slithering through the undergrowth the best she could until she came upon the ancient tree. Her ears lifted and she took a moment to listen to the branches, leaves and wind clash; a horrid orchestra which filled the air.

"Who goes there?" The loner called, circling around the side of the tree. She spotted a glimpse of fur snuggled in the hole between the roots, and approached without any particular cation. She thought for a moment that it was a copper spotted cat she saw, but she pushed the idea away. She would've known already by the scent if it had been her son.

Ivy was pacing the camp. A day had passed since she joined, and there really wasn't much time to get to know anyone. Not that she minded, however; any time alone to sit and think was a precious thing.

The tabby veered her steps to a secluded corner of camp to lay down. Their was a horrible ache in her right paw, where an old fight had left it mangled and scarred -- the same fight that had gifted her a bad eye and a partly shredded face. Over the course of a year, she had come to ignore it. The physical pain wasn't half so bad as what she was tormented with endlessly in her thoughts. She hoped in time she would come to ignore some of that too. Maybe.

She just couldn't help wanting all her old friends and family back, from the life she left behind. But she knew that would never happen. Ivy left because she had lost them all in the first place. Her only sliver of hope was to find her son, Copper, whom she had tracked endlessly for months, perhaps, on end, in vain attempts to find him and then hug him like she used to. She only somehow lost, or maybe even forgot about him, on the way though, and found herself in DarkClan instead. An anti-clan. But that -- that, was a completely other matter that she didn't have the ability to care about just now.

There's a few things to know first. Ivy started out in another game that included warrior clans. I RPed her for over a year, so she was too developed for me to just start her over, so I just had her travel to "new lands" searching for her son, Copper, who transferred to the site as well.

In the other game, she created/led a massive anti-clan organization that was destroyed mostly due to a series of leadership changes, and a whole bunch of other stuff. Her desire to kill clans is fueled by her belief to form a better world, which I wish to tweak a bit during her time in WCRPG. I also hope for her to regain a high status.

As far as personality goes, she is extremely clever, overly formal, and quiet by default. She's pretty depressed right now, as well, so there's that too.

Right now, she's open for virtually everything, except major injuries/capture/death.~

Major plot I have in mind;

Ivy's head turned in regard to the new-comers, and she gave each a single nod. She was inclined to stand up, but her paw complained otherwise at just at the mere thought of it. The pain was beginning to ebb down, but, she was sure it would linger for as long as it could.

"I'm. . . decent," she murmured, turning her gaze then upon Cato. Her expression remained rigid; her eyes narrowed, and a frown tracing along her lips. She didn't mind the company, but there was everything on her mind she was forced to cater to."Is everything well with you?"

She was at camp, breathless after her brief run. It was nice and cool that day, which offered the smoke tabby a good time to relax, and enjoy her surroundings.

She was getting used to life in DarkClan. It was normal, she supposed, and refreshing. Chaos was not as abundant as it was before in her old home. She actually got time to herself, to think and rest. Given, Ivy also found it sort of dreary. Especially with only her thoughts as company, there were moments that she wished the constant appointments and drama back upon her, just to have something to do. At least it kept her mind busy.

For now, however, she would use up her day sitting beneath an elm tree, listening to the wind and the intertwined voices of the clan. And think to herself.

Ivy was traveling aimlessly through the territory, traversing the sparse pine forest with ease. She listened thoughtfully to the wind, the birds, and the distant trickle of a far off stream. All equally significant to her.

She had decided the woodland would be the replacement for the ocean she had left behind. It was just as calm, and lightened her soul just the same. Only, she knew she would never find her friend here. That was impossible. And it wasn't even worth thinking over.

She took an abrupt turn and jumped up a nearby ridge. Looking over her shoulder, she would see the curtain of pine trees spanning out left and right, and even climbing the elevation in certain locations. There was nothing else, though, but the trees she noted. And she liked that most about the forest. Because it was empty and cluttered all at the same time.

Ivy took a spot on a short, flat rock and stood sentry from atop it. It was clear how attentive she was; her ears pricked and eyes shifting to and fro. And yet, at the same time, she couldn't help but enter her thoughts. Yet again. Thankfully, her mind had turned idle, however. So, that was great.

ooc; sorry, it was sort of rushed x-x

"I don't believe we have," she replied to Wonderpaw, keeping up with a certain soft-spoken quality to her voice. She dipped her head in acknowledgement to Enochiancub and Sebastian before continuing."I'm Ivy -- and that is good," she added for the wolf, removing her frown for only a moment.

Ivy turned her head at the voice, recognizing the tom who greeted her from when she was found on the border. She took the time to coil her tail a bit tightly around herself, before responding."Hello. I believe your name is. . . Livepaw?" She offered a thin smile, that remained for only a moment.