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Description

{ Basic Information }
[ Name ] Ravencall
[ Past Names ] Ravenkit - Ravenpaw
[ Nicknames ] Raven
[ Age ] 24 moons
[ Sex ] Female
[ Date of Birth ] January 19th
[ Additional Information - Ravencall and Edgar Allan Poe share the same birthday. This applies to her overall character due to the fact that she's based off of his most famous piece of literature, 'The Raven'. Also I was born on January 19th so I have a deep connection with Poe's poetry and biography. He's one of my idols. ]
[ Clan ] MountainClan
[ Rank ] Warrior
[ Mentor ] Spiritwhisp
[ Apprentice ]
{ Personality }

[ Exterior Traits - The first personality traits you'll notice about Ravencall when you meet her. ]
"Oh, I'm Ravencall. It's a pleasure to meet you." || Friendly & Well Spoken ||
"I'm s-so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you..." || Clumsy ||
"I promise I won't tell anyone." || Trustworthy ||
"Oh, come on! Lighten up! Come and play with me, silly!" || Playful ||
"Gosh, I'm so sorry...I never meant to hurt you....I'm sorry..." || Apologetic ||
[ Interior Traits - The personality traits you'll notice about Ravencall once you become close to her. ]
"The moon is cascading veils of white rays...I...I'm going to go for a walk." || Mysterious ||
"The spirits are all around us...just take the time to notice their presence." || Spiritual ||
"My heart yearns softly to be held in your grasp once more..." || Poetic & Hopeless Romantic ||
{ History }
{ Likes & Dislikes }
[ Likes ]
Poetry
Darkness
Nature
Talking
Poking dead things
[ Dislikes ]
Cursing
Killing for no reason
The sun
Captivating eyes
Arguing
{ Role Play Sample }

{ Tigerstep - TBT } "Well it seems as if you were in the wrong," Tigerstep stated with a rather matter-of-fact tone. She could sense her motherly instincts slowly removing her harsh-like ways...but, if she were in the same position as the WindClan Queen, hell, she'd leave a lot more than a few facial scars. Gazing to her mate, she licked the side of his cheek affectionately. "You never touch a mother's kits," and with a humorous smirk, she purred ,"at least you wear the scars well."

Turning away to lay her head sideways to his flank, she then furrowed her gaze. This whole ordeal- it made her question his...well...parenting. When he would become a father, of course. What if a kitten got on his nerves? Surely he wouldn't...kill it? Harm it? Hurt it? She blinked her amber orange eyes. Why would I even dare to think like this..., she thought to herself silently.
Her fur was bristling, her petite muscles were eagerly tense...did she not feel safe around Tigersun? Anymore, at least? With a blank-eyed stare, she huffed a sigh and forced herself to close her eyes and relax.

Stop it.

{ Gretchen - WOT } It smells so clean in here...Gretchen thought to herself, as the smell of the doctor's chambers had an aroma of cleaning aids and sterile steel tools. She couldn't remember the last time she was in an aid facility. Then she remembered...it was her mother's death that had summoned her to a doctor's chamber.

Before she could even understand what was taking place, herbs were stuffed into her mouth without warning. Well, of course the man may've warned her, but she was no better than a deaf and blind person right now. All she could actually do was smell, and think. However, she chewed the igredients. She chewed them, forcefully commanding herself to swallow the vile herbs.

Huh. It actually had a nice t- and before she could even finish that thought, she sat up rapidly, and threw up into the bucket- her eyes jolting open as she coughed mutiple times afterwards. Her golden hair curled in locks to frame her sickened face as she continued to try and vomit all the herbs out of her system.

Once she was done, she continued to cough, only to roll onto her side on the flimsy bed- her shadowed blue eyes meeting the king's green gaze. She tried to think of something clever to say...perhaps humorous...but all the pirate could choke out was a ,"thank you." And, although it pained her to say those words, she had to face the reality- he did save her. But why?

"T-thank you...," she murmured again, turning her gaze away as she rolled onto her back.

