The Raven's Song is So Sweet...

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Name: Raven (Though some call her Ravensong)
Age: 50 moons
Gender: She-cat
Type of Outsider: Loner
Personality:

Raven is a kind and gentle she-cat towards those she cares about, and remains neutral to anyone she doesn't know very well, but if she doesn't trust you or just doesn't like you, prepare to be bitten, let it be by her fangs or her words. Motherly and fierce by nature, Raven loves kits, and despises cats who discriminate others because of a disability, or their blood. Recently, she's learned how to heal some sicknesses and wounds. She is hung up on freedom, and that is why she mostly dislikes the Clans, even though she admires them for their structure, and will not help anyone if she doesn't have a choice in the deal. However, if you befriend her -- which can sometimes be hard to do, mind you -- she will be very protective, but still decent to be around. Make her your enemy, though, and she's very different -- fierce, and ready to attack. Shy and quick to learn, she knows her flaws, too. Sometimes she's too protective, and sometimes her head is up in the clouds a little too much, as she's always wondering.

Picture: This (Their eyes aren't bright enough, though.) and that are good representations.
Short Description:

A tuxedo she-cat with bright, sulfur yellow eyes

Appearance:

Raven is the size of a sand cat with medium-length black fur. She has white fur on her forehead that is a streak that goes down to her muzzle, leaving the fur on the lower jaw black and her nose pink. On her chest, she has a large patch of white that goes down her under-belly and as another patch near her paws, and the digits on her paws are white. She has two white whiskers on either side of her triangular face, as well as white whiskers sprouting from her nose. She has the air of authority about her, and written all over her, let it be in her usually hard and intense gaze that shows that she's been through grief, or in the way she speaks. She is fairly light, due to her size, and is lithe and built for running quickly, since she has longer legs. Her fangs white and her claws transparent, she seems like as if she has the heart to kill in cold blood.

Well, be prepared to have your heart broken. She may kill, but only for self defense or if it is necessary.

Raven has bright yellow eyes that is about the color of sulfur, which is a bright lemon yellow color, and she looks determined. Just wait until you gain her sympathy.

History:

Raven had been born a loner in a long line of loners, with expecting that the next generation would be loners as well. Her father was Copper and her mother was Willow, she was born in a litter of four originally, with two younger brothers and an older sister in a later litter. Life was simple -- isolated, family-oriented, and closely knit, which her family rarely splitting. Snake, her younger brother, was the exception. However, he had sparked many arguments, so her family wasn't that sorrowful about his leave. Moons had passed before Raven's family expressed the up-coming need for her to find a mate somewhere -- and by this time, Raven had already been meeting in secret with a young tom-cat who complemented her own personality fairly well -- Swift, a gray tom with ice blue and green eyes. A moon had passed before she was pregnant with his kits, and by the time her kits had been born, the loners and rogues had been grouping together to attack ValeClan. While Raven stayed to take care of her newly born kits, Swift went out to fight, and when they came back... when they came back, all hell broke loose for the she-cat.

Swift was dead.

Grieving, she carried on taking caring for her kits, who she had named Night, Light, and Shadow, and taught them how to fight and hunt, as well as heal wounds, but she knew only very little about healing sicknesses. This became her downfall when her kits became sick, and she had no choice but to bring them to the Clan her mate had assaulted -- ValeClan. Dropping them at the border and leaving them there, with high hopes of them being helped by the Clan cats, she left them, feeling guilty that she could do nothing else. Her mate, dead, her kits, not in her own paws, but instead at a Clan's. As a wanderer of the rogue and loner lands, she abandoned her own family, even though she knew she'd be accepted with open paws. She needed her own time to recover.

Family:

{Name -- Part of Family -- Status -- Clan}
Copper -- Father -- Alive -- Loner
Willow -- Mother -- Deceased -- Loner
Lilac -- Sister -- Alive -- Loner
Mist -- Sister -- Alive -- Loner
Fox -- Brother -- Alive -- Loner
Snakevemon (Formerly Snake) -- Brother -- Deceased -- FlurryClan
Silver -- Brother -- Alive -- Loner
Rose -- Sister -- Deceased -- Loner
Swift -- Former Mate -- Deceased -- Rogue
Night(blaze) -- Daughter -- Alive -- ValeClan
Light(strike) -- Daughter -- Alive -- ValeClan
Shadow(blaze) -- Son -- Alive -- ValeClan

RP Example:

Leaf-bares. Ah, how Raven loved them. Snow fell on the ground before her as she lay in her makeshift den, her sulfur yellow eyes looking past her three kits who were rough-housing, Light's shrill squeals echoing throughout the cave. The cold had settled in long ago, and now she was quite used to the freezing weather. Five moons since her mate had died in the battle, but she still wasn't used to the feeling of being so... alone. Not that she wanted another mate; oh, no, not at all, but she did want a cat who could understand her.

"Raven! Ra-aven!" Night chirped, pouncing on her tail and looking quite pleased. Raven looked up, gazing at her daughter before raising a paw and playfully striking her head with her paw, claws sheathed. Night's tail flicked before tackling her mother, and her siblings joined in until the young she-cat hissed, batting away her kits. Shadow was quick to obey, as was Night, but Light still squealed in delight, patting her mother's tail with unsheathed claws.

"Light..." The tuxedo she-cat warned, her voice of a deadpan tone and her eyes looking tired. Kits. They were always so playful, while she felt so lifeless. She kind of envied them for their energy, always able to forget a conflict if they wanted to. If they didn't want to... well, that was their own problem, and they'd have to find a way to forget. The sun of sunset was touching the distant hills, and she sighed.

"Where's father?" Shadow asked, turning around, his green eyes serious.

"He's gone. In a better place."

"...oh. Okay..."

Laying her head on her paws, she watched her kits play without a care, wishing she could do such a thing.

Other:

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[Head{admin}]

Oi, that's a lot of cats to find RPers for x.x

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