Raventail, ShadowClan, Medicine Cat

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Ravenkit // Ravenpaw // Raventail

- The Basics

Name - Raventail
Clan - ShadowClan
Rank - Medicine Cat
Age - Twenty-four moons
Gender - Tomcat

- Appearance // Personality

Brief Appearance - a small, lithe tomcat with a dark tabby pelt, pure black tail, and green eyes.
Full Appearance - Raventail is most certainly not what one would call "physically intimidating".  small, though through natural causes and lovely cat alleles instead of something like being sick, Raventail has, from kithood, never been on par with the other apprentices, and though he can changed from just being skinny and gangly to being a little more lithe and lean as he aged, that petiteness of frame has never vanished.  he is in possession of a dark pelt, with even darker tabby stripes, and a tail that is completely black, along with pale green eyes that match those of his two siblings.
Personality - it is often quickly apparent to all those who meet him that Raventail is not the most sociable of cats. oh, he's certainly talkative enough, but when most of those words are murmured complaints concerning the irresponsibility of others, it tends to negate the effect. that isn't to say Raventail isn't capable of not being a grump, he is, but it's such a rare thing that most have given up on seeing it. it's just that he worries a little, y'know? kind of like those stereotypical skittish medicine cats that just worry constantly over their fellow clanmates. that's Raventail, essentially, except without the "skittish" part, because he is constantly worrying about his clanmates, and when they do stupid things like injure themselves or catch diseases he gets worried. after all, ShadowClan may not be as cute and cuddly and soft as ThunderClan, but they are still a clan, and it's Raventail's job to ensure they don't all die out before next New-Leaf. stressful job, really--it's hard to blame him for being as prickly as he is, sometimes.

still, while Raventail doesn't quite have such a thing as a "genial" side, he does have a softer streak, one that is mostly reserved for kits of certain personality archetypes, or for apprentices who have managed to retain that archetype. he harbours a warmer regard for undersized cats, too, and cats who are quietly determined without having the need to be obnoxious, and he appreciates hard work, and when warriors or apprentices go out of their way to provide him with something. he doesn't quite melt and profess his undying love, but he tends to be slightly less gruff with those cats. had he an apprentice, it is likely he would act much the same with them, and would be surprisingly patient working with them, though he'd occasionally snap if his nerves were running high.

- Past

History - Raventail's life has always been edged with a certain... well, disregard. even the way he was named could be considered haphazard, his mother so tired from naming his two siblings that she literally called him after the last piece of prey she had hunted before being confined, grudgingly, to the nursery. he was the smallest of the litter, as well, which didn't help, as, as they got older, his two siblings tended to run off together and leave Raventail to watch them resentfully. he began to slink off and watch the current ShadowClan medicine cat at work, and sometimes the old medicine cat would give him small things to do, which young Raventail grudgingly appreciated, for it gave him something to do.

it wasn't a surprise to Raventail when he was asked to become the medicine cat apprentice, and it only took one look at his siblings as they tumbled around with each other, proclaiming themselves the fiercest warriors of ShadowClan, for him to say yes.

Raventail's apprenticeship under ShadowClan's ailing medicine cat wasn't a smooth ride by any means. the medicine cat had waited a long time to take on an apprentice, so long that cats were beginning to worry he would die before an apprentice was trained, and Raventail often had a hard time working under him, as the medicine cat, Cloudwhisker, was often rather absent-minded, trailing off in the middle of his sentences until Raventail would impatiently remind him, whereupon he would pick up immediately as if nothing had happened. still, though he groused inside at times, he was careful to pay attention to anything lucid Cloudwhisker imparted, and Raventail's natural quick wit and more retentive memory allowed him to quickly memorise the use of the herbs, and, more importantly, where they were found and stored.

his medicine cat name was granted to him four moons before Cloudwhisker died, and since then he has taken care of the ShadowClan cats.

