Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2015 0:13:53 GMT -5
IVYSTRIPE
is a member of
Thunderclanplayed by: Mercia
basics
Breed - Domestic Shorthair
Eyes - Amber
Place of Birth - Twolegplace
Gender - She-cat
Age - 48 Moons
Status - Medicine Cat
If Apprentice: Mentor, not optional
Appearance - Ivystripe is a sleek, dark gray tabby she-cat with pale amber eyes. She is of a fairly average size for a she-cat though her body shape is a bit more wiry than is expected of a Thunderclan cat. She is by no means dainty though, her legs and body are long as is her tail. She is not bulky and muscular but just like her body type she has wiry muscle and not weak but resilient and quick. Her fur is short but sleek and mainly a dark brownish-gray. She has very distinct black tabby stripes that thinly frame her face but become thicker down her body and at her tail. Her fur is kept clean and in part due to its length it stays clean fairly easily and she does not often have to worry too much of burrs sticking to it. Her eyes are round and a pale amber colored accented by a dark stripe of fur.
Eyes - Amber
Place of Birth - Twolegplace
Gender - She-cat
Age - 48 Moons
Status - Medicine Cat
If Apprentice: Mentor, not optional
Appearance - Ivystripe is a sleek, dark gray tabby she-cat with pale amber eyes. She is of a fairly average size for a she-cat though her body shape is a bit more wiry than is expected of a Thunderclan cat. She is by no means dainty though, her legs and body are long as is her tail. She is not bulky and muscular but just like her body type she has wiry muscle and not weak but resilient and quick. Her fur is short but sleek and mainly a dark brownish-gray. She has very distinct black tabby stripes that thinly frame her face but become thicker down her body and at her tail. Her fur is kept clean and in part due to its length it stays clean fairly easily and she does not often have to worry too much of burrs sticking to it. Her eyes are round and a pale amber colored accented by a dark stripe of fur.
personality
Ivystripe is a very high energy she-cat, she never seems to stop whether it be from actual physical movement or just from talking someones ear off. She truly does love to talk, she will keep a cat for hours if someone dares to ask about a story or some herb. Sometimes they don't even have to ask, if she it putting something on you she makes sure you know what it is and will treat any warrior like some simple apprentice.
Overall though she can be a kind, sympathetic cat she will help anyone no matter who they are. She is not a cat of spite, at her age she likes to think she has seen and heard it all, even a scornful warrior will need treatment one day and they will be treated as anyone else.
She can be quite overbearing in her care though, as long as someone is under her care they are her denmate for the time being. Cats in her den can't do anything without her knowledge or permission. She is very tough about how she keeps her herbs and where she keeps them, she hates to have them messed with and it is one of the only things that will truly make her mad. Her den must be kept clean, she spends plenty of time making sure its perfectly neat. Even nests have their proper spots and do not move unless due to the utmost need.
She enjoys exploring the territory, it helps burn off some of the pent up energy she always has and it can be relaxing, sometimes she will bring back herbs when she sees them but more often then not she takes the time so she can be by herself and forget for a brief time what her duties are.
She does not like her history to be brought up or the fact she was not born Thunderclan. While she is not ashamed of her past she is easily annoyed by those who think she is less than anyone else due to her birthplace.
Overall though she can be a kind, sympathetic cat she will help anyone no matter who they are. She is not a cat of spite, at her age she likes to think she has seen and heard it all, even a scornful warrior will need treatment one day and they will be treated as anyone else.
She can be quite overbearing in her care though, as long as someone is under her care they are her denmate for the time being. Cats in her den can't do anything without her knowledge or permission. She is very tough about how she keeps her herbs and where she keeps them, she hates to have them messed with and it is one of the only things that will truly make her mad. Her den must be kept clean, she spends plenty of time making sure its perfectly neat. Even nests have their proper spots and do not move unless due to the utmost need.
She enjoys exploring the territory, it helps burn off some of the pent up energy she always has and it can be relaxing, sometimes she will bring back herbs when she sees them but more often then not she takes the time so she can be by herself and forget for a brief time what her duties are.
