raventail, deputy of windclan

[alder]

I. appearance Raventail is primarily a black cat with small amounts of white on his muzzle, chest, and paws. His fur is of medium length, not quite short enough to appear sleek but not quite long enough to keep away a chill wind. Hot days and cold days are alike to him in their level of discomfort, as he's not suited to either. When it comes to his build, Raventail once again finds himself at a point of 'in-between'. In general, he's considered a short cat -- especially by WindClan standards, since he didn't inherit the Clan's characteristically long legs. Raventail isn't lanky like his Clanmates; rather, he leans a little more on the stocky side when compared to his WindClan brethren. But according to those outside of the Clan, Raventail is average at best (if not a tad smaller than usual). ii. personality -patient -resolute -tactful -sometimes too single-minded -meticulous, gets caught up in details -too cautious/hesitant Raventail's most admirable trait would have to be his determination. He falls in love with the process -- there's a certain joy to be found in problem-solving and hard work. Raventail isn't easily deterred when he sets his mind to do something, which can sometimes lead to him becoming too fixated on one thing. Raventail works at a slow, steady pace. He's quite meticulous; his eye for detail is a considerable talent, although he occasionally falls victim to getting caught up in the details. In the end, though, his ability to concentrate and organize has been a valuable skill in his position. His determination is due in part to his patience. This trait affects several areas of his life, most notably his interaction with other cats. Raventail is an even-tempered tom -- his calm, friendly nature makes him fairly easy to get along with. He isn't bothered by listening to someone vent or simply talk for long periods of time. He'll gladly explain something again and again, rarely seeming frustrated or annoyed. In general, Raventail does well at the social aspects of his position. He's quite tactful when dealing with difficult issues. He purposefully aims to be the cat others can trust in and open up to about anything. Maintaining relationships is particularly interesting to him, and he'll devote quite a bit of his time to bonding with his Clanmates. Although Raventail's calm, cautious manner can come in handy at times, it can also become a hindrance. At times Raventail is too careful, causing him to hesitate at the wrong times. Generally, he's a confident cat but his meticulous tendencies may lead to perfectionism and cause him to spend too much time in the "planning stages" rather than actually putting those plans into action. He's trying to work on this, but finding a balance has always been something he's struggled with. iii. family Nightfang - father, 62 moons Sagenose - mother, 59 moons Dovewhisker - brother, 45 moons Mallowclaw - temp. mate, 49 moons Badgerpelt - daughter, 17 moons (possibly more to be added later, really up for any ic relations for him) iv. history -born to young warriors Nightfang and Sagenose -visibly smaller than his brother and not as lithe -becomes an apprentice -is not talented at catching rabbits or running fast -was still agile and light on his feet, perfected his pouncing ability -worked hard at developing his hunting and fighting ability, specifically the latter where he learned to hold his own with larger opponents -became a warrior, earned the suffix -tail for his agility -trained a few apprentices over his time as a warrior -his best friend, mallowclaw, shares her desire to become a queen -raventail and mallowclaw become temporary mates, only to give mallowclaw kits -badgerkit is born -becomes deputy (just a quick summary, i'll come back to this and add to it/clean it up.) v. roleplay sample As Blizzardstar began to address the Clan, Briarstorm emerged from the camp entrance. He wasn't really listening as he strode across the clearing to his den, disappearing inside. Adderpaw's scent immediately burned at his throat and he hesitated. Her absence at his side was like a missing limb -- ghostly and uncomfortable. How many times today he had missed a beat, expecting the tabby to be at his left shoulder out of habit? How many times had he turned to that wrongfully empty space before he reminded himself? Snatching a dark leafy herb, Briarstorm exited the den as quickly as he could. Blizzardstar's mention of his name drew his attention and kept him from leaving the camp entirely. "Briarstorm, would you be so kind as to take one warrior with you and see how the other clans are doing? I need an assessment report." As the leader paused, Briarstorm processed this order incredulously. He huffed in irritation, simultaneously releasing the leaves in his mouth in a puff of air. Nearby warriors gave him a curious look, then averted his darkly furious gaze. His mind was elsewhere as he began to gather the herbs. I'm busy enough with this Clan without having to worry about the others! Injured cats to attend to, plants to check, relatives to be comforted... Briarstorm batted a leaf toward himself with one mud-caked paw. He had buried too many Clanmates today. Adderpaw had been the first, but there had been little time to mourn her. Without her help, the solemn duty of medicine cat weighed entirely upon Briarstorm. He usually liked to work alone, but the effects of the tornado required a collaborative effort. This wasn't a time for arguing. The dark tabby tom regarded the pile of herbs before him with a hollow expression. Thyme, for nervous breakdowns. Such herbs were commonly depleted following large scale tragedies like these. The tornado had destroyed many of his herbal plants, as it probably had for the other medicine cats. Yes, it would be good to check in on his colleagues. He doubted Blizzardstar was the type to have charity in mind, however. Briarstorm eyed the leader skeptically. Keeping tabs on the other Clans was just everyday business, definitely not exclusive to ShadowClan. And sending a medicine cat was far more reasonable, considering the circumstances. Medicine cats were well-known and respected, but not considered overly threatening. Especially in the event that a fellow medicine cat had been injured or killed, Briarstorm could lend his assistance. Blizzardstar had long since finished, and the Clan was dispersing to execute their assigned tasks. Briarstorm turned to his den again, deciding to bring a small assortment of herbs with him. He'd make whatever warrior who accompanied him carry some as well. But who would he feel comfortable choosing? Briarstorm loved his Clanmates, even the stupid ones, but Clan diplomacy required tact and grace. Basically everything their medicine cat wasn't. Raventail 45 moons Tom WindClan Deputy Alder

[.. luxx ..]

Accepted! WindClan deputy, whoop!