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REMAKING HER. IT WILL BE DONE TODAY.

{ 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 || Being raised in a family of intelligent felines, Ravencall had learned at a young age that manners and a friendly exterior goes far in life. She's very elegant when speaking, often using a wide vocabulary that many may not comprehend. With her British accent, she tends to also make others feel inferior, which is why she makes herself outwardly friendly; letting others know not to be threatened by her elegant ways of talking. She hates seeming arrogant.
"I'm s-so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you..." || Clumsy || Although she's a rather smooth talker, she tends to trip over her own paws...a lot. She's not the most balanced. At a young age, she oftentimes found herself falling, bumping, and tripping. Many thought her clumsiness would go away over time, but sadly, it never did. She'll always apologize for being clumsy although many felines think she does it on purpose to receive attention. She never does though. Furthermore, when she falls nowadays, it's a huge scene of mayhem because it usually happens in the most embarrassing of ways. Falling head first into a rabbit hole, tripping into the elderly getting their ticks removed, even going so far as to fall down a hill and end up on the rival Clan's territory. And what's worse? Explaining herself. She hates to tell others she has a "problem" because then she just sounds...idiotic. "Oh yes, I have a problem with coordination and balance". What a lovely conversation starter, huh?
"I promise I won't tell anyone." || Trustworthy || Trying her best to prove her good characteristics to others, Ravencall had always made herself a listener to anyone's problems. It's hard for her to make friends so she's accepted that one way to make friends is to become trustworthy and loyal. She never confesses someone's secret even if that secret was critical to someone else. It's always been a virtue to her to stay true, to herself and others, but sometimes all these hidden secrets can really upset her. She's very complex and it's a challenge for her to stay trustworthy. She often says "don't worry about it, your secret is hid under lock and key", but what happens when that lock becomes rusty and begins to disintegrate? Of course she never discloses someone's secret, but she does think about it.
"Oh, come on! Lighten up! Come and play with me, silly!" || Playful || She loves to run around and play like a kitten...despite her balance issue. She can be very immature. It just really depends on the mood she's in and who she's around. Some of her favorite games are tag, hide and seek, and leap frog. Sometimes she'll invite a lone cat from a different clan, standing at the border, to play with her. She really doesn't care about boundaries...she just really likes playing. And because it's hard for her to make friendships and connections with others, she's often talking and playing with everyone until she finds the one most suited to see the real her or become her best friend. She doesn't judge so she's always open to play a game with whomever. However, she does like to retain her elegant stature and she'll often ease up on a game once more join.
"Gosh, I'm so sorry...I never meant to hurt you....I'm sorry..." || Apologetic || This trait most likely rubbed off on Ravencall from Stormcry. Since she was a kitten, Ravencall had always found herself in a heap load of trouble. Mostly from her clumsiness but who knows. Either way, Stormcry always took the blame for Ravencall, always saying "I'm so sorry for that", so on and so forth. Since being the more unruly one of the two, Ravencall never even thought twice about the fact that Stormcry always took the blame for her actions. Nowadays, Ravencall apologizes for everything; seeing that she was wrong to let her sister take blame for everything she had done. However, there is one downside to her apologetic personality. She apologizes for everything. Even little things like accidentally tapping somebody with her tail. What's even worse though is that she'll make a huge scene, pleading for forgiveness. It's actually quite entertaining to watch.
[ 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 }

Her mother was a beautiful darling little thing by the name of Blackrose. Her father, on the other hand, was a massive gray tom; towering over many of his companions with his large build. He wasn't the most attractive thing to look at for he had an underbite, making his lower fangs protrude from his mouth. Therefore he bared the name Wolfjaw, a name that disgusted many of his clanmates for it reminded them of how repulsive he looked. Blackrose and Wolfjaw were an extremely odd looking couple. With her beauty and his beast-like appearance; many thought their relationship wouldn't last and their children would end up looking like something depicted in horror stories. However, the years rolled by, and Blackrose became pregnant with the couple's first litter. They were overjoyed. Wolfjaw would finally have a family that wasn't ashamed of him and Blackrose would finally have the kittens she had waited so long for. As their affection towards each other became more public, cats would hiss and gag at the sight of Wolfjaw rubbing his head against her swollen stomach. Soon he became tired with the stares of disgust he would receive just by walking around in the company of Blackrose. He loved her so much...but then thoughts began to appear within his mind. Would others judge his children just because of his appearance? Would others treat them differently? And Blackrose...oh Blackrose...she began to receive so much hate just by baring his children. Many began to treat her differently, calling her filthy names and a desperate she-cat.

