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yeets ivy

— ivykit, ivypaw, ivythroat // ives, ivy

— female && she+her // questioning

— 11 moons // real time // born june 25

— shadowclan && apprentice && mentored by sorrelstar

— faceclaim && mackenzie foy // voiceclaim && barrett wilbert weed (except younger)

[ domestic cat ] brown tabby with white splotches and blue eyes | health 100%

despite the fact that most of her physique is average when compared to other shadowclanners, ivykit's one distinction is her height. though at birth she seemed perfectly normal-sized, she quickly outgrew her siblings in every way but weight. now she's tall and thin, lanky and flexible, hence the name: ivy. a pair of glinting blue eyes sits above her nose, which is bordered by creamy white fur that courses down to her neck and stomach.

— easy physically && moderate mentally // will engage in combat && will show mercy // won't antagonize others && will retaliate if antagonized

deadpan snarker; hypocritical heartwarming; jerk with a heart of gold; brilliant, but lazy

ivykit would most accurately be described as passionate. she knows what she wants and has strong feelings about everything and everyone. her opinions constitute her identity and, much to the dismay of her family and friends, she's always been the outspoken type, even when it comes with the risk that she'll get into trouble. she's moody— although her ideologies are set in stone, her attitudes shift rapidly throughout the day and render her reactions unpredictable. she's always been openly against changing her mind or going back on her word, for fear that she might seem untrustworthy, and this stubborn nature has earned her more than a few scoldings from her clanmates. when put under pressure or in the spotlight, she is prone to making impulsive decisions, regardless of their potential consequences, in the subconscious hope that she might be deemed impressive by anyone that isn't herself.

— owlflight x briarthorn // generation 3

— single // not looking && not interested

— no close friends && trusts family // no enemies && does not trust other clans

— brothers // coalpaw, rabbitpaw, quickpaw, swanpaw

— no children

— no apprentices

— misc

— misc

— misc

it took only moments for the dense, warm air to shake ivy from her slumber. this wasn't like anything she'd felt before– no, it felt wrong to be exposed like this, ripped from the sensation of her brothers pressed against her, and as her face contorted she released a cry of discomfort. she heard talking, an affront on her ears compared to the distant thrumming and, otherwise, silence of her sanctuary. as though her ancestors themselves were sending a warning to her clanmates, her metaphorical brows furrowed and she clawed her way forward, latching onto one of briarthorn's teats and finally settling once a pair of her siblings worked themselves up to be next to her.

before anyone has the chance to ask, yes, ivy does know that kits aren't allowed outside of camp, and no, she doesn't care, because surely sitting near a warrior and only being one tree length away warrants an exception. she has no intention to walk away, nor does she have any intention to step in— instead, she waits, basking in the sun and observing like a century old gargoyle perched atop a ruined cathedral. she hasn't yet been able to determine why tansy is digging such a big hole, but despite the apparent disinterest in almost everything around her, the kitten does seem pretty invested in figuring it out. her eyes dart curiously back and forth between her clanmate's paws and the dirt as it flies into the air, brows furrowed in concentration, and even though it's been hours since she took her seat, no worthwhile ideas have presented themselves to her. "hey, tansyface, why're you doing that? are you gonna bury something pretty there?"

ivykit didn't know or care to know anything about her father. his name arose in conversation once or twice, and when it did, she would simply march herself away and do something else. she figured that, perhaps, if she avoided him enough, she could pretend he didn't exist, pretend he wasn't dead. hornetsting was enough of a caretaker to her and her siblings– none of them needed some lousy starclanner to watch over them, and she felt no remorse for saying so. why should she? because she hurt someone's feelings? sure, she wouldn't say it to briarthorn, but that was more of an inclination not to make her mother cry than it was to show that she was sorry. they were good enough without him.

her mind was racing– she wanted to run and run and run, fight a badger or a fox just to prove that she could make it on her own. she was strong even without a dad to teach her how to fight, or whatever. "you're not big enough to leave the camp yet, okay?" she didn't care! she didn't deserve that stupid reprimanding just for wandering around outside, didn't deserve that contemptuous stare the warrior gave her as he walked off. "you're not big enough to leave the camp yet..." her voice lilted sarcastically, nothing more than a quiet mutter as she chewed bitterly on a bundle of pine needles. she hated it here. her teeth gritted in her mouth and she blinked once or twice, and before she could even register what was happening, she'd fallen asleep, the sharp leaves still hanging from her mouth.

