Ivy's Cats

[Ivy]

THUNDERCLAN

None, yet.

WINDCLAN

Silverkit .:. Female .:. 4 moons
Mate .:. Not Allowed
Mentor .:. In time..
Color .:. 9999BB .:. Gray/Lavender

Slatepaw .:. Female .:. 9 moons
Mate/Crush .:. Closed... (Firepool cough)
Mentor .:. Firepool
Color .:. 6600BB .:. Purple

SHADOWCLAN

None, yet.

RIVERCLAN

Rainfang .:. Female .:. 20 moons
Mate/Crush .:. Open
Apprentice .:. Eaglepaw
Color .:. Undecided .:. - - -

Warriors: 0
Apprentices: 0
Kits: 1
Unborn: 1
Elders: 0
High Ranks: 0

Total Accepted Cats: 2
Total Cats: 2[/size]

[Ivy]

Name: Owlthorn
Gender: Female
Age: 16 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: Open
Love Interest: Open
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Description:

Slender . Firm . Long . Pretty . Amber Eyed . Built for Battle

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Devoted . Talkative . Critical . Focused . Flirtatious . Hot headed . Manipulative

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[Ivy]

[[ Couldn't resist. ;o; She'll just have to wait patiently. ]]

sername: Ivy
Character Number: Six. ( This character will not be put on LR for a long while )

.: Name: Torisiana
.: Goes by: Tora
.: Pronunciation: TORE - uh
.: Age: 19
.: Gender: Female
.: Birthday: Late Winter
.: Sexuality: Heteroflexible
.: Rank: Dual Candidate
.: Status: Perpetual Sniffles

Appearance :.

. Thin in the extreme . Tall . Gaunt . Long brunette hair . Light Blue Eyes . 'Worried' look on her face .

Personality :.

. Dedicated . Reserved . Intelligent . Strong willed . Sarcastic . Socially Awkward .

History:

Location: Libertas Weyr

[Ivy]

name: Gypsy girl
age: Ten years
gender: Female

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[Ivy]

Username: Ivy
Character Number: Sixth

Name:
Pronunciation:
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Sexuality: Homosexual
Birth Season: Summer
Rank: Wher Candidate
Status: Healthy

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Location: Libertas Weyr

Copper

[Ivy]

Username: Ivy
Character Number: Sixth (Fifth Created)

Name: Aria
Pronunciation: ahr - rhee - uh
Gender: Male
Age: 7 turns
Sexuality: Undefined (Default: Heterosexual)
Birth Season: Summer
Rank: Child
Status: Healthy

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[/i] child; he was robust and noisy, crying and gurgling much more often than his older siblings ever did. For once they had something to look forward to, they knew that this boy was going to bring them luck, and he swiftly became their favorite. Despite their pride in Aria, their family’s financial wellbeing took another steep drop.

There was often nights that no one other than little Aria ate. He of course had no knowledge of his parent’s favoritism, and stayed healthy while his family’s health dwindled further. Their lifestyle grew more and more unbearable, until Charon and Saskia were desperate to find a solution to their family’s turmoil. It didn’t take long for an unexpected and perhaps unwelcome solution to find them. It was a fine day when a lone caravan passed through their miniscule cothold, unable to make much money in the tiny, poor collection of families. It was spacious and filled with fine silks and luxuries the members of their community had never seen before, but what they didn’t expect to see aboard the traveling sellers was a band of children, all of whom seemed healthy and strong. It was then that Charon came up with the idea.

Saskia was adamant about her refusal to sell her children. She did not want to bend under all of her husband’s unyielding reasoning and pleading, but she was not a very strong-minded woman from the beginning. With a bit of persistence and some less than concrete persuasion, Charon had his wife willing to sell their two eldest children. Little Aria was kept safe at home while his father lead Sascha and Charis outside to play, silently allowing them to run off and play with the caravan brats. That was the last time Aria ever saw his older brother and sister. Of course, he was just a bit too young to put two and two together and never questioned his parent’s actions. For all he knew, Charis and Sascha could have run away; he couldn’t have believed they were sold even if he thought it possible.

In his mind, his family could never do that sort of thing.

From then on, their family had a lot more money to deal with. Aria, now the family’s only present child, ate just as much as he always had. His parents could now afford to eat, and decided to do anything possible to prevent Saskia from bearing any more children. They went on like this for a while, eating well and living well. It wasn’t until Charon was assigned to one of his odd jobs that their seemingly fine life took one final turn for the worst. It was no disgusting, odd, or new thing when Aria’s father was called in to dispose of a neighbor’s dead pet, and he completed the task easily for a few marks. It wasn’t until Charon fell deathly ill that the family of three realized its breadmaker was not going to stick around much longer. Aria was five turns old when his father died.