She does not like her history to be brought up or the fact she was not born Thunderclan. While she is not ashamed of her past she is easily annoyed by those who think she is less than anyone else due to her birthplace.
history
She was not always Ivystripe of Thunderclan, a long time ago she was not even a part of a clan but born to a house within the suburbs or what is more often known as the Twoleg Place.
Her mother was a little tabby cat named Polly who was a housecat that often left her home's back yard to explore and meet the other cats in the neighborhood. It was in one of these outings that she met the large, rugged loner named Mighty. She developed a major crush on him in an instant, he was handsome and cunning and very, very attentive to her. However he had no home, he was a wanderer and would often travel fairly far but he stayed in the neighbor hood for Polly. He soon began to visit her home nearly every day and eventually it was no surprise to them when Polly became pregnant.
Unfortunately it became quite the surprise to her housefolk and for reasons the little she-cat could not understand she was locked inside the home. Mighty tried to visit but he could only see her through the glass, could only watch as her stomach swelled by the day.
As is the normal course of nature Polly finally gave birth to three healthy kittens. Gazelle, Xena, and lastly was Nightingale who will later become Ivystripe. The first few months of growing up was pretty typical, they were strong and well fed and Polly was even allowed out again to see Mighty though the kittens being still young had yet to meet their father.
Finally came the day where they could meet him, Mighty thought he would burst with pride when he saw them. A son and two daughters he could not of wanted more in his life. The tom Gazelle looked so much like him all gray and tabby while Xena was more brown like her mother and Nightingale was more of a mix of the two but nevertheless they looked like a perfect family.
Then when they were about 3 months old the kits would have to be separated from their family. Polly knew this was coming, it had happened to her friend's kits and every other she-cat she knew who had children. She had tried to talk to her kits about it but was met with protests from the kittens but there was no stopping the housefolk, as far as Polly was concerned they did what they wanted.
Mighty was highly distraught, the former wanderer thought that maybe he had found a place to settle. He had a picture of life with his mate and three kits and maybe even them all traveling together but it was too late by the time he had come to find Polly. The kits were gone to other, unknown households. It was then he made a decision, the couple may not be able to get their kits back but he would make sure this would not happen again. He and Polly left the houses and instead of searching for their kits decided to make it out on their own and start up somewhere else.
Meanwhile Nightingale was without her family in a strange place and eventually a strange house with strange housefolk. She was incredibly upset, the foreign place terrified her and she wanted her parents and siblings. She did not know her brother and sister were gone somewhere else or that her parents had left their own home. Instead she thought maybe she could make it back to her home if she could just escape.
She found out that she had access to the backyard like her mother had back home. However there was a fence that she quickly realized she could not climb, she was all too small. She spent months in the home and never warmed up, always trying to figure a way out.
One day as she was exploring her yard she noticed in the small garden her housefolk kept she saw an area within an older bush where the leaves were falling. It was what the clans would consider Leaf-fall at this point and Nightingale hadn't notice before but behind the bush was a hole in the fence. She had found her escape.
It would not all go as planned though for as she squeezed through she did not see a row of houses in front of her but a dark, foreboding forest. Certain though that if she kept walking she would find her former home she went into the forest never knowing what she would ever find.
What she did find was a place so foreign and strange, stranger than the housefolk she was made to live with. She did not know how long she wandered or where she was going but she eventually grew very tired and very weak. She settled in a dry spot and eventually fell asleep.
When she woke she was not home nor was she where she had fallen asleep but instead in a strange den. It was warm, smelled strongly of what she could only say as wild but still had a familiar scent of milk. She remembered being oddly comforted by the smells no matter how odd they were.
"She's awake," a strange voice made her focus and look around. Two odd she-cats looked down at her.
"Poor thing nearly froze in the forest, its so close to Leaf-Bare. We must tell Barkstar." One of them said suddenly sniffing at Nightingale who flinched away from her, her gaze softened.
"Come on, little one you must go see our leader." She didn't move but one of the she-cats had left and soon she heard strange noises and a cat yelling, she was shuffled out by one of the cats. Later she would learned what she had heard was the leader Barkstar calling a clan meeting. It was here her life would be truly changed forever.