He was a rather good mate and clanmate though. He always offered help to whomever needed it...and though he was big, he couldn't even hurt a fly. He was lover, not a fighter. Though he bared such a grotesque appearance...his heart was made of solid gold. Therefore, he continued on; ignoring those who disapproved he and his mate.

On a late evening in the season of Leaf Bare, Blackrose began to feel her stomach expand and throb as her water broke. She was giving birth. Wolfjaw yelled for the Medicine Cat, unaware of what to do or how the kitting process even worked. Frantic, and noisy, he increasingly woke everyone in the Nursery. The Queens yelled at him to leave and stand outside, but Wolfjaw began to feel sick. Something wasn't right.

He quickly looked into Blackrose's beautiful ice blue eyes which were dull with a fading lively glow. He began to lick her head, asking her if she was alright. Asking her if there was anything he could do. No response. No movement came from her except the feint kicking in her swollen stomach.

"Blackrose...?" He whispered, utterly confused.

The thought of her dying never even crossed his mind. Only hours earlier were they talking and laughing so how could she even die in such a short period of time? In such bad timing, to say the least? The Medicine Cat came. He seemed rather frantic, seeing that the she-cat unresponsive and blood slowly began to seep out from her canal. Wolfjaw, pushed back by the tom, stared in disbelief. "She's okay, right?" He asked, still refusing to accept that anything bad had happened. The Medicine Cat, focusing on delivering the kittens from the corpse, didn't respond. Nor did he want too.

"Blackrose...just think about it...we're gonna be a family!" He yowled as reality began to sink in though he denied it. Tears welled up as he pushed himself forward; curling his body around Blackrose's. "I'll keep you warm...you seem so cold...," he whispered, biting his tongue in an attempt to contain his emotions of devastating fear for being alone in the world again. The one he had loved for so many moons...was now gone.

"Wolfjaw...," The Medicine Cat had began to say something, but Wolfjaw cut him off immediately.

Staring up at the Medicine Cat with wide, begging amber eyes, he pleaded, "...please...please...save her..."

The Medicine cat hung his head and heaved a sigh. "There's nothing that can be done, Wolfjaw. However...although 4 of your kittens were born still...I managed to save the lives of 2." Tears continued to stream down his face though his expression became blank and unreadable. Dipping his head into Blackrose's dark furred flank, he gritted his fangs and yelled. He yelled in agony and grief. His mate was gone...more than half of the litter was gone...he almost wished he was gone. Yet, as his ears remained folded against his skull in anger and in grief; slowly the murmurs of kittens became audible within his ears. He slowly picked his head up, his cheekfur beginning to dry though his gaze was still coated with a thin layer of tears.

Just behind Blackrose's lifeless body were two little dark furred kittens. He gasped at the darker one, seeing she had a striking resemblance to Blackrose.

They were both beautiful...like their mother.

He hesitated. He looked at the kittens then looked at the Medicine Cat. "How am I suppose to care for them if they don't have a mother?" His voice trembled as he fought back the urge to yell once more.

"Until they can eat solid foods they'll remain here with an adopted mother. Once they can leave, they'll be in your care."

"But...but everyone knows that when a kitten leaves then Nursery they become an apprentice. How're they suppose to be in my care when I can't even see my surviving daughters on a daily basis for the next 6 moons?! How am I suppose to care for them if I don't raise them now?! I'll be a stranger to them!" Rage surged through his veins now as the tears streamed out once again.

A silence filled the Nursery as the Medicine Cat and the large aggressive looking tom glared at each other. Finally, Wolfjaw spoke. "All my life this is all I had wanted...," he whispered, his eyes purposely avoiding the corpse of his mate accompanied by the corpses of their 4 kittens. He stared at his 2 daughters...a sigh exhaling from his lips as he choked on his words; trying not to breakdown once more. "I just wanted a family...it didn't have to be perfect...but look at what's happened...my mate is dead...," his words began to tremble once more as his voice began to shake ,"...my children are dead...and now these 2...what am I suppose to do? How am I suppose to take care of them if I don't have Blackrose? How am I suppose to explain to them that I fathered them? That...I'm their father? I'm repulsive...I'd just disappoint them...I'd bring shame to them..."

The Medicine Cat, unable to respond, stood quietly- his head hanging low for he couldn't bare the sight of this newly grieving father. Tears streamed down Wolfjaw's face...and although you could tell he was trying to be strong, a sense of fear emanated off of him. For the two kittens, the Medicine Cat suspected.

"Just...just leave the 2 kittens with the adoptive mother,"

{ 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

REMAKING HER. IT WILL BE DONE TODAY.