Description

{ Basic Information }
[ Name ] Ravencall
[ Past Names ] Ravenkit - Ravenpaw
[ Nicknames ] Raven
[ Age ] 24 moons
[ Sex ] Female
[ Date of Birth ] January 19th
[ Additional Information - Ravencall and Edgar Allan Poe share the same birthday. This applies to her overall character due to the fact that she's based off of his most famous piece of literature, 'The Raven'. Also I was born on January 19th so I have a deep connection with Poe's poetry and biography. He's one of my idols. ]
[ Clan ] MountainClan
[ Rank ] Warrior
[ Mentor ] Spiritwhisp
[ Apprentice ]
{ Personality }

[ Exterior Traits - The first personality traits you'll notice about Ravencall when you meet her. ]
"Oh, I'm Ravencall. It's a pleasure to meet you." || Friendly & Well Spoken ||
"I'm s-so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you..." || Clumsy ||
"I promise I won't tell anyone." || Trustworthy ||
"Oh, come on! Lighten up! Come and play with me, silly!" || Playful ||
"Gosh, I'm so sorry...I never meant to hurt you....I'm sorry..." || Apologetic ||
[ Interior Traits - The personality traits you'll notice about Ravencall once you become close to her. ]
"The moon is cascading veils of white rays...I...I'm going to go for a walk." || Mysterious ||
"The spirits are all around us...just take the time to notice their presence." || Spiritual ||
"My heart yearns softly to be held in your grasp once more..." || Poetic & Hopeless Romantic ||
{ History }
{ Likes & Dislikes }
[ Likes ]
Poetry
Darkness
Nature
Talking
Poking dead things
[ Dislikes ]
Cursing
Killing for no reason
The sun
Captivating eyes
Arguing
{ Role Play Sample }

{ Tigerstep - TBT } "Well it seems as if you were in the wrong," Tigerstep stated with a rather matter-of-fact tone. She could sense her motherly instincts slowly removing her harsh-like ways...but, if she were in the same position as the WindClan Queen, hell, she'd leave a lot more than a few facial scars. Gazing to her mate, she licked the side of his cheek affectionately. "You never touch a mother's kits," and with a humorous smirk, she purred ,"at least you wear the scars well."

Turning away to lay her head sideways to his flank, she then furrowed her gaze. This whole ordeal- it made her question his...well...parenting. When he would become a father, of course. What if a kitten got on his nerves? Surely he wouldn't...kill it? Harm it? Hurt it? She blinked her amber orange eyes. Why would I even dare to think like this..., she thought to herself silently.
Her fur was bristling, her petite muscles were eagerly tense...did she not feel safe around Tigersun? Anymore, at least? With a blank-eyed stare, she huffed a sigh and forced herself to close her eyes and relax.

Stop it.

{ Gretchen - WOT } It smells so clean in here...Gretchen thought to herself, as the smell of the doctor's chambers had an aroma of cleaning aids and sterile steel tools. She couldn't remember the last time she was in an aid facility. Then she remembered...it was her mother's death that had summoned her to a doctor's chamber.

Before she could even understand what was taking place, herbs were stuffed into her mouth without warning. Well, of course the man may've warned her, but she was no better than a deaf and blind person right now. All she could actually do was smell, and think. However, she chewed the igredients. She chewed them, forcefully commanding herself to swallow the vile herbs.

Huh. It actually had a nice t- and before she could even finish that thought, she sat up rapidly, and threw up into the bucket- her eyes jolting open as she coughed mutiple times afterwards. Her golden hair curled in locks to frame her sickened face as she continued to try and vomit all the herbs out of her system.

Once she was done, she continued to cough, only to roll onto her side on the flimsy bed- her shadowed blue eyes meeting the king's green gaze. She tried to think of something clever to say...perhaps humorous...but all the pirate could choke out was a ,"thank you." And, although it pained her to say those words, she had to face the reality- he did save her. But why?

"T-thank you...," she murmured again, turning her gaze away as she rolled onto her back.