There was a lot of talking, many cats were looking at her and then at the leader saying something about kittypets and how they did not belong. It was awhile before she realized they meant her. Still, many cats also talked about how cold it was and how they could not just abandoned a kit.
"We need more apprentices, more warriors in our clan. Times are going to be hard this coming season and Starclan would frown at such a chance to welcome new blood." He had said, silencing most of the clan. The big, dark brown tom looked down at Nightingale, finally addressing her.
"What say you? If you join our clan, we will give you food in shelter if you promise to work hard." While she still was a bit confused she was desperate and Nightingale had agreed to join.
For awhile Nightingale was given a test run of the clan, a chance to learn of Thunderclan and their customs before officially becoming a clan cat. It was during these times she had fallen in love with the aspect of clan life and steadily began to see it as her own.
She was around 8 moons old when and had been in the clan for around a moon before another clan meeting was held. It was here her name was changed to Ivypaw an official apprentice of Thunderclan. Her mentor was a tom named Sandthroat who was fairly indifferent about her being a former kittypet, he only cared about how she worked and how strong she was. She was a very active, young she-cat and while she struggled with some aspects of clan life she made up for it in her boundless energy and enthusiasm for everything. As she was nearing her end of her apprenticeship it was almost as if she had always been Thunderclan and soon memories of her old home seem to fade.
While some of her clanmates protested, Ivypaw eventually became a warrior. Now Ivystripe she still had to deal with her kittypet blood by being challenged by some other warriors who never got over her. Saying she was not good enough to be a warrior. She was one though now, she brushed their comments off quietly. She became a fairly well rounded warrior. Decent hunter and fighter but never anything over exciting and for the most part she settled into her duties.
One day, still a young warrior she went on patrol with Sandthroat and another clanmate, it was suppose to be a normal patrol, mark some things, maybe hunt a little but as they got deep into the forests a terrible scent came to the cats.
The smell of badger was carried by the wind, it was strong and close. One cat turned tail to go warn the clan and get reinforcements, they would not be enough even for a lone badger.
As they scented it out suddenly the badger came from a burrow hidden by the thick undergrowth and the thickness of the trees. The creature attacked Sandthroat first but Ivystripe was quick on her feet and jumped on the creatures back and soon the two cats were going back and forth to fight it off. Just before help could arrive though the badger clamp powerful jaws on Ivystripes's back leg, making her drag herself to safety as someone else drove the animal off.
In the next few days she spent a long time in the Medicine cat's den, just trying to find out if her leg would ever get better. She was young though, and the medicine cat Whiteberry talented, her leg was saved despite a bit of soreness and a large scar.
A moon later she was allowed to carry onto her normal warrior duties. As she focused on helping her clan though she found herself talking to Whiteberry often, enjoying the company of the calm, cheerful tom. Every now and again when she wasn't patrolling or hunting he would show her around the den and teach her about herbs. It was soon she realized she didn't want to be a warrior anymore, she wanted to be Whiteberry's apprentice.
At first the leader was reluctant to let the young warrior become an apprentice again but with urging from Whiteberry, who was old and had yet to take an apprentice, Ivystripe finally was able to move into the medicine cat's den.
For the passing seasons she was content helping her mentor as much as possible and slowly she started taking over more and more tasks until Whiteberry announced her as the new medicine cat and he retired.
It was almost painful to see the tom retire, she visited him often but more than she liked to. Every time she saw him something was always wrong. A cough, sore throat, cramps and more. She went through three more leaf bares taking care of Whiteberry before the tom finally passed. It was bittersweet, she knew he was in pain but to this day she severely misses the old cat. With every passing moon though, she finds herself more and more worried of her own mortality. While she is in her prime, she has become terrified of death.
Meanwhile, Mighty and Polly live comfortably on their own as loners while their first litter of kits remain unknown to them.
Her mother was a little tabby cat named Polly who was a housecat that often left her home's back yard to explore and meet the other cats in the neighborhood. It was in one of these outings that she met the large, rugged loner named Mighty. She developed a major crush on him in an instant, he was handsome and cunning and very, very attentive to her. However he had no home, he was a wanderer and would often travel fairly far but he stayed in the neighbor hood for Polly. He soon began to visit her home nearly every day and eventually it was no surprise to them when Polly became pregnant.
