Ravenstone
Personality:
Ravenstone is prone to being impatient and has little tolerance for kits or apprentices, feeling that they get underpaw. She's reserved by nature, but tries to conduct herself with respect towards senior warriors. No one can argue that she isn't brave and loyal, though. Ravenstone has mood swinging that can be sudden and unprdicable, but she tries to manage them for the sake of her clan. Appearance: Ravenstone is a pure black she-cat with amber eyes. She's small and lean, built for dashing across the moors. Bio: |
Info:
Gender: Female
Age: 32 Moons (2 Years 8 Months) Clan: WindClan Sexuality: Bisexual, Biromantic |
Relationships:
Parents: --
Siblings: Owlflight, Willowbreeze Mate: Former: Keeneyes (Deceased) Current: Autumnsong Kits: -- Friends: -- Enemies: -- Apprentice (Future): Greenkit |
She was born into WindClan, though it's whispered that her father may have been a ShadowClan cat. This, however, is simply the whispers of those who don't see eye-to-eye with her. She was apprenticed at six moons, became a warrior when her training was complete, and has been a warrior ever since. When she was an young warrior of fourteen moons, her first mate and former mentor was killed protecting her from a dog that was loose on the moor. She'll never forget his dying words to her.
"Ravenstone, never forget that your loyalty must always belong to WindClan. Never look at another and wish for what they had. You are a Clan cat and nothing is greater than that. Can you remember that?" Keeneyes asked. His chest rise and fell in heavy gasps. "Yes, I think so," Ravenstone whispered. She crouched beside Keeneyes, shaking, but unharmed. "Always look after the Clan, they must come first," he whispered, raising his bloody muzzle to look her in the eyes. "Always." "Why are you telling me this now?" Ravenstone wailed. "We can go back to camp and you can get better and then tell me!" "Oh, precious Ravenstone, be brave and you will be a fine warrior," Keeneyes murmured. Good head fell back down and his eyes dulled. "Be brave," he whispered, sighing his last breath. His body stilled as StarClan took him home. "Keeneyes! Keeneyes!" Ravenstone wailed at the top of her voice. She pressed against his rapidly cooling body. The blood from his deep wounds soaking into her black fur. She stayed there until a patrol found the carnage of the attack that killed Keeneyes. The moors were no longer safe. And Ravenstone never saw them as so again. Be brave, be loyal, and you will be a fine warrior. |