After giving her husband a shallow, makeshift burial, she took her son and went to find work. No one would hire the woman or her young son, convinced their dead patriach’s disease lived on their clothes and would infect any who came into contact with the struggling pair. The family survived on what their meager savings and Aria’s hunting skills (he occasionally bagged them a hare, but it was usually lizards and other nasty animals that he brought home) could provide. Saskia missed her husband and her two other children; every night she hoped they had made it to a hold or a weyr in the distance, making something of themselves. She had nearly stopped eating all together, determined to keep her last family member healthy when a painful but miraculous reminder of her past decisions rolled through their tiny cot hold. Another caravan finally passed through.
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Location: Libertas Weyr

[Ivy]

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Name: Tansyfang
Age: 18 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: None
Love Interest: Open

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[Ivy]

Name: Rainfang
Age: 20 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: See Other
Love Interest: None [Open]

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Loud, interesting, and flashy in nearly every moment, Rainfang could easily be called the life of the party. She's always got something to say, a statement to challenge, or a tom to flirt with. While her little jokes and spit-fire attitude are harmless, she's notorious for leading members of the opposite sex on before dumping them. The truth is, nothing could replace her late mate, and she only draws the boys in to give herself something to do. Of course some flings last longer than others, but she never invests herself; she can't take the chance of loving anyone else, because that would mean losing them. But despite her issues with growing too close to any cat, Rainfang finds herself getting lost in conversation with her fellow warriors often, losing track of time in her enthralling discussion. She was indeed the bane of her mentor's existence, with her being so full of piss and vinegar.

Despite her active social life, we see more hints of her reservations when it comes to how plain secretive the she-cat is. She avoids telling anyone too personal, despite how close to them she is. She truly is alone in her emotions and her life, having only acquaintances, short-lived relationships, and casual friendships. They go nowhere because of how truly wary she is, unwilling to let anyone get too close to her after they meet her sassy face. Inside Rainfang is deeper, quieter and sensitive. She'd never tell anyone that, of course. She's expected to put on a brave face and let everything roll off of her shoulders, pretending she doesn't care; she does. But it's fine, because most every cat she's met has enjoyed her fiesty personality as long as they've stuck around, so there's no reason for her to go mucking up her reputation as a fun cat with her stupid problems. No one would want to hear her problems anyway, right?[/ul]History:

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[Ivy]

Name: Huckleberry (Or Huckle)
Age: 3 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Loner (Kit)
Love Interest: None [Open]

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Genie :: Mother :: NPC
Dandelion :: Brother :: NPC

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[Ivy]

Name: Sexyfine
Age: 31 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Love Interest: Plotting~

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Yarrowbutt :: Mother :: NPC
Tigerfart :: Brother :: NPC

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[Ivy]

Username: Ivy

Character Number: 2

--Rider/Handler--

Name: Th'sorn (formerly Theodesorn)
Pronunciation: thuh - SORN
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Sexuality: Bisexual; with a homosexual preference
Birth Season: Late Summer
Rank: Brownrider
Status: Fit as a fiddle

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Personality:

Easy-going . Friendly . Charismatic . Impish . Flirtatious . Perfectionist

History:

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Seodos had already moved to the candidate barracks, but young Theodesorn was still too young, and was forced to move to the crèche area. His little heart tender and bleeding as he mourned the loss of his sweet mother, he found that making jokes and hearing those around him laugh and seeing them smile made his own sorrow lighten, if only for a moment. These were the beginnings of his life as a comic, a person who shoves their own feelings down and encourages others to spill their deepest secrets, not even aware of their own hypocrisy. He began ignoring his need to mourn, or his need to reach out someone or form a strong relationship. His mother was dead and his brother didn’t want him anymore. So in his nine turn old reasoning, he decided to stop feeling anything at all.

Theodesorn spent some time as a candidate, cruising his way through as quite the slacker. He had no aspirations or goals in his mind at that point in his life, and he scarcely did chores or anything other than run around irritating those with authority over him. He slowly became more serious about becoming a successful rider the older her got, and by the time he reached fourteen turns and spent his first night with a girl he fancied, he decided that the dragon lifestyle was most definitely for him. Not much longer than a turn later, Theodesorn’s last hatching began. He sloppily pulled his white robes over his head and ran from his quarters, making a mad dash to the sands. The hatching went on and on, and when there were only two eggs left, he had very nearly given up. That was the moment a strange, reverberating voice entered his mind.

Th'sornMine, do not lose hope in your Taosihth. I will never leave you alone.

