Ravenflight | Mistralclan leader

Name: ravenflight
Gender: tom
Age:20 moons
Loyalty:mistralclan
Rank: leader


seems so long ago since we were carefree

ravenflight is a large to with a thick medium-length, solid black pelt. he has silver mittens and underbelly. there are a few silver stripes here and there, yet most are muted into his dark pelt.
he upholds a fierce, unforgiving hazel-green gaze. although described as “unforgiving”, they are actually usually bright and bubbly! they shine when he’s in a good mood, yet darken and fog up when he’s pushed to a limit [which, might i add, rarely ever happens]. it depends on your approach.
his paws are larger than they seem, which may or may not run throughout his family’s bloodline. the thick, rough padding beneath them are what keep him from bruising easily while on the move, at high speed chase. those blooming paws are connected squarely to the long, strong legs, expected of mistralclan members. his shoulders are broad and wide, which seem to throw many off. they’re only a bonus for speed in his case, being as though he knows full and well how to use them. on the run, he looks flawless and majestic, being as though that’s most when he’s at full focus. the dark pelted cat he is, he moves like a shadow in the night, agile and without hesitation.
he’s a very handsome tom, large, tall, well-muscled. thin whiskers, grey nose, faint silver stripes on his cheeks. his facial features and grace alike make him a bit more approachable. his pure white, razor-like fangs and claws, on the other hand…well that’s a whole other story. overall, this tom is a jewel of a feline world, that – at this point – continues to become a bit more fascinating, no matter what his visual flaws.



photographs lost in time are all i see

KIND | LOYAL | COURAGEOUS | QUIET | HUMOROUS | HEAD-STRONG | DARING | FEARLESS | WILLING | LOVING | INTELLIGENT

at first glance, others take this tom as a dark [zero pun intended], mysterious cat who’d rather be left alone than not, but that’s not the case. in fact, it’s the complete opposite. it’s true he isn’t always that much of a talker, but he’s far from dark or mysterious. he’s actually a very funny, nurturing character.
he’s often very funny without even meaning to, being as though his sarcasm level tends to be at it’s highest. the sarcasm links itself with his fearlessness, because he will be openly sarcastic and try to get into one’s mind without them even noticing.
what’s fearless about it is that: he’ll do it to anyone for pointers and advantages. it’s not always a bad thing, but it’s definitely something to look out for.
apart of his, “ i’m not afraid of anyone” attitude, ravenflight isn’t afraid to challenge others. he often taunts, but the challenge finds other ways of showing itself. don’t think less of him because of this, he has a heart.
he’s very protective of his clanmates and often says he feels maternal to them. it’s never been a lie. ever. some come to him for advice, being as though he puts allot of thought into certain things.
even on the battle field. he has 2.9 seconds to make up his mind: fight or flight, and if fight, how? for whom? because he never fights without a cause or something/someone to fight for. that’s just who he is.
overall, this cat is a surprise when proven not always mature as everyone thinks he is, but he always manages to deem his worth and lion-heartedness in the end.



a pointless nostalgic - that's me - that's me

Mother: morningwillow
Father: foxbane
Sibling(s): none/only child
Mentor: a she-cat named cheetahspots, to whom died days after his warrior ceremony
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A


thoughts running 'round my head today

kithood

back to where it all began. little ravenkit was born of the noble, morningwillow, a loyal mistralclan warrior. well, it seemed as if she were loyal. what most didn’t know was, morningwillow had a secret lover. his name was train, a loner to whom took shelter right off the edge of mistralclan territory. train was good to the she-cat, loved her with all his heart. he loved her to the point where, when he found out she was pregnant, he offered to come live with her in the clan. although she was flattered by his offer, the idea scared the she-cat. what would her clan think? with hesitation in her mind, yet love in her heart, she accepted the offer and allowed train to come back to camp with her. typically, she was scolded, but train was allowed to stay and was renamed, foxbane, in honor of his pelt. they raised their only child, ravenkit ,together in the shelter of the clan - even with the slight distrust of others -.

