Ivoryclaw

[.::Sapphireheart::.]

Name: Ivoryclaw
Age: 16 moons
Gender: Female
Position: Warrior
Clan: DuskClan
Pictures: www.javajane.co.uk/animal/cats/cat_having_sleep.JPG

Appearance: Ivoryclaw has a midnight black pelt, with no other visible marks marring her gleaming pelt. The fur is short, sleek, and smooth, which underneath is visible her rippling muscles. The she-cat has a long, lanky build, which gives Ivoryclaw speed and duration. A long, winding tail gives the femme a completed look of strength and durability. Her face is narrow and sharp looking, and makes her already remarkable orbs even larger. Ivoryclaw’s expression is usually eager and friendly, which easily grants the femme many friends and allies.
Now on to the eyes. Icoryclaw’s eyes are undoubtedly her most interesting feature. Large, round, and azure, the warrior’s eyes are expressive and seem to penetrates ones fur. Despite this, they sparkle with mischief, and are warm when placed upon kits.


Personality: Ivoryclaw has a energetic streak, that never seems to come to an end. Friendly, loyal, and high-strung, she is an interesting cat to be around, and makes a fantastic friend. Ivoryclaw always sees things on the bright side, and never contradicts herself, though that doesn’t stop her from second-guessing others. Ivoryclaw is also ambitious, and would love nothing more than one day to be deputy, and possibly even leader, but she knows to wait, and if her dream never happens, she would be content to settle in the elder’s den for a nice, snug life.
Though Ivoryclaw rarely loses her temperature, a few cats can set her off. The thing the femme hates more than anything is a cat that betrays either their Clan, home, or family, or a cat that lies. Also, in battle, all her former friendliness is gone, and she becomes a formidable opponent. Ivoryclaw doesn’t even like to think so of herself, but the warrior is fond of fighting and the adrenaline rush that accompanies it.


History: Ivoryclaw’s history is interesting, tangled, and one not to be proud of. Both of the she-cats parents were purely Clan born, but ran away together soon after they earned their warrior names. Ivoryclaw’s parents soon found out that they had a enjoyable time on their own, and when they encountered Ivoryclaw’s aunt, they killed her purely to prove something to one another. Following this tragic event, they had Ivoryclaw’s older brother, Falconheart. Once again, Ivoryclaw’s parents killed, this time out of disappointment of their son, since his ambition was to rejoin the Clan’s. Two moons later, Ivoryclaw was born. Her father had recently died of green-cough, and the she-cats mother was growing weak from the effort of kitting without assistance. That night, Ivoryclaw’s mother died.
Days later, Ivoryclaw was found starved, frozen, and alone. The patrol that found the abandoned kit recognized the scent of the orphaned kits parents, and she was taken back to DuskClan. Ivoryclaw-than just called Ivorykit-was taken care of by her only living realitive, her fathers sister. She was apprenticed to a warrior named Smokefur. When her mentor died in a battle against one of the other Clans, Ivorypaw was than assigned to another warrior named Emberheart. Two moons later, Ivorypaw earned her warriors name, Ivoryclaw. To this day, she has never had an apprentice, and has been in approximatly three or four battles since joining DuskClan.


Other: Nothing really...

IC: Ivoryclaw sauntered through her territory, head and tail raised truimphently. Today was her first day of being a warrior! Bouncing excitidly like a kit from paw to paw, the femme streched her long limbs, muslces rippiling in pleasure from the warmth spilling through the treetops. Rising her compact head slightly, Ivoryclaw heard a twig snapping quietly behind her. Abbondaing her comfortable position, Ivoryclaw jumped to her paws, suddenly alert. Glancing around, she spotted a small oak tree, and quickly bounded up it, peering down onto the forest floor below. For the next few minutes, all was still, except for the grass that swayed gently in the soft breeze. Yawning, Ivoryclaw thought to herself, Stop worrying . Its nothing! With these comforting thoughts still swirling in her mind, the ebony she-cat lept down lightly from her bough, and without a backward glance, continued her hunting patrol, her only witness the elderly foilage, and the warm sun.

Codewords: Blade Feline

<<Sorry if the spellings bad, theres something wrong with the spell check... it keeps repeating words and putting question marks>>

[| Moonie |]

My only problem with this is that the history seems rather short, and you only described the first few days of her life - what about the rest of her kithood, her apprenticehood, first few moons of being a warrior? Add some more detail in that area and I'll accept this. X3;;

[.::Sapphireheart::.]

Ok, I'll do that in a minute.

Edit: Done

[| Moonie |]

Nice bio. ^^ Accepted.

[.::Sapphireheart::.]

Thanks!

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