[ravenstorm]

Character Name: ravenstorm
Character Age: fifty moons
Character Gender: tom
Character Sexuality: asexual [homoromantic]
Character's Clan: thunderclan
Character's Rank: warrior

Short description: A tom with yellow-green eyes and a long jet black pelt. (x)

Physical Description: Like a muddied night, Ravenstorm is well suited to his moniker. He is large, burly, intimidating and most certainly not a teddy bear, or as he would call it a "push over". He has a long black pelt which seems to carry traces of darkness and hidden mysteries everywhere he steps; many ask him why he is not a ShadowClanner, to which he replies that he was chosen by ThunderClan for a reason and he will remain loyal until he dies. His nose is also black as is his almost comical large tail and his muzzle is quite pronounced. He has a dignified, if almost distant air, with long silvery whiskers. His ears are wide and pointed and the insides of them are a maroon ashen colour. Around his neck is his chest fur tinged with palimpsest dark brown tones, which gives him a kind of macabre lion's mane. Aside from this, his grey paw-pads and his piercing green eyes, there is no color on the tom; he is, by definition, the colour of emptiness, of nothing.

Personality: Ravenstorm is a hard-worker, and dedicated to the tasks that must be done around the clan. He does not tolerate foolishness, willful ignorance or brash behavior, and supports those in charge with a healthy amount of gusto. He believes strongly in the power of his clan and in the duty of all of those within it to contribute appropriately. His top priority is the security of his clanmates and family and he will offer his own life to defend what he believes to be noble and righteous. In short, he is a tom with specific values and morals which he will uphold without question.

His lack of questioning the rules may seem somewhat naive, though given his many moons of experience it would be more out of a desire to appear a conformist. He dislikes any abrupt change and though slow to anger, if an unfortunate cat were to break one of the laws he would not hesitate to crack down on them with mighty precision. In this sense he can seem incredibly strict and unforgiving - perhaps even ruthless - but he simply sees himself as effective. Though, in truth, he does enjoy the occasional free time he earns, he prefers to be working on strategic planning, knowing what the prey count of the day is and making sure everything is in order. And trying to pull a joke on Ravenstorm, especially a practical one, is unwise; he has a dictionary in his mind of all the pranks that any apprentice or young warrior would wish to pull - kits, of course, are an exception, though only just.

Although Ravenstorm is incredibly loyal and devoted to the clan and his work, he has a great difficulty in forming loyal romantic or sexual relationships. Though he may offer his life to his friends and family he trusts most, his passion is difficult to find, which translates to a true difficulty in securing a mate. Whether this is a result of his disinterest in relationships or if it is he is simply unfamiliar in new terrain is uncertain. What is certain however is that Ravenstorm is very much shy, speaking only when necessary and part of this is due to a dreadful feeling that is all too familiar: insecurity.

History:

"Ravenkit."

Why did they name him that? When his other siblings were named Lark-kit, Dapplekit and Poppykit, he wondered why they had given a name that was so seemingly different, at least in connotations. He, of course, was the only black kit of the litter; Lark-kit was a pale ginger tabby, Dapplekit a tortoiseshell and Poppykit a red tabby. So it was his mother, then, that passed on her traits down to him: long fur, black pelt, green eyes. They were the spitting image of each other. Perhaps that's why it caused him so many troubles.

His mother, Nightfeather, was not known for a good reputation. She was not well liked, often grumpy or demeaning, and generally had a bitter disposition. Though, as his father said, there was "good in everyone", and thus she fell in "love" - whether it can be called love or lust is debatable - with a tom named Greyfur. At first, she decided that the idea of kits was abhorrent; kits were a burden, a block to a career of success at the highest ranks of social structure in the clan. Even the most stubborn can be persuaded, when it is a dark and cold and young night full of fervor and passion. So, she had kits two moons later, to everyone's great surprise. They never believed she would ever settle down, not only because she was not maternal, but also because she could never make her mind up about toms, which is why it was believed for some time that she was not attracted to toms, though this was untrue. She was only attracted to smart, handsome, diligent, respected toms. Greyfur turned out to be none of these.

Having used her as a kind of vessel to fulfill a narcissistic desire to have his own genes propagated, Greyfur left her promptly, when the kits were only a few moons old. Nightfeather did not speak much of him, except to call him words such as "fox-dung" or "heartless coward"; Raven didn't know what those words meant, back then. None of them did.

So maybe that was why she gave him that name, to make him proud of his heritage, the only part that he truly knew, even if it was stilted, emotionless, empty. It was still love, in an anxious and awkward way. When other kits would caress their mothers and they would purr with devotion Ravenkit found himself occupied by other things, not because he was brilliant or bright or a "genius" but because he was suffering from another condition altogether: neglect.

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Ravenpaw was not the fastest, nor the strongest, nor the most intelligent. He did not possess a mind or a body of an uncommon mold. However, his mentor found something within him that distinguished him from many, and that was perhaps even more inspiring as it was entirely earned: a strong work ethic and sense of duty. Perhaps he was compensating for a lack of parental affection, perhaps he thought that through this he would be able to rectify the wrongs of his family. Whatever the reason, Ivytail saw something in him, though with her stern nature and direct manner often bordering on harsh, it was never said publicly. Ravenpaw learned to pick up on clues, gestures, undertones. Perhaps that was why he found relationships so hard; he knew everyone was a liar.

"I want you to come back here in two shakes of a fox's leg with the best prey you can find. Go." There was never an exclamation with Ivytail, everything was subdued but forced, any expression of opinion was too uncouth. In a way he liked it; after all, how could he deal with the anaphema of 'emotions', but at the same time he wanted to improve and thus he needed feedback. He returned with a bird. She didn't comment.

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Ravenstorm was made a warrior at exactly the same time as everyone else, perfectly average, perfectly predictable. He was frustrated when his brother Larkflight who was clearly less devoted but much more naturally skilled graduated a moon earlier. Though it was such a short period of time it sparked in the tom a desire to be better, to aspire to greater things, to become stronger. He trained with patience and precision, and in the span of some moons his strength improved, relatively. He would never be as good a hunter as Larkflight was in the way he was a fighter, but he knew that he earned his position and in a sense that was more noble.

Following this he explored the realm of love but to no avail. Wherever he searched for love it could not be found. He didn't believe the adage of "let love find you". In retrospect, perhaps he should have, but he was too busy with developing his knowledge of strategy, of fighting, of war. Would he ever know that one day he might find himself in a war that's too big for just one cat?

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