Posts by Rob401a

Quote

Name: Ravenkit -- Ravenpaw -- Raventalon
Nickname: Raven
Gender: Male
Litter: Palepaw x npc
Age: 8 moons
Appearance: Ravenkit is a black and short-haired tom with a skinny tail, lithe build, and a distinguishing white diamond-shaped patch of fur present on his chest.
Personality: Waiting five moons to become an apprentice was quite hard on Ravenkit. As such, he's a bit impulsive in his decisions and quite impatient when it comes to waiting around. Headstrong and curious, he's quite prone to getting into trouble by sneaking out of camp and getting into other mischief. Yet he never means bad in his escapes and he always seems to return safely as to not keep his littermates and friends worrying.

Display More

I'll go with that, then.

Edit: Just realized that I had to be eight moons for that. Changed it up accordingly.

Thank you!

Placeholder.

At the edge of the water, Ravenpaw waited. The black tom's tail twitched nervously as he glanced once, then twice up at the sun. It was sunhigh by now; surely his new mentor should have met him by now? A sickly kit at birth, the cat had spent most of his moons in the medicine den fighting off one illness or the other. But Starclan had been good to him and he had shaken off his weakness to take his place in the apprentice's den.

Where is she? At every rustling leaf and other such noise, the black tom would glance over his shoulder to see if a cat was approaching him. What was his mentor's name again? He narrowed his golden eyes as he struggled to remember. He could feel his heart skip a beat as he drew a blank.

No! he wanted to wail, How could I forget my own mentor's name?

Although he had not met the she-cat, Ravenpaw had heard her name several times from the other warriors of Riverclan. He unsheathed his claws in the marshy ground underpaw and flattened his ears in embarrassment. Now how was he supposed to greet his mentor when she showed up?

The new apprentice didn't have time to dwell any further on the predicament. The rustling of fronds behind him alerted the tom of a cat's arrival. He immediately drew the air over his scent glands as he tried to place a name to the scent. When he turned on all four paws, he skipped forward a couple of steps to meet his new mentor.

"Hi!" He mewed, trying to keep his tail still as to not betray his nervousness and excitement. "I'm Ravenki-" He clamped his jaws shut and shook his head, berating himself inwardly for forgetting that he was an apprentice now. "-paw. Ravenpaw." The black tom tipped his head to the side and craned his neck back to take in the she-cat's larger size. "Y-you're supposed to be my new mentor, right?"

Ravenpaw looked around at the Riverclan camp and let out a small purr of satisfaction. Recently, he had turned eight moons old, making him late to his apprentice's ceremony. He had been quite the sickly kit; the black tom had spent most of his days either in his nest or sneaking out into the territory. He almost always got caught - the punishment had usually been quite the severe and stern scolding by either his parents or a senior warrior.

But he had bested the odds. With Starclan's blessing, the lithe cat had survived. Only now...

With beautiful golden eyes, the little black tom looked around at the cats milling about, suddenly feeling lost. What now? In a lost-induced daze, he swiftly bent down and swiped a remarkably pink tongue over the single patch of white fur on his chest. Most of these cats, he had seen before, though he did not no their names. Earlier today, there had been a bit of clamor about a new cat to Riverclan. Ravenpaw narrowed his eyes, his gaze flickering purposefully over the various cats around camp until he pinpointed the newest member.

It was a powerful-looking grey and brown tom. Ravenpaw perked his ears, kneading the ground with his claws in sudden curiosity. That was him! That was the newcomer! But what was his name again?

Stoneclaw... The realization struck Ravenpaw's mind. He got up to all four paws, raising a single limb as he prepared to step forward and greet the new warrior. But a sudden feeling of uncertainty pulled at the young tom's pelt. This cat was larger than him. Would he be friendly? Shaking the doubt from his head, the young apprentice padded forward, dipping his head at Stoneclaw.

"Hello!" Ravenpaw mewed eagerly, finding it easy to mask his earlier uneasiness with the excitement of meeting this new cat. "I'm Ravenpaw! Shadestar gave you a great warrior name, Stoneclaw! How do you like it here, so far?"

OOC: Hope you don't mind me joining. :3

Name: Ravenpaw
Age: 8 Moons
Gender: Male
Appearance: Black fur and golden eyes. He has a single white diamond shape tuft of fur on his chest.