Unfortunately it became quite the surprise to her housefolk and for reasons the little she-cat could not understand she was locked inside the home. Mighty tried to visit but he could only see her through the glass, could only watch as her stomach swelled by the day.
As is the normal course of nature Polly finally gave birth to three healthy kittens. Gazelle, Xena, and lastly was Nightingale who will later become Ivystripe. The first few months of growing up was pretty typical, they were strong and well fed and Polly was even allowed out again to see Mighty though the kittens being still young had yet to meet their father.
Finally came the day where they could meet him, Mighty thought he would burst with pride when he saw them. A son and two daughters he could not of wanted more in his life. The tom Gazelle looked so much like him all gray and tabby while Xena was more brown like her mother and Nightingale was more of a mix of the two but nevertheless they looked like a perfect family.
Then when they were about 3 months old the kits would have to be separated from their family. Polly knew this was coming, it had happened to her friend's kits and every other she-cat she knew who had children. She had tried to talk to her kits about it but was met with protests from the kittens but there was no stopping the housefolk, as far as Polly was concerned they did what they wanted.
Mighty was highly distraught, the former wanderer thought that maybe he had found a place to settle. He had a picture of life with his mate and three kits and maybe even them all traveling together but it was too late by the time he had come to find Polly. The kits were gone to other, unknown households. It was then he made a decision, the couple may not be able to get their kits back but he would make sure this would not happen again. He and Polly left the houses and instead of searching for their kits decided to make it out on their own and start up somewhere else.
Meanwhile Nightingale was without her family in a strange place and eventually a strange house with strange housefolk. She was incredibly upset, the foreign place terrified her and she wanted her parents and siblings. She did not know her brother and sister were gone somewhere else or that her parents had left their own home. Instead she thought maybe she could make it back to her home if she could just escape.
She found out that she had access to the backyard like her mother had back home. However there was a fence that she quickly realized she could not climb, she was all too small. She spent months in the home and never warmed up, always trying to figure a way out.
One day as she was exploring her yard she noticed in the small garden her housefolk kept she saw an area within an older bush where the leaves were falling. It was what the clans would consider Leaf-fall at this point and Nightingale hadn't notice before but behind the bush was a hole in the fence. She had found her escape.
It would not all go as planned though for as she squeezed through she did not see a row of houses in front of her but a dark, foreboding forest. Certain though that if she kept walking she would find her former home she went into the forest never knowing what she would ever find.
What she did find was a place so foreign and strange, stranger than the housefolk she was made to live with. She did not know how long she wandered or where she was going but she eventually grew very tired and very weak. She settled in a dry spot and eventually fell asleep.
When she woke she was not home nor was she where she had fallen asleep but instead in a strange den. It was warm, smelled strongly of what she could only say as wild but still had a familiar scent of milk. She remembered being oddly comforted by the smells no matter how odd they were.
"She's awake," a strange voice made her focus and look around. Two odd she-cats looked down at her.
"Poor thing nearly froze in the forest, its so close to Leaf-Bare. We must tell Barkstar." One of them said suddenly sniffing at Nightingale who flinched away from her, her gaze softened.
"Come on, little one you must go see our leader." She didn't move but one of the she-cats had left and soon she heard strange noises and a cat yelling, she was shuffled out by one of the cats. Later she would learned what she had heard was the leader Barkstar calling a clan meeting. It was here her life would be truly changed forever.
There was a lot of talking, many cats were looking at her and then at the leader saying something about kittypets and how they did not belong. It was awhile before she realized they meant her. Still, many cats also talked about how cold it was and how they could not just abandoned a kit.
"We need more apprentices, more warriors in our clan. Times are going to be hard this coming season and Starclan would frown at such a chance to welcome new blood." He had said, silencing most of the clan. The big, dark brown tom looked down at Nightingale, finally addressing her.
"What say you? If you join our clan, we will give you food in shelter if you promise to work hard." While she still was a bit confused she was desperate and Nightingale had agreed to join.
For awhile Nightingale was given a test run of the clan, a chance to learn of Thunderclan and their customs before officially becoming a clan cat. It was during these times she had fallen in love with the aspect of clan life and steadily began to see it as her own.