- Roleplay Sample

( Alrighty, so, I'm not sure if you want this sample to be IC, but I haven't roleplayed Warriors in two years so I don't really have one for Raventail. I've provided a sample from another site, but please let me know if you'd like me to type one up with this specific character. )

There was always a bit of strain that followed the arrival of Tatiana, and Stefan had learned early on that it was just best to stand back and let them get a few words aimed at each other. It tended to diffuse the worst of the tension up front (so long as one of them didn't say the absolute wrong thing, of course, which had happened on occasion) so Stefan was content to let them have at each other while they griped, inwardly thinking that at least she wasn't Caius, who likely wouldn't have made it out of the area alive had he shown his cowardly face in Stefan's presence.

Still, Vladimir's bitterness over his sister tended to be something that returned later if he was left to dwell too long, so when Vladimir moved to stand by him, shoulder-to-shoulder (albeit Stefan's was slightly lower), Stefan reached out one hand to curl his fingers into the palm of Vladimir's hand before he returned Tatiana's smile with an absent one of his own, eyes flickering between them and the ruins to the side.

"Clearly, then, Tatiana, you haven't spent enough time with us," he said, his smile sharpening as she reached for his hand and kissed it, which put him on edge for a moment before he forced himself to relax. It wasn't anything personal, Stefan just wasn't used to being touched by anyone that wasn't his companion of fifteen hundred years. With another sharp smile, Stefan stepped forward and brushed past them both, seating himself on some of the rocks that still stood, his mind mentally rebuilding the fallen towers, and he clicked his tongue absently as they built themselves up again before his eyes, the coven banner flying proudly in the wind, undeterred by fighting between their ruling coven and the Egyptian coven who, at one point, had figured themselves important enough to be rivals.

He let his amusement from Tatiana's comment flood his face then, for though he had been called many things, agreeable had certainly never been one of them. There had been many times where he and Vladimir would rail at each other, and though the frequency had hold since decreased, Vladimir's initial anger at being held back from his mate had prevented them from speaking overly much, and Stefan's grief over Iuliana had not helped in the slightest. He had disdained Vladimir a little in some of those moments, begrudging him the extra time he had had with Daciana, the moments before the battle where Stefan had left them to say what they would, trying desperately to change away the dark, angry cloud that had threatened to overtake his mind.

At one point, at least a month after their final defeat, Stefan had snapped at his companion, finally letting the anger overwhelm him as he railed against Vladimir, shrieking over the death of Iuliana and you would have left me too, brother, without a thought! you are not the only one who has lost, and who has loved! and even, at one point, blaming her death on him and Daciana--if we had got there earlier, if we hadn't been running reconnaissance, we could have been there, I could have helped her, held her.

He thanked whatever deity existed that they had gotten past that.

So no, Stefan wasn't an overly agreeable person--he was just practical, at least when matters such as this came up. Stefan left Vladimir to his bitterness and anger, and Vladimir left him to his own.

"I thought you just finished saying you had done everything, Tatiana," Stefan purred dangerously after she had finished talking. "That you alone had done the recruiting, that you alone had done the running, as well as strengthening our little coven of four." He laughed then, raising his head. "Shouldn't you already know everything, then?" He raised his finger to his lips, tapping his mouth once. "Why, Vladimir and I are practically obsolete, after hearing that." He tilted his head back and laughed richly then, briefly exposing the lines of his throat before the laughter died down to a chuckle, but his eyes turned abruptly serious as he looked at them both. "None of us here can claim to have suffered or done more than the others, and I would suggest that stops now."

Rising to his feet gracefully, Stefan stepped further into the ruins, where the main entrance hall had once been. He sucked in a breath then, using lungs that he had long since abandoned, and the taste of the ash and dirt made his throat burn with memories. Of course there wasn't any physical ash left, but that was beside the point.

"What's holding us back is that we are still small," Stefan sad abruptly, his tone sharp. "There are only four of us, including Vladimir's little Rebeckah"--and the smile he sent Vladimir was a horrible one after he spoke those words, all sharp daggers and dangerous promise--"and our little Italian rat's meagre forces. We have no set base, and I don't see us having one anytime soon, not until we find more gifted vampires, much as the thought disgusts me. There is also the matter of Aro's little weapon, the boy witch twin. If he is not on our side, we will not last long without a shield. No one wants a repeat of the battle fifteen hundred years ago."

Credit // Leafy

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