Post by nøx on Nov 19, 2011 2:28:37 GMT -5
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- NAME: Raven.
- AGE: 19 Moons.
- GENDER: She-cat.
- LOYALTIES: None ... ...... .. (
everett) - FAMILY: Rose - Mother. Everett - Father. Eagle - Brother. Ibis - Sister.
- DESCRIPTION: Raven is a rogue. She was born with an ambition too big for her small world and an innate disdain for any cat she deems below her, which is most every cat. Fierce, brilliant, beautiful, calculating, cold, manipulative, and determined; Raven is a cat with goals. She knows she has a great destiny and is on a fervent mission to claim her glory. Who she steps upon, uses, or destroys along the way is of no matter.
- APPEARANCE: Raven is a pure black she-cat with large ears, neat paws, and hypnotic, piercing green eyes. Her pelt is thick and dense, though her fur is short. She looks stronger than she actually is, though her teeth are sharp. her claws are long and she won't hesitate to use either. As a rule, she much prefers to manipulate others into doing her dirty work.
- PERSONALITY: Raven has a complicated personality. Most of the cats who've had the dubious honor of meeting her and lived to speak of it would call her "evil"--plain and simple--but a few scattered souls might tell another tale; that Raven saved their lives ... in one way or another.
Raven craves power. Not just any power, but power over the lives of others. Fortunately for her, she has been blessed with all the tools necessary to claw her way up in the world. She has a way about her; cats who know she's bad news still can't seem to help themselves, and seek to please her, because there are few things in this world more pleasing, more addictive, and more toxic than Raven's approval. She's the sort who can make you beg her to rip your own throat out and, if it suits her ends, she will. - HISTORY: Raven was born to two loners, Rose and Everett, who had been traveling the countryside together since they were little more than weaned kittens.
She was born in an abandoned badger-set, the oldest of three, herself, a brother, Eagle, and a sister, Ibis. She was different from her siblings in every way. They both shared the looks of their mother, soft-edged, long-furred, and multicolored. Raven took after her father, Everett, spare, lean and black. Ibis and Eagle were inseparable. They were always playing silly games and trying to get Raven to join them. She wasn't interested in games. Instead she tagged after Everett, learning to hunt for her food and begging him to tell her stories of his adventures; the scarier the story, the better.
Everett was puzzled by his dark little daughter but he denied her nothing and saw no harm in teaching her early the skills she would need for survival. He even showed her a road once, with brightly colored, hard, roaring creatures that called the grey-black strip home and had no ambition to ever expand their territory. These creatures didn't frighten Raven. She knew they couldn't touch her.
While Everett was amused by Raven, Rose was put off. She didn't like the way Raven was growing up fast. She didn't like the way Everett spoiled Raven and encouraged her curious predilections. She especially didn't like the way Raven treated Eagle and Ibis, to whom she was colder by the day. Rose wished Raven would play games and make up stories in the set, rather than following the wander-lusting of her father. And so it was that Raven took her first victims.
At seven months old, Raven sat in a tree (a trick she learned from her father), watching the immature Eagle and Ibis playing some nonsensical game in which one hid whilst the other searched for the hider. Raven didn't see the appeal. It happened suddenly. Raven clutched her branch with sharp little claws, her heart pounding with much more excitement than fear. The cry of the eagle blended eerily with Rose's heartbroken wail as the great plummeting raptor buried it's talons into Ibis' back, flapped it wings, and carried her sister into the wheeling blue sky. Raven couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had killed enough mice and squirrels to understand that her sister had become prey. Her eyes shone brightly and her tail lashed with force. It was certainly the most amazing thing she had ever witnessed in her young life, even better than the road creatures. Too late, Everett's strong black form burst from the undergrowth below her tree where he'd been stalking mice for his family, launching into the sky, claws outstretched, reaching for the eagle. Ibis' terrified mewls were barely a whisper now. Her brother Eagle had his face buried in the pelt of their mother, trembling. Weak and pathetic. Ibis was gone.
Raven promptly skittered down from the tree where she had watched the whole thing take place.
"We have to follow that eagle," she meowed breathlessly.
Everett stared at her blankly.
"There are four of us and one of it. If Ibis is fighting it right NOW, which she should be, then we already have the advantage!" Raven cried as she ran up to her mother, staring her straight in the eyes.
"Let's go!" Raven meowed, more excited than she ever had been as she imagined leading her family in a grand rescue in which she delivered the killing bite to the eagle, herself, and dragged it home where Ibis would eat it's still-warm heart and Everett would burst with pride.
Slowly, Rose opened her eyes to look at the daughter she wished she didn't have. Lashing out with unsheathed claws to drive Raven away from Eagle and herself, she snarled cruelly, with grief.
"You don't care," Rose spat viciously. "You never loved her!"
Raven blinked in surprise. Before she could respond, Everett was at her side, growling at his mate angrily.
"It's not her fault! If you had been paying more attention, this never would have happened!" he spat back, swallowed by his own grief.
Raven was confused. Her parents were fighting. Her brother was wailing like a baby bird. No one seemed interested in her rescue plan. Before she knew it, her father was facing her, eyes flashing fiercely.
"Come on, Raven. We're leaving this place," he meowed forcefully.
She couldn't say "no". She admired her father too much to leave him, and Rose and Eagle were so boring. So she left, following Everett, as he walked away from Rose forever.
Raven couldn't help but wonder ...
' If I never said anything, would Everett be comforting Rose right now instead of leaving her? '
It didn't matter.
Everett and Raven traveled far and long. He showed her many wonders but he was never the same bold, reckless, exciting and wonderful father that Raven remembered, and as Raven grew older and her ambitions grew larger than simply killing an eagle to save her sister, Everett realized what a grave mistake he had made. She was no longer the mirror-image of himself he remembered. He knew it was too late to save Raven. She was far gone, and in a way he was proud of the strong, worldly daughter he had created. But he saw darkness there. He wondered if it wasn't too late to save himself ... and Rose. He missed her fiercely. And Eagle. He wondered what had happened to them, where they were ... if they missed him too.
One day Raven woke up and Everett was gone. He had said nothing. He was simply gone. For the first time in her life, Raven's heart broke. She felt very small and very alone. Raven didn't like these feelings and vowed she would never let a cat hurt her again. She closed her heart to love and allowed the blackness to overcome her in a crushing wave of corruptive sorrow.
It took many moons before she let a tiny shaft of light in again--hope--when she heard a very interesting tale from a passing loner. He spoke of cats who lived together, as what they called a clan. That wasn't the interesting part, though. These cats allowed themselves to be led--to be CONTROLLED--by one cat. One cat with so much power over others. The thought was infectious. Raven decided she wanted to see this for herself, if it was real after all, and took poor directions from the loner, intent on somehow finding her way to this "Clan" ..._____________[ then i got my W I N G S //and inevereven knew it ]