She was around 8 moons old when and had been in the clan for around a moon before another clan meeting was held. It was here her name was changed to Ivypaw an official apprentice of Thunderclan. Her mentor was a tom named Sandthroat who was fairly indifferent about her being a former kittypet, he only cared about how she worked and how strong she was. She was a very active, young she-cat and while she struggled with some aspects of clan life she made up for it in her boundless energy and enthusiasm for everything. As she was nearing her end of her apprenticeship it was almost as if she had always been Thunderclan and soon memories of her old home seem to fade.
While some of her clanmates protested, Ivypaw eventually became a warrior. Now Ivystripe she still had to deal with her kittypet blood by being challenged by some other warriors who never got over her. Saying she was not good enough to be a warrior. She was one though now, she brushed their comments off quietly. She became a fairly well rounded warrior. Decent hunter and fighter but never anything over exciting and for the most part she settled into her duties.
One day, still a young warrior she went on patrol with Sandthroat and another clanmate, it was suppose to be a normal patrol, mark some things, maybe hunt a little but as they got deep into the forests a terrible scent came to the cats.
The smell of badger was carried by the wind, it was strong and close. One cat turned tail to go warn the clan and get reinforcements, they would not be enough even for a lone badger.
As they scented it out suddenly the badger came from a burrow hidden by the thick undergrowth and the thickness of the trees. The creature attacked Sandthroat first but Ivystripe was quick on her feet and jumped on the creatures back and soon the two cats were going back and forth to fight it off. Just before help could arrive though the badger clamp powerful jaws on Ivystripes's back leg, making her drag herself to safety as someone else drove the animal off.
In the next few days she spent a long time in the Medicine cat's den, just trying to find out if her leg would ever get better. She was young though, and the medicine cat Whiteberry talented, her leg was saved despite a bit of soreness and a large scar.
A moon later she was allowed to carry onto her normal warrior duties. As she focused on helping her clan though she found herself talking to Whiteberry often, enjoying the company of the calm, cheerful tom. Every now and again when she wasn't patrolling or hunting he would show her around the den and teach her about herbs. It was soon she realized she didn't want to be a warrior anymore, she wanted to be Whiteberry's apprentice.
At first the leader was reluctant to let the young warrior become an apprentice again but with urging from Whiteberry, who was old and had yet to take an apprentice, Ivystripe finally was able to move into the medicine cat's den.
For the passing seasons she was content helping her mentor as much as possible and slowly she started taking over more and more tasks until Whiteberry announced her as the new medicine cat and he retired.
It was almost painful to see the tom retire, she visited him often but more than she liked to. Every time she saw him something was always wrong. A cough, sore throat, cramps and more. She went through three more leaf bares taking care of Whiteberry before the tom finally passed. It was bittersweet, she knew he was in pain but to this day she severely misses the old cat. With every passing moon though, she finds herself more and more worried of her own mortality. While she is in her prime, she has become terrified of death.
Meanwhile, Mighty and Polly live comfortably on their own as loners while their first litter of kits remain unknown to them.
roleplay sample
It was a cool morning, a light breeze flowed through the medicine cat's den which made Ivystripe stir in her nests and blink open her amber eyes. She practically glared at the sunlight that was filtering through. She knew that warm feeling sunlight was deceiving, it was leaf-bare and nothing could be so inviting this time of day. Still the dark gray tabby finally uncurled and left her warm nest to venture out into camp.
She had been right, a layer of snow covered most of the camp but the sun still shone high in the sky making the snow glitter and shine underfoot.
She sighed, she sometimes wondered what she could really do as a medicine cat during Leaf-Bare and it was times like this she missed being a warrior but she knew that if the snow lasted she would have plenty of coughing and sniffling clanmates that would help keep her company for the season.
As she debated between checking on the elders or going out and trying to collect any remaining herbs a queen bounded up to her, the she-cat's thick, white fur almost blended in with the snow.
"Ivystripe! Oh, Wrenkit has not been eating, I don't know what to do!" the queen, Swanflower cried out trying to push the medicine cat towards the nursery.