Grunting as he entered the Riverclan camp, Ravenpaw carried a wad of moss beneath his chin. It had been an awkward journey to bring the moss back to camp, but the young tom felt a twinge of pride as he neared the nursery. It had been at least a day since anybody had changed the queens' bedding; it was about time somebody got around to doing it.

As he neared, the black tom could smell the warm milky scents wafting through the warm air. The mewling of kits and the soft murmuring of their mothers seemed to make the nursery hum.

At the entrance, Ravenpaw dropped his burden and once again checked the moss for thistles, thorns, and moisture. His check revealed nothing, and the tom nodded in satisfaction. He raised his own voice in a call to alert the queens' of his arrival before picking up the wad of moss and pushing his way into the nursery. It took a moment for the cat's golden eyes to adjust to the gloom, but he noticed Blueberry lying down and her kits nearby, tussling over whatever game they had thought of.

"Hello, Blueberry," Ravenpaw respectfully addressed the queen as he placed the massive wad of moss down. "I just brought a ton of moss in. Would you like some for your nest?"

Ravenpaw's attention shifted as one of the tiny kits broke away and tumbled towards him, bouncing on her paws as if she could not contain her energy and excitement.

"Hello," the black tom purred, reaching down to touch his nose to the kit's His golden eyes glimmered with amusement at the she-cat's enthusiasm. "What's your name? I don't believe we've been introduced." The black tom paused only for a moment before introducing himself. "I'm Ravenpaw," he told the kit. "I'm an apprentice here."

"Hi, Bitkit!" Ravenpaw blinked fondly at the little bundle of fur grinned. "I hope you don't show me why you got that name," he laughed as he protectively placed his tail behind him so it would hopefully be out of reach from the playful kits.

"W-what?" Ravenpaw was more than surprised at the fight ensuring before his golden eyes. Why would a kit attack another kit so savagely? It was almost as if... The black tom shook his head and lifted a paw as he prepared to step forward and break the fight up. But before the apprentice could even take the first pawstep, a flash of fur announced the arrival of Hawkkit's mother. The queen was furious, and rightfully so; Ravenpaw felt the anger rolling off of her in waves and could hear it on her tongue as she scolded the tiny scrap of fur.

She barked at the lone apprentice to check on the other kit. Ravenpaw dipped his head and turned to look at Patchkit. There were a few flecks of blood on black and white tom's pelt, but under closer inspection, the wounds were small. After all, even though kits had claws, they were like the tiniest of thorns.

"I think you'll be okay," he told the tom, sniffing along his flank one last time to double check and nudging him up to his paws. "You won't have to see the medicine cat, at least."

Satisfied that Patchkit could manage without him, Ravenpaw turned back to Blueberry and pushed the wad of moss forward once more with a black paw. "Your nest?" he prompted, "Would you like me to change it out for you?"

I'm a fan of Umbreon!

Jolteon is awesome! He evolves with a thunderstone. He has a high special attack and high speed but a poor defense, making him a bit of a glass cannon.

http://th04.deviantart.net/fs7…em_by_fang401-d5rem1k.png

Could you do Electro and Spider-man from The Amazing Spider-man 2?

That looks great! Thank you so much!

Ravenpaw frowned slightly. Blueberry seemed too distracted with her kits to pay him any notice. Of course, that was understandable, considering what had just happened. Still, the black tom couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. He looked down at the bundle of moss that he had collected. He would leave that, at least; if the queen wanted it for her nest, she would take it. If she didn't, some other cat would likely take it to the medicine den for storage.

Politely, he dipped his head to the mother and her active kits. With that silent farewell, the apprentice turned away and made his way out of the nursery.

Ducking through the entrance to the nursery, Ravenpaw narrowed his gold eyes at the sudden blast of sunlight that hit his face. He stood there momentarily, blinking to adjust to the brightness before padding off towards the freshkill pile. There, a small fish lay there; it would be a good meal to fill his empty belly.

The tom only took a few steps before a patter of pawsteps alerted him that someone had followed him from the nursery. He turned with a flick of his tail, flinching as he nearly ran straight into Stormkit.

"Sheesh," the apprentice sighed. "You startled me, Stormkit!" He flicked his long tail to show that he wasn't upset, then blinked down at the smaller she-cat. "What's up?"