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the sun was low in the sky when ivy finally awoke. her clanmates milled around the freshkill pile, probably preparing for dinner, chatting with one another cheerfully and sharing tongues. for some reason, though, the smell of prey made her stomach churn, and her brows furrowed in confusion. maybe she was so hungry that her body was rejecting the idea of eating? she'd heard before that that could happen, but she wasn't about to let some stupid stomachache stop her. the molly rose to her paws and snagged a very small frog, nibbling gingerly on it before her whole body tensed and, unsurprisingly, she threw up on the ground. ugh... "gross." a rumbling resounded from her belly, loud and humiliating– was this some sort of sick punishment for being disrespectful? rage boiled in her chest. she wanted to curse, to scream and shout and right her ancestors, but instead, her eyes filled with tears that coursed down her cheeks, displaying her misery for all to see. she'd never felt so humiliated in her life, but with nowhere to go, she sprinted to the medicine den, plopping down in its center and biting her tongue.

//wow this isn't as good as i wanted it to be but she is. not happy right about now

Ivykit's nose was crinkled as she approached the pair, distaste growing evident since the moment their conversation was within earshot. She wasn't sure exactly what was wrong there, only that the tension between Heatherlight and Delphi could have been cut with a quick swipe of the claws. Was it just a thing adults did, skirting around hostilities instead of, y'know, dealing with them? At first she almost wanted to mock them, give a sickly-sweet compliment or something just so they could see what they sounded like, but instead, she took an uneasy seat and offered a dull greeting. "Hey guys." On second thought, though, maybe she could pepper in a hint of what she'd formerly intended. "Wat'cha arguing about?"

//mobile bound but both of you write beautifully!

//please wait for SIRONA. to reply before putting in an ic response!

being a kit felt like having a ball and chain tethered to every paw. hours turned to days, days turned to weeks, a merciless cycle that left every waking moment feeling more insignificant than the last. images of elders and bramble walls, of her siblings and each insignificant den, were burned into ivy's memory, ever-present from moons staring at the same. damn. things. and what did she get for it? nothing. no rewards for being good and following the rules, only scoldings when she threw fits about something or another. the warrior code was— inevitably— looking less and less appealing by the day. thankfully, she wasn't totally alone, since at least one of her siblings shared the same lamentations: rabbitkit.

their plan hatched quickly, developing over hushed whispers behind the nursery. they needed twigs, an abundant resource in shadowclan's territory, to make their camp. leaves and cobwebs would be used to line makeshift nests for them to sleep in. despite these labor-heavy endeavors, though, they had to be subtle— if even one person found out too early, then their efforts would all prove to have been for naught.

when things finally began to take shape, the process of construction became quicker by leaps and bounds, makeshift structures being thrown together with renewed vigor. a wall of sticks, wedged deep into the mud and standing no higher than six inches at their tallest points, formed a circle capable of holding– at most– three adults. two kitten-sized beds sat in shallow holes dug by inexperienced paws. the whole thing, a masterpiece by all accounts, was situated outside of shadowclan's main camp, off to the size and buried deep enough in the trees that it was only slightly recognizable as unnatural. project shadowclan 2 was a go.

"my first decree as ivystar is that prey-stealing is not against the rules anymore." hopefully rabbitk– no, rabbitstar– was listening to her. they had to start off their prey pile somehow, and until they figured out how to hunt, shadowclan 1 was going to have to supplement them. starclan couldn't tell them what was wrong and what was right anymore, and only her new duties as a leader kept her from ditching to frolic in the far reaches of the forest. "hey, rabbit, what're we gonna call our clan anyways?" they hadn't thought that far ahead when laying out their scheme, but any worthwhile group had to have a name befitting of their status, right?