It was at that point that Th’sorn lost his birth name and became a rider in the making, adapting to his new life as a weyrling with only some difficulties (controlling himself around romantic interests being his number one challenge). He loved Taosihth more than anything he’d ever known before, care for him meticulously and building a strong relationship that will last the pair until they die. After Th’sorn graduation from his time as a weyrling and became a full-fledged Brownrider, he reveled in joining flights and chasing after beautiful people. He spent quite a lot of nights away from his own weyr, to say the least. It’s now that Th’sorn continues enjoying his life as a rider, saving the difficult stuff for when he’s got gray at his temples.[/ul]

Location: Libertas Weyr

--Dragon/Wher--

Name: Taosihth

Color: Brown

Color Code: E6CD7B, 836220, & B48B39

Age: 4 turns

Appearance:

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Long Tail . 34 feet long . Long Limbs . Thick/Muscular Wings . Spindly head knobs[/center]

Personality:

Finicky, Enigmatic, Germophobic, Tentative, Meticulous

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Status: fighting fit

Hatching Scene:

[/b] was rocking violently, one the last two remaining eggs in the clutch. It’s sister egg scarcely moving, it seemed as though it was going to be the last egg to hatch this particular evening. After a few more moments of the egg jerking viciously back and forth, it rolled off of it’s little mound and smashed into the other remaining egg, shattering them both. From within the smaller, dormant egg rose a small, pale hatchling whose many green veins could be seen easily through her skin. She wasn’t ready to emerge from her egg, and her eyes whirled a soft gray-blue color before she slumped back into the sharp shards. Droplets of pale ichor dribbled over her flesh before an audible sigh of sorrow echoed through the stands, and the small, undeveloped green blinked Between.

But in the crowds despair at the loss of one of the two last hatchlings, the majority of the candidates and other bystanders failed to notice a brightly colored brown raise himself up from the remnants of their eggs. His eyes first shone a deep, sorrowful gray, then a blistering red, he bowed his head and closed his eyes, pressing his muzzle to one of the shards of his sister’s shell. It was obvious when he spread his wings suddenly that the hatchling was on the verge of taking his own life and betweening only minutes after his sister, when his head twitched to the side and his eyes opened. Slowly he rose from his kneeling position and walked directly through the crowds of candidates, careful not to touch any of them. He cringed when anyone of them made a motion that might bring their flesh together.

He finally stopped behind a boy who was on his way out.

Th'sornMine, do not lose hope in your Taosihth. I will never leave you alone

And despite his apparent reluctance to touch any of the candidates, he pressed his forehead into the boy’s palm.[/ul]

Egg Hatched From:

[/color]he Camouflage Egg[/ul]

[Ivy]

Name: Tawnykit
Gender: Male
Age: 6 moons
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Almost an apprentice!
Mentor: Needs one!
Mate/Crush: None/None
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Description:

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short. couple word. trait descrips.

History:

Brindlepelt had always been a pretty shecat, and a good warrior at that; she was also a very commited young thing. The cat met her to-be mate in apprenticeship, and the two had always been close. They were friends in training, and as they both matured and raced on towards warriorship their feelings of camaraderie and loyalty shifted and changed into those of attraction and affection. Soon after Brindlepelt had received her warrior name, she had to relinquish her duties to care for her first litter amongst the other queens in the nursery, and it was no mystery who the father could be. Her pregnancy was healthy, and she gave birth to three live kits; but her young age did make a bit of a difference with one of her brood’s health. Russetkit, the only solidly colored kit of the bunch, was quite small at birth and remained weak throughout his kithood. The two other, more robust, tabby brother and sister were named Tawnykit and Stripedkit.

So that is how Tawnykit came to be, amongst his littermates. The three had always enjoyed and especially strong bond; Stripedkit and Tawnykit were always careful to make sure Russetkit kept up his strength. Their brother was sickly, but they were there to watch out for him, and that was all he needed! At least, that was the way they saw it. They grew happily amongst the other kits in the nursery and enjoyed visits from their father on occasion; they didn’t really understand why that big, gruff tom showed up, but it did seem to make Brindlepelt happy. As the kits matured, their personalities began to emerge; it became obvious that Tawnypaw would be the inquisitive, contemplative one of the group, Stripedkit the wild and playful daredevil, and Russetkit the quiet darling. They were a loveable and closely knit trio, oftentimes driving the queens up the nursery walls with their antics (often spurred on by Stripedkit) inside and out. The kits, despite their runt of a younger brother, were aging successfully.

As the kits reached their fifth moon of life, Russetkit, unsurprisingly, was stricken with a cold, that progressed into a fever. A very ferociously worried Brindlepelt carried her smallest kit into the medicine cat’s den by the scruff of the neck, desperate not to lose her youngest kit to the season’s harshness. With a few days, and heavy use of Lavender, Russetkit’s fever had gone from him, but not without leaving him even weaker than before. The kit was quarantined to the nursery, which in turn meant Tawnykit and Stripedkit were as well, as they would not leave their beloved littermate alone and bored. As the kits raced towards apprenticeship, they focused all of their energy on helping Russetkit regain his strength in time to graduate from kithood at the same time as his brother and sister, wrestling and practicing hunting various insects around camp, speaking with elders.

And now that Tawnykit has reached his sixth moon and is ready to be made an apprentice, the only question is who will be assigned to this eager-to-learn young tom?

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