Ravenpaw flicked his tail happily as Stoneclaw greeted the apprentice warmly. The black tom could see himself getting along with this warrior. "I want to be called Ravenclaw for my warrior name," he admitted, sinking his claws into the ground. A chuckle escaped his mouth. "But I don't even have a mentor yet and I doubt that I'd be allowed to choose my own na-"

The black tom cut himself short as a new cat approached. This one held a familiar scent, yet Ravenpaw could not remember her name. Still, his gold eyes were drawn to her pelt. She let out a faint greeting as she addressed both Stoneclaw and he, then introduced herself.

"Hello, Spiritarc," Ravenpaw decided tactfully to not mention that he had forgotten the she-cat's name. "How have you been doing lately? I know Shadestar has been trying to get the cats around here to get re-familiarized with the water."

The plaintive cry from Stormkit met Ravenpaw's ears. To this tiny and innocent kit, nothing else in the world existed except the warmth of her mother's milk, the coziness of the nest she slept in, and the fun in play when the sun shone bright.

I missed all that, Ravenpaw thought silently. He had spent most of his kithood in the medicine den, being tended over like a helpless piece of prey. His stomach growled, reminding the tom of his hunger. He glanced longingly at the fresh-kill pile, watching in dismay as a calico she-cat padded over and snatched the one remaining fish from the now empty pile.

Some cat needs to hunt, he mused to himself, taking a quick glance at the sun to judge what time it was. Stormkit's kin came forward to join the young she-cat; they all seemed to look at the black apprentice expectantly. But I suppose hunting can wait for a few minutes, at least, the tom decided.

The butterfly that the kits had been intent on seemed far out of reach now; the yellow insect flew above Ravenpaw's head in circles, further than he could have leaped, at least! Still, there was something... With a flick of his paw, Ravenpaw snagged up a clump of moss that had broken away from his burden from earlier. The apprentice had not noticed it falling out of his jaws before, but here it was - the perfect toy for kits.

"I can only stick around for a bit," Ravenpaw told the kittens, twitching his whiskers as the ball of moss dangled precariously from a single claw. "But I guess I could play around with you lot for a bit, at least. And..." He swiped his tongue around his jaws appreciatively. "...it'll hone your skills as hunters when you're apprentices." With that purr, the black tom flicked the plaything into the air, watching carefully to see which kit would emerge victorious in grasping the mossy ball.

OOC: I really like that warrior name, actually! I hope you don't mind if I use it!

IC: "Spiritarc..." For a moment, shock seemed to root the young tom's paws to the ground. He had heard about the flood. He knew how many cats the water had swallowed up. And because of this terrible accident, many cats of Riverclan were now deathly afraid of the water. And rightfully so... Ravenpaw thought, narrowing his eyes.

His movements were hesitant; the cat wasn't sure how the older cat would react to his gesture. Still, the tom dared to drape his tail over the she-cat's shoulders as he let out a faint murmur.

"I'm so sorry..." he mewed softly, his own voice hallow with grief as he empathized with Spiritarc's loss. But the she-cat seemed to shake her feelings off and fixed Ravenpaw with a brilliant blue gaze.

"Ravenflight?" the tom echoed, musing over the name for a moment or two. Strangely, the cat could feel a warm feeling welling in his chest at the name. Somehow it sounded... right. "I like the sound of that name, actually!" Despite his enthusiasm for a future time where the clan would see him as a warrior, Ravenpaw couldn't help but glance down at his paws.

"Unfortunately, I don't have a mentor, yet," he admitted with a flick of his ear.

Tigerstar. The very name brought a chill to Ravenpaw's spine. Once a warrior to Thunderclan, his history lay in blood - second to only that of Scourge, the small wiry cat who led Bloodclan. The black tom had heard story after story about the powerful warrior. For a moment, he stalled, congratulating Stormkit warmly on the she-cat's catch before snagging the ball of moss up and tossing it up even higher than he had before.

With that out of the way, the apprentice turned back to Hawkkit. "Tigerstar was a very strong warrior," he finally mewed, being careful with his words. "I would like to be strong like that one day, yes. But in the end, he cared too much about himself and not for his clanmates." Ravenpaw met the young tom's gaze evenly. "And as warriors, our clanmates' lives should mean more to us than our own life. That's what I believe."