RAVENSTAR, windclan leader

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n a m e : Ravenstar
a g e : 43 Moons
g e n d e r : Tom
c l a n : WindClan
r an k : Leader
s t a t u s : Fighting Fit
l i v e s : Greencough
a p p r e n t i c e : None
l o v e . i n t e r e s t : Do You Dare?

d e s c r i p t i o n .

Runty . Long Tail . Black . Short Fur . Green Eyes

Ravenstar doesn't look like a very imposing cat. He's not exceptionally large or muscular, and in fact is a little bit on the small side. His frame is very bony and angular, bordering on emaciation, and is filled out by slender, wiry muscles. His black coat is short and sleek, but it only serves to make his slight body more obvious. His paws are long and slim, but they sheathe claws that are long and wickedly curved, and he has a very long tail. His face is very angular, with large, sharply pointed ears and blade-like cheekbones. Ravenstar can and will remain completely still for long periods of time, appearing to be a tiny, unassuming obsidian statue. However, see him in action and you will realize that Ravenstar is more than he seems. Ravenstar's gait is smooth, deliberate, and completely controlled, just like everything else he does. His eyes are a clear, penetrating green, and their gaze is both steady and watchful. His face is very expressive, easily adapting an expression of terrifying anger or easy charm. Ravenstar can run extremely fast when he wants to, his slight body pelting along with his long tail streaming behind him. He can be deceptively fast, moving with the speed of a striking snake, or he can be slow and almost frail-seeming. Ravenstar's whole body is a tool for him to use, and he is a master at it. You can never know if what you see on the outside is truly what he is thinking or not.

p e r s o n a l i t y .

Ambitious . Deceitful . Arrogant . Self-Centered . Closed . Cunning . Determined . Disdainful . Genius . Charismatic . Hubristic . Sly . Perceptive . Private

Ravenstar is ambitious, cunning, and deceitful. When he wants something, he makes sure he gets it — and Ravenstar wants power. That's how he came to be leader of his Clan, in fact. He worked towards that goal, and he worked hard. However, though he desires power, Ravenstar cares little for fame or recognition. He is content to play the runty, wise leader so that others will fall into complacency, while he concerns himself with honing his own skills and shaping his Clan into the most powerful force it can be. There will come a day when having a force of loyal, skilled warriors will become useful, and he plans to take advantage of it. Ravenstar is a cunning tom, and quite willing to use his wiles to achieve whatever goal he has in mind. He has an iron will and determination that allow him to press forward through any circumstance. Ravenstar is also a dangerously convincing actor. Projecting a specific image is no challenge for him at all; he's a smooth talker when he wants to be, and can don emotions like hats. Instantly he can become hurt and terribly misunderstood, or smooth and persuasive.

It helps that he is good at understanding other cats, using his knowledge of their habits and demeanours to play them like puppets. His green eyes miss no detail, capable of gleaning information from other cats merely by watching them as they speak. Ravenstar's greatest skill of all is knowing how to read and manipulate his fellow felines, which allows him to manipulate them without them even knowing that they're being used. He knows what they want to hear, and can be convincing and sincere, making him a very dangerous and confusing enemy because it's almost impossible to guess what he's thinking. Ravenstar is not a goodhearted cat, and has few redeeming qualities to help him out when his judgement comes, so he fully intends to prolong that day as long as he can, or even indefinitely if such a thing is possible. Perhaps the only good things that can be said of Ravenstar are that he feels a kinship towards the downtrodden and looked-down upon, since he suffered pity and scorn when he was younger, and he always repays his debts, even if that's more because of some strange personal code than any sense of goodwill.

h i s t o r y .

Ravenstar was born into a large litter, as many WindClan cats are. He had a sister and three brothers, all of which were far bigger than him, even his sister. When he was born, Ravenkit was very weak. He became sick with whitecough when he was only a moon, and with his smaller size it was expected that he would die within a few days. Even his mother, though she loved him, had given up on him. She was a rather timid creature, and with four other kits to take care of, she had her paws rather full. But one cat didn't give up on him. Ravenkit's sister, Emberkit, was a feisty little kitten, with a temper that quickly became famous. Her determination was one thing that she shared with her brother, and the little kit diligently stayed with him in the medicine cat's den and watched over him until he returned to health. From then on Emberkit and Ravenkit were closer than any of the other kits. Emberkit took Ravenkit under her wing and taught him how to fight, even though he was smaller than the other kits. She shared his cunning and skill in deception, and the two played many games and tricks on the other kits in the nursery. Still, Ravenkit often went off by himself to think. Emberkit enjoyed fighting, which she did often with her rowdier brothers but couldn't really engage in with Ravenkit. Despite her teachings, Ravenkit was nevertheless smaller and weaker than his siblings. Emberkit was the strongest of them all, being cunning and swift as well as strong. Ravenkit would have no chance against her.