{ 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 || Being raised in a family of intelligent felines, Ravencall had learned at a young age that manners and a friendly exterior goes far in life. She's very elegant when speaking, often using a wide vocabulary that many may not comprehend. With her British accent, she tends to also make others feel inferior, which is why she makes herself outwardly friendly; letting others know not to be threatened by her elegant ways of talking. She hates seeming arrogant.
"I'm s-so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you..." || Clumsy || Although she's a rather smooth talker, she tends to trip over her own paws...a lot. She's not the most balanced. At a young age, she oftentimes found herself falling, bumping, and tripping. Many thought her clumsiness would go away over time, but sadly, it never did. She'll always apologize for being clumsy although many felines think she does it on purpose to receive attention. She never does though. Furthermore, when she falls nowadays, it's a huge scene of mayhem because it usually happens in the most embarrassing of ways. Falling head first into a rabbit hole, tripping into the elderly getting their ticks removed, even going so far as to fall down a hill and end up on the rival Clan's territory. And what's worse? Explaining herself. She hates to tell others she has a "problem" because then she just sounds...idiotic. "Oh yes, I have a problem with coordination and balance". What a lovely conversation starter, huh?
"I promise I won't tell anyone." || Trustworthy || Trying her best to prove her good characteristics to others, Ravencall had always made herself a listener to anyone's problems. It's hard for her to make friends so she's accepted that one way to make friends is to become trustworthy and loyal. She never confesses someone's secret even if that secret was critical to someone else. It's always been a virtue to her to stay true, to herself and others, but sometimes all these hidden secrets can really upset her. She's very complex and it's a challenge for her to stay trustworthy. She often says "don't worry about it, your secret is hid under lock and key", but what happens when that lock becomes rusty and begins to disintegrate? Of course she never discloses someone's secret, but she does think about it.
"Oh, come on! Lighten up! Come and play with me, silly!" || Playful || She loves to run around and play like a kitten...despite her balance issue. She can be very immature. It just really depends on the mood she's in and who she's around. Some of her favorite games are tag, hide and seek, and leap frog. Sometimes she'll invite a lone cat from a different clan, standing at the border, to play with her. She really doesn't care about boundaries...she just really likes playing. And because it's hard for her to make friendships and connections with others, she's often talking and playing with everyone until she finds the one most suited to see the real her or become her best friend. She doesn't judge so she's always open to play a game with whomever. However, she does like to retain her elegant stature and she'll often ease up on a game once more join.
"Gosh, I'm so sorry...I never meant to hurt you....I'm sorry..." || Apologetic || This trait most likely rubbed off on Ravencall from Stormcry. Since she was a kitten, Ravencall had always found herself in a heap load of trouble. Mostly from her clumsiness but who knows. Either way, Stormcry always took the blame for Ravencall, always saying "I'm so sorry for that", so on and so forth. Since being the more unruly one of the two, Ravencall never even thought twice about the fact that Stormcry always took the blame for her actions. Nowadays, Ravencall apologizes for everything; seeing that she was wrong to let her sister take blame for everything she had done. However, there is one downside to her apologetic personality. She apologizes for everything. Even little things like accidentally tapping somebody with her tail. What's even worse though is that she'll make a huge scene, pleading for forgiveness. It's actually quite entertaining to watch.
[ 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 }

Her mother was a beautiful darling little thing by the name of Blackrose. Her father, on the other hand, was a massive gray tom; towering over many of his companions with his large build. He wasn't the most attractive thing to look at for he had an underbite, making his lower fangs protrude from his mouth. Therefore he bared the name Wolfjaw, a name that disgusted many of his clanmates for it reminded them of how repulsive he looked. Blackrose and Wolfjaw were an extremely odd looking couple. With her beauty and his beast-like appearance; many thought their relationship wouldn't last and their children would end up looking like something depicted in horror stories. However, the years rolled by, and Blackrose became pregnant with the couple's first litter. They were overjoyed. Wolfjaw would finally have a family that wasn't ashamed of him and Blackrose would finally have the kittens she had waited so long for. As their affection towards each other became more public, cats would hiss and gag at the sight of Wolfjaw rubbing his head against her swollen stomach. Soon he became tired with the stares of disgust he would receive just by walking around in the company of Blackrose. He loved her so much...but then thoughts began to appear within his mind. Would others judge his children just because of his appearance? Would others treat them differently? And Blackrose...oh Blackrose...she began to receive so much hate just by baring his children. Many began to treat her differently, calling her filthy names and a desperate she-cat.

