Ivythorn::Windclan

[fallenshadow]

Name: Ivykit :: Ivypaw :: Ivythorn

Picture: Click

Age: Twenty Moons

Gender: She-cat

Clan: Windclan

Position: Warrior

Description:

Small she-cat, no matter how much fresh kill she eats she remains very lithe. Her underbelly is completely white, her back is black except for a strip of white fur that looks like a bolt of lightning. Her tail is black except for the white tip. Her black furred face is split in half with a another stripe of white fur. She has olive green eyes that appear like small moons in the starlight.

Personality:

Ivythorn can be a very sweet young cat. She loves to be around others and share tongues with them. She hates to see others in pain either physical or emotional and will help in anyway that she can. Ivythorn is a very skilled fighter however she doesn't like to fight unless it's called for. However as her brother will sometimes prove, Ivythorn can have a sharp tongue, preferring to fight with her words instead of claws. Ivythorn has a great patience for younger cats which will come in handy (or is it pawy...hmm) when it comes time for her to have an apprentice. She enjoys running around after fast prey because just of her love of running.

History:

Ivykit was kitted to two young cats, her mother's name was Whitepool, a beautiful white she-cat with brilliant blue eyes and her father's name was Wolfclaw, a black and gray tom with green eyes. Her brother's name was Hailkit. The two often bickered with one another which usually caused them to be kicked out of the nursery by the other queens. They never played with one another choosing to play with the other kits even if they were younger than themselves.

This strain continued when the two became apprentices. They barely, if ever spoke to one another no longer having a reason to. They each found other apprentices to talk with. Newer apprentices tended to wonder if the two were even siblings at all. Their relationship came at its climax during battle practice, it started as a normal training session but soon erupted into a full out fight, neither wanting to lose to the other. After that they avoided any contact with each other, but then a battle occurred.

It was the first battle the Ivypaw had ever been apart of and she still recalls it as the worst she's ever seen, but that was only because of what she had experienced. Before her own eyes Ivypaw watched both of her parents die in a rainfall of red droplets. Frozen in her own fur she watched the battle continue, it wasn't until she saw Hailpaw being attacked by a warrior twice as large as him did Ivypaw take action. She can never recall how she did it because her memory drawls a blank whenever she tries to remember how she scared off the opposing warrior. All that she could remember was standing over her brother's bloody body, never feeling so useless before.

When her brother's body was brought back to camp Ivypaw refused to leave his side. She prayed to Starclan that she would be a better sister if Hailpaw lived. It took about two days before Hailpaw woke up though Ivypaw nearly sent him unconscious again by tackling him. After that Ivypaw spent every moment she could helping her brother recover even pushing back her own warrior ceremony so that they could become warriors at the same time.

The two were about fifteen moons before they were given their warrior ceremony. Ivypaw became Ivythorn and Hailpaw, Hailstorm. After that she gladly did every warrior duty she could with pride and so on and so forth.

Ivythorn[Fallen Shadow]
She-cat | Twenty Moons | Green | Black and White | Independent | Dependable | Caring |

[Lemon Zinger]

accepted