When it was time for Ravenkit and his siblings to become apprentices, they had all developed clear roles and personalities. Russetkit was the largest, and the strongest. He was good-natured and caring, but he loved a good fight, and he wasn't really very smart. Gingerkit was the pacifist, and the dreamer. He was very intelligent, but there wasn't a mean or deceptive bone in his body. Grasskit was the hunter, the tracker. He was the runner,and with long legs and a moor-coloured pelt, it was clear that he would be a lethal hunter. Emberkit was the fiery one, and the fighter. Despite the fact that both Russetkit and Grasskit were larger than her, Emberkit was the most cunning and skilled fighter among them. And then there was Ravenkit, the runt, the thinker. The smallest, the weakest, the one everyone felt sorry for... and the one everyone underestimated. Ravenkit was ambitious and genius, but he was patient. He knew that one day those who pitied him would be under his control, because he would have it no other way. By the time he was six moons old, Ravenkit decided that he was going to be Clan leader. And that was just how it was going to be.

Ravenpaw was assigned a strict cat for a mentor, who was very devoted in her belief in StarClan. Ravenpaw suspected that Blackfrost had been chosen as his mentor specifically because of that, because the leader had sensed the growing darkness in his heart and attempted to stifle it. It didn't work. Ravenpaw only felt restricted and irritated by his mentor, who would constantly nag and admonish him for minor infractions. "Don't play with your prey, Ravenpaw. It dies so we may live." "Respect your elders, Ravenpaw." "Be grateful when the medicine cat checks your wounds!" By the time Ravenpaw was ten moons old, he was a superb hunter and had a brilliant mind. But his mentor's over-attentive care had only made him more frustrated and spiteful. Ravenpaw's heart increasingly became cloaked in a shroud of ambition and resentment. His sister Emberpaw was the only one who understood him, and who he felt comfortable with. She didn't belittle him for being small or usher her kits away when he came near. But he didn't trust her. Despite their close bond, Ravenpaw's suspicion now ran too deep. And he also knew that Emberpaw had ambitions of her own. His darling sister was just as cunning as him, even more lawless, and also had her eyes on the leader's position. So while she was his closest friend, Emberpaw was also his most dangerous competitor.

When he was twelve moons old, Ravenpaw was on a patrol with Blackfrost, Emberpaw, and her mentor Tigerheart, when the group came across a ThunderClan patrol trying to steal prey in their territory. The patrol consisted of three warriors and one apprentice, making the odds slightly tilted towards ThunderClan's favor. The choice was this: send an apprentice beck for help and try to hold off three warriors and an apprentice with fewer cats, or fight them with all you have and hope for the best. Tigerheart, the leader of the patrol, decided to take the second option. The WindClan cats attacked the ThunderClan cats and battled furiously, sending the intruders packing in just seconds. It wasn't even close. The patrol returned victorious to camp, and the two apprentices were made warriors that evening. Emberpaw was given the name of Emberthorn for her fighting prowess, and Ravenpaw became Raventhroat.

Once Ravenstar became a warrior, a startling transformation came over him. Raventhroat, freed from the damning condemnations of his mentor, became more focused on his goal of leadership while becoming less frustrated. He became calmer, and began working earnestly towards his goal. Raventhroat was already a skilled speaker, but he became even more convincing. He began making friends with many of the Clan cats and making himself popular, until he was a well-respected and liked warrior. Cats who had previously scorned the weedy apprentice now gossiped to their neighbors that they had always known Raventhroat would turn out to be a great warrior. He was accepted into his Clan, and well on his way to proving himself as a superior warrior when the current deputy died. Rosenose (lol) was an older cat and died from a badly infected wound, and the leader now had to choose a new deputy.

But it was too soon. Raventhroat hadn't mentored any apprentices yet, and was much too young to become Clan deputy. Tigerheart was chosen instead, and the young warrior was left to wonder if the leader would die before she ever needed to choose a new deputy. To add salt to the wound, Raventhroat was given an apprentice shortly after the new deputy was named, a somber young cat named Breezepaw. Raventhroat worked hard at mentoring the apprentice to prove himself a capable teacher, but he never grew close to her. Though he was polite and acted friendly toward her, he had not particular interest in making new friends, and when she gained her warrior name the two parted without being closer than two acquaintances. It was then that Tigerheart was killed by a fox while out hunting alone. The devastated leader chose another deputy once again, and this time it was Raventhroat. The triumphant young warrior promised solemnly to do his best to lead the Clan, with only a fierce glint in his eye betraying his excitement. And, only nine months after Raventhroat had been named deputy of WindClan, the WindClan leader Mothstar died in an attack on another Clan. WindClan was left in Ravenstar's paws.

m o t h e r : Kestreltail
f a t h e r : Nightclaw
s i s t e r : Emberthorn
b r o t h e r s : Gingersky . Russetclaw . Grasspelt

o t h e r .

River Below by Billy Talent

Rejected since day one.
My name is bastard son.
I've been damned so many times I've lost count.
Blue collar, working man.
Devices, master-plan.
Bi-polar, with a mental side arm.

I'm sick and I'm twisted.
I'm broken, you can't fix it.
Don't make me, 'cause I'll do it.
Red button and we'll all go

Into the river below. I'm running from the inferno.
They'll think I'm insane, but you'll all know my name!
Into the river below. I'm running from the inferno.
I'll take all the blame, the front page and the fame!

[Amber]

Runt power! Sorry.....

Ravenstar is ACCEPTED.