Though the youngster's loyalties were, of course, to her leader, seeing the sun illuminating Briarthorn upon the meeting stone made her heart swell with pride. She belonged there. Ivykit could think of no more fitting person to hold the title of deputy, and the thought put a wide smile on her face as she bounded over to Rabbitkit and took her seat next to him.

Ivypaw. Ivypaw. Ivypaw.

She liked it. It rolled off the tongue so much better than Ivykit, and the change in suffixes really made her feel like all grown up. So grown up, in fact, that her first duty as an apprentice was to dish out weekly tasks— sure, it seemed mundane, but she'd never been so elated for anything in her life. An uncharacteristically cheery grin sat comfortably upon her maw as she took her place beneath the meeting rock and called out to anyone who happened to be listening: "Got loads of things for you guys to do today, so step on up and I'll dish 'em out!"

It honestly felt pretty weird, not being among the crowd this time. There were more people here than she'd expected to come, but hey— the more the merrier, right? She waited a moment, pondering, her bottom lip held in place by a set of sharp teeth as her eyes darted between each of her clanmates. Okay, here goes nothing.

"Pigeonpaw, I want you to find some kind of twoleg thingy and make up a cool story about where it came from and what it's for to tell the kits. pigeonpaw.  

"Fallowkit, I want you to make the elder's den more comfortable for them, as a gift. Use whatever you think you need to decorate and change things around. KODIAKMASK  

"Rosepaw, I want you to teach the kits some important self defense skills, so that if anything bad happens they'll have a way to stay safe. Rosethorn.  

"Sorrelstar, can you host a game that's a mix of something fun and a mix of some kind of training? Maybe tag for agility? Anything works. SORRELSTAR  

"Valerianpaw, host a re-enactment of an event that you think is pretty cool! A battle, or a gathering, or whatever. You can get some other cats to help you out, too. .valerianfire.  

"Honeypaw, make a gift basket for one of our allies that is based on a greenleaf-y theme. better than sex cake  

"Ratshadow, if it's not too much to ask, please make a memorial for our missing and fallen clanmates somewhere either in camp or somewhere on the territory. Some sort of cairn or abandoned badger den, maybe. Ratshadow  

"And you, Havockit, since you seem to like sleeping so much, why don't you make the nursery more comfortable like Fallowkit is doing for the elders. You'll take better naps that way." NATTY

Had Sorrelstar always been a morning person? Probably... in fact, she couldn't actually remember a time where they had trained together that hadn't been at the crack of dawn. Not necessarily a bad thing, since her sleep schedule had improved drastically since she'd started sleeping and waking earlier—hell, she wasn't even tired now, despite the fact that her eyelids were heavy and fluttering every couple of minutes. Taking her seat next to Hornetsting, the molly yawned lazily and forced herself to focus on her mentor rather than letting her imagination drift. //track

"Funny," Ivypaw offered, a mirthless smile lining her maw and one brow quirked in thinly-veiled intrigue. "but you shouldn't be here." Not that she could make him leave, of course, since he wasn't technically trespassing so long as he stayed on his side of the border. "Who are you? What do you want from us?"

No amount of vivid descriptors from her older clanmates could have possibly prepared Ivy for that morning's chill. Her nose was numb, her muscles stiff. Already she was displeased with, if not outright worried by, the idea of what the rest of the season would hold. With a groan and a stretch, she approached the entrance to the apprentice den, squinting against the sunlight bouncing off of the new-fallen snow. Her first step outside resulted in a satisfying crunch–almost enough to alleviate her concern, but not quite. With a quirked eyebrow, she glanced between the two adults she knew most, attempting to ignore the little clouds that swirled around every time she took a breath. "Sorrelstar? Hornetsting? Is there always... y'know, this much?"