"I'm going Swanflower, please calm down I cannot give you poppy seeds while you nurse." She pointed out as she trotted away from her trying to get to the nursery first. Inside she saw young Wrenkit curled up in a ball, shivering and looking meek.
"Little Wrenkit, what's the matter?" She asked softly, sniffing her gently. The kit smelled clean, no sign of sickness on her breath and as she pressed her nose to the kit's flank she didn't detect a fever but noticed she was almost cold. The kit hardly moved.
"Swanflower, please come here," As the queen came in, Ivystripe continued to talk "She's freezing, have you not been here to keep her warm?" The queen shuffled awkwardly, it was here that Ivystripe noticed how young the queen seemed. She remembered it had been hardly a few moons ago that the queen had been a '-paw'.
"It's leaf-bare, I need to do my duties. . ." she trailed off after seeing the look in the other cats face.
"You need to be here constantly! Wrenkit will freeze to death you mouse-brain!" She growled at her shaking her head. She quickly told the queen to stay in the nursery and around Wrenkit while she went into her den for herbs.
She knew a few herbs to help treat a cat when they were cold and wet, but a young kit that was just cold and hungry? She was unsure. Finally she settled on a bit of honeycomb and went back to he nursery dropping it before the kit. Urging her to eat it, Wrenkit sniffed and opened her eyes when she noticed the sweet scent and licked it up.
"Stay here and keep her warm, its too cold for you to leave if you have to get up call a warrior or somethng to watch over her. She will need milk and maybe some prey soon, I can't just feed her honey." She scolded again, watching was Swanflower seemed to grow even more embarrassed by the medicine cat but still she nodded slowly.
Sighing loudly, Ivystripe left she had plenty of other duties to do today and watching someone else kit was not in her plans.
She had been right, a layer of snow covered most of the camp but the sun still shone high in the sky making the snow glitter and shine underfoot.
She sighed, she sometimes wondered what she could really do as a medicine cat during Leaf-Bare and it was times like this she missed being a warrior but she knew that if the snow lasted she would have plenty of coughing and sniffling clanmates that would help keep her company for the season.
As she debated between checking on the elders or going out and trying to collect any remaining herbs a queen bounded up to her, the she-cat's thick, white fur almost blended in with the snow.
"Ivystripe! Oh, Wrenkit has not been eating, I don't know what to do!" the queen, Swanflower cried out trying to push the medicine cat towards the nursery.
"I'm going Swanflower, please calm down I cannot give you poppy seeds while you nurse." She pointed out as she trotted away from her trying to get to the nursery first. Inside she saw young Wrenkit curled up in a ball, shivering and looking meek.
"Little Wrenkit, what's the matter?" She asked softly, sniffing her gently. The kit smelled clean, no sign of sickness on her breath and as she pressed her nose to the kit's flank she didn't detect a fever but noticed she was almost cold. The kit hardly moved.
"Swanflower, please come here," As the queen came in, Ivystripe continued to talk "She's freezing, have you not been here to keep her warm?" The queen shuffled awkwardly, it was here that Ivystripe noticed how young the queen seemed. She remembered it had been hardly a few moons ago that the queen had been a '-paw'.
"It's leaf-bare, I need to do my duties. . ." she trailed off after seeing the look in the other cats face.
"You need to be here constantly! Wrenkit will freeze to death you mouse-brain!" She growled at her shaking her head. She quickly told the queen to stay in the nursery and around Wrenkit while she went into her den for herbs.
She knew a few herbs to help treat a cat when they were cold and wet, but a young kit that was just cold and hungry? She was unsure. Finally she settled on a bit of honeycomb and went back to he nursery dropping it before the kit. Urging her to eat it, Wrenkit sniffed and opened her eyes when she noticed the sweet scent and licked it up.
"Stay here and keep her warm, its too cold for you to leave if you have to get up call a warrior or somethng to watch over her. She will need milk and maybe some prey soon, I can't just feed her honey." She scolded again, watching was Swanflower seemed to grow even more embarrassed by the medicine cat but still she nodded slowly.
Sighing loudly, Ivystripe left she had plenty of other duties to do today and watching someone else kit was not in her plans.
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