apprenticeship 

by now, little ravenkit had grown into a lovely young apprentice. ravenpaw. except, ravenpaw had a huge problem. not with his mentor, cheetahspots, no, never with her, but with his own emotions. he was insecure, about almost everything. he never thought he was strong enough or fast enough, he just put himself down all the time. i’m nothing he’d tell himself in the dead of night when he couldn’t fall asleep. maybe it was because of the teasing he had to endure, maybe it was the mourning of his father’s death, but either way he could only ever think: i’m worthless. when everyone else seemed to be against him – even his own mother - , there was one cat who saw it in him and pushed him to be great. typically, that cat was cheetahspots.
ravenpaw lay on the ground, feeling weak and defeated. training was hard on him, she was hard on him.
“ get up.”
“ cheetahspots, plea-“
“ i said get up, ravenpaw! you can’t keep moping around and letting yourself lose. that’s not how it works.”
the young tom let out one last huff of breath, gathered all his strength, and leaped forcefully off the ground toward his mentor. the attack was powerful enough to knock the she-cat off her graceful balance, and onto her side. “ wow…” the tom breathed as he caught himself on the ground, tail-lengths away from her, “ i did it… i really did it…”. cheetahspots regained herself, shaking off the blow and nodded with a cough, “ i knew you could.”

a warrior's life

time, once again, has past. little whimpering ravepaw is not that insecure little tom he once was, no sir. ravenflight is more of a fearsome warrior, more than anyone can ever imagine. matured with age [more or less], ravenflight is more confident now. but what [or who] built him up for this, came crashing down days after. his former mentor, cheetahspots. she had passed due to sickness. leafbare was harsh to the clans already, why take away one of the few cats he loved? it all seemed twisted, but what he didn’t know about, was what was to come….

the series of misfortunate events

the leafbear that season was horrible, and was getting worse. they had suffered so many horrible things. snow everywhere. warriors were dying from starvation, desperately trying to feed the wailing mouths of the tiny kits in the nursery. a few poor souls went completely insane. it was madness. then the avalanche. oh, the avalanche, it made everything a thousand times as hard on everyone. cats got trapped in the snow, resulting in hypothermia. the death toll was rising with every shivering body. even morningwillow died of the cold. ravenflight couldn’t believe this was happening. where was starclan?! why weren’t they answering his prayers and pleas for help?! didn’t they know they were in pain?! Just as fast as it came, the snow went, and it went as a huge wave of water that flooded all the clans just as the avalanche had. ravenflight blacked out in the flood from pure exhaustion, and was swept away from his former home.

the journey home

days past after the flood. several days, maybe even weeks. who could tell? in ravenflight’s case, not starclan. he had almost lost every spec k of faith in them, and he made that decision as soon as he woke up from his deep comma. he was a world away from home with no idea how to get back. well, at least, that’s how it seemed. he began on his way without a second thought, but a second chance and will to live. he had cheated death one too many times for such a young cat: an unforgiving winter, the flood, nearly drowning - and now -, shocking thunderpaths, whizzing monsters, fierce strays. everything seemed to be against him for the fourth or fifth time in his life. even as that as the case, the young warrior pushed on home. nothing could stand in the way of such a determined cat, nothing.

the test [to present day]

at the very end of his gruesome, three day journey, ravenflight returned home. or…what was left of it, which wasn’t much at all. he sorrowfully investigated the camp thoroughly and groaned at the sight. everything was lost. it seemed like a frosty waste land. he didn’t like it. he resisted cursing starclan’s name, for they had not been with them through it. they were dead silent. besides, he was not alone. honeycloud and her brother, foxpelt soon revealed themselves to him. they had all spoken about what would happen to the clan. if they were to bring it up again, it needed a leader, and honeycloud had a suggestion.
a battle for the name.
between her brother and ravenflight. at first, the dark tom was all for it, but then it started. the two toms thrashed around, yowling, trying to end up on top. it was intense and ravenflight got lost in it. it wasn’t until he realized he was winning, harshly, that he decided enough was enough. they had all suffered enough and they were all tired. he had won and it was clear to each one of them who deserved to go on as leader.

reminiscing my cares away

Roleplayer: zaynie


'til i realize what life's meant to be

the milky light of dawn threatened to show it’s face, as ravenflight climbed over the frosty hill. he was worn down. he didn’t know how much more of this he could take. oh how desperately he longed to get home, but, oh, how desperately he needed to rest. worst case scenario for him, at this point, was if he passed out again. not gonna happen, he growled to himself for even coming up with the idea.
he had passed out during the flood, and he refused to do so after. it wasn’t until he caught a whiff of what seemed to be his clan’s scent marks. great starc-! he began, but was too stubborn to finish. no way he would thank his ancestors for this. this was all him.
he pushed on, climbing up a crumbling hill, claws grasping onto the rough ground beneath them. the determination in the tom’s hazel-green eyes told it all. he had been through so much and the anticipation of getting home was merely killing off what was left of him. he gasped as the pain in his muscles grew. every tug and struggle was like fire, eating away at him. with one final pull, he stopped at the top of the hill and gazed out at the scene in amazement.

“ i made it….i’m here….i’m home…”




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