RAVENFLIGHTBasic Info
Short haired self black cat with black shade and slight spotting, as well as orange eyes
History
wip, left his clan when a disease swept through the camp
Personality
wip, sassmaster, easily angered, tends to judge others harshly, but is easily intimidated by mollies.
Relations
Assigned mate of Pebblestar
Writing
Ravenflight’s suffix was earned not by bravery, cowardice, skill or lack there of, but be chance. They didn’t know about the bear, the boulder, the precarious nature of the log, the hunter, crouched in the shadows, waiting. They knew only that there was a squirrel grooming itself on the log and that they were hungry. But when they pounced, the hunter shot, the bear fell, the log moved and suddenly they were flying through the air.
Write about or draw a scene showing your leader meeting one of your new clan members
“Who are you?” the slivery voice drawled, startling the dark tom.
“Who’s there?” He shot back, bristling, his eyes darting around, searching for the source of the voice. He had been sure that this cave has been empty when he entered, trying to escape the pouring rain.
“I believe that is a first come first served question.” The voice chuckled, and a flicker of movement caught the tom’s eye, and he suddenly saw her, a strange black and silver cat, blended perfectly with the shadows of the falling rain.
“Fair enough.” He admitted, much more comfortable now that he could see who was talking to him. “I’m Ravenflight, formerly of Mountainclan, but I fled a sickness there.” The other cat drew back with a hiss, and he rushed to assure her, “That was many, many moons ago. I do not still cary the sickness, do not worry.”
“Hmm.” The molly purred, padding forward, her face coming into the light, her amber eyes flashing, “Well, you could be useful. What kind of cat are you?”
“Just a warrior.” The tom responded warily, “And you still haven’t answered my question.”
“Ah, of course, how rude of me.” The molly purred, her smily cold, “I am Pebblestar, leader of Cavernclan. How would you like to stop being a loner and be part of a clan again?”
The tom hesitated, a little put off by her cold gaze, but then gave in, “I hate being a loner.” He admitted, “I’ll join your clan.”
“Perfect.” the molly murmured, “Follow me.” She turned, padding towards the back of the cave.
“Where are you going?” Ravenflight asked warily, unsure what the strange molly was planning.
“To our camp, of course.” She purred, looking back at him, “It’s Cavernclan. Did you think we lived out on the mountainside?”
“Oh, of course.” Ravenflight agreed, blushing in embarrassment. “That was obvious.”
“Indeed it was.” Pebblestar murmured, “Now, come."