He was a rather good mate and clanmate though. He always offered help to whomever needed it...and though he was big, he couldn't even hurt a fly. He was lover, not a fighter. Though he bared such a grotesque appearance...his heart was made of solid gold. Therefore, he continued on; ignoring those who disapproved he and his mate.

On a late evening in the season of Leaf Bare, Blackrose began to feel her stomach expand and throb as her water broke. She was giving birth. Wolfjaw yelled for the Medicine Cat, unaware of what to do or how the kitting process even worked. Frantic, and noisy, he increasingly woke everyone in the Nursery. The Queens yelled at him to leave and stand outside, but Wolfjaw began to feel sick. Something wasn't right.

He quickly looked into Blackrose's beautiful ice blue eyes which were dull with a fading lively glow. He began to lick her head, asking her if she was alright. Asking her if there was anything he could do. No response. No movement came from her except the feint kicking in her swollen stomach.

"Blackrose...?" He whispered, utterly confused.

The thought of her dying never even crossed his mind. Only hours earlier were they talking and laughing so how could she even die in such a short period of time? In such bad timing, to say the least? The Medicine Cat came. He seemed rather frantic, seeing that the she-cat unresponsive and blood slowly began to seep out from her canal. Wolfjaw, pushed back by the tom, stared in disbelief. "She's okay, right?" He asked, still refusing to accept that anything bad had happened. The Medicine Cat, focusing on delivering the kittens from the corpse, didn't respond. Nor did he want too.

"Blackrose...just think about it...we're gonna be a family!" He yowled as reality began to sink in though he denied it. Tears welled up as he pushed himself forward; curling his body around Blackrose's. "I'll keep you warm...you seem so cold...," he whispered, biting his tongue in an attempt to contain his emotions of devastating fear for being alone in the world again. The one he had loved for so many moons...was now gone.

"Wolfjaw...," The Medicine Cat had began to say something, but Wolfjaw cut him off immediately.

Staring up at the Medicine Cat with wide, begging amber eyes, he pleaded, "...please...please...save her..."

The Medicine cat hung his head and heaved a sigh. "There's nothing that can be done, Wolfjaw. However...although 4 of your kittens were born still...I managed to save the lives of 2." Tears continued to stream down his face though his expression became blank and unreadable. Dipping his head into Blackrose's dark furred flank, he gritted his fangs and yelled. He yelled in agony and grief. His mate was gone...more than half of the litter was gone...he almost wished he was gone. Yet, as his ears remained folded against his skull in anger and in grief; slowly the murmurs of kittens became audible within his ears. He slowly picked his head up, his cheekfur beginning to dry though his gaze was still coated with a thin layer of tears.

Just behind Blackrose's lifeless body were two little dark furred kittens. He gasped at the darker one, seeing she had a striking resemblance to Blackrose.

They were both beautiful...like their mother.

He hesitated. He looked at the kittens then looked at the Medicine Cat. "How am I suppose to care for them if they don't have a mother?" His voice trembled as he fought back the urge to yell once more.

"Until they can eat solid foods they'll remain here with an adopted mother. Once they can leave, they'll be in your care."

"But...but everyone knows that when a kitten leaves then Nursery they become an apprentice. How're they suppose to be in my care when I can't even see my surviving daughters on a daily basis for the next 6 moons?! How am I suppose to care for them if I don't raise them now?! I'll be a stranger to them!" Rage surged through his veins now as the tears streamed out once again.

A silence filled the Nursery as the Medicine Cat and the large aggressive looking tom glared at each other. Finally, Wolfjaw spoke. "All my life this is all I had wanted...," he whispered, his eyes purposely avoiding the corpse of his mate accompanied by the corpses of their 4 kittens. He stared at his 2 daughters...a sigh exhaling from his lips as he choked on his words; trying not to breakdown once more. "I just wanted a family...it didn't have to be perfect...but look at what's happened...my mate is dead...," his words began to tremble once more as his voice began to shake ,"...my children are dead...and now these 2...what am I suppose to do? How am I suppose to take care of them if I don't have Blackrose? How am I suppose to explain to them that I fathered them? That...I'm their father? I'm repulsive...I'd just disappoint them...I'd bring shame to them..."

The Medicine Cat, unable to respond, stood quietly- his head hanging low for he couldn't bare the sight of this newly grieving father. Tears streamed down Wolfjaw's face...and although you could tell he was trying to be strong, a sense of fear emanated off of him. For the two kittens, the Medicine Cat suspected.

"Just...just leave the 2 kittens with the adoptive mother,"

{ 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.