Ravenstar [kingoftheshadows]

[Ravenstar.]

Name: Ravenstar [ravenkit, ravenpaw, ravenclaw]
Rank: Leader
Clan: ShadowClan
Gender: Tom
Age: 37 Moons
Picture: www.flickr.com/photos/t_lawrie/2303902950/sizes/m/
Physical Description:

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Quick Description:

A silver-blue furred tom with a strange personality.

Personality:

Sadistic, spiteful, and arrogant (all due to his spectacular inferiority complex), Ravenstar has no inhibitions when it comes to ShadowClan. He will use any method available to him, regardless of how brutal it may be, to reach a victory. Many have called him a typical ShadowClan cat, and yet, that is not the case. He takes it all to a new level. Most of his fellow cats consider him rather frightening and a bit over the top. But, he does it all to try and impress them. Since developing his inferiority complex, the silver furred tom cannot feel satisfied until someone has said soemthing nice about or to him.

Ravenstar has a little bit of an anger problem. He holds it in the best that he can, but on days when he is feeling a little weaker then normal, Ravenstar tends to become a little violent. He does not mean to but that pent up rage has a way of coming out against his will. He will apologize (at times) to whoever gets affected by this, but most cats by now just look at it as normal and think that he is just bi polar. He does not deny that he is bi polar, because he is not, but Ravenstar does not state that he is not bi polar either. Having his clan-mates think that he is bi polar is easier then having people know him in detail.

Sarcasm is one of Ravenstar's favorite words. He just loves to be sarcastic. It's all he ever does really. He got it from his mother, seeing as his father was never there. All of his sentences seem to have a whisp of sarcasm involved. Most of the time, he doesn't actually mean it. Sure, he lies a lot, and twists the truth like crazy, but Ravenstar doesn't thrive on sarcasm. The problem is, he has a wide vocabulary, making him seem more sarcastic than he really is.

History:

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IC:

‘You cannot change the way I am, so you’d better get used too it darling. I am who I am; a feline of acquired taste. Still, there is nothing more unique than that, is there now. The way I think, the way I speak and act; nothing on me is a façade or fake in any way. Oh, I do love irony. It makes life worth living. Without irony, days would be boring and pointless. Much like today. However, I must admit, this is a wonderful day. Indeed it is. The sky is dying to black, the sun is falling to its death for the day and the dark will creep in and consume all life on this god-forsaken planet. StarClan...nothing but a myth. And yet, how strange this is, I feel compelled to rely on them. The old VoodooStar is in the sky now, stupid tom he was, picking fights with rogues…’

Deep amber eyes looked up to the sky, watching everything fade into darkness. A sickening smile was plastered onto his furry face. Paws were neatly placed side by side, a long tail swaying in the dirt the beast sat upon. Ears never moved, nor did the nose. Many things were in the air, but he stayed statuesque for a long time. Drip, drip, drip…Atop the fur on his face, was a thick coating of red liquid. It ran down his neck and chest, falling off the bridge of his nose into a small puddle resting in the dirt. The blood scented the air, as did the smell of the night. Blinking quietly to himself, the silver cat's eyes turned to look at the blood. The faint outline of his reflection sparkled in the pool of red, smile never shifting, never fading. Left paw rose slightly, carefully falling into the puddle of life, the blood rippling under his weight. Raising it again, he watched the blood drip off his fur and back to the ground. Bringing closer to his face, jaws parted slowly, a row of sharp ivory canines showing. A long, slender tongue rolled out from his mouth, washing over his paw. The blood was cleaned off slowly, the tom-cat savouring the taste.

‘Ahh, the sweet taste of a kill. Such a shame you didn’t put up much of a fight. I was expecting more from a bird of your size. Still you were fun. I will always win. Now your time is up, I suspect your little flock will do well to stay away from me from now on. By now, they should have migrated far away from my grasp. I pity them. They will never know the joy of death by my paw. Shame really. They would have made nice meals. Still, I can relish in your frozen gaze, your glassy eyes. Ah, lifeless body of once proud beast, done so well until you met me. However, as you an all other creatures know; good things do not last. And never shall they as long as I live.’

Lowering his paw to the side of the puddle, silver tom-cat sharply threw his head down to the lifeless bird-carcass lying on the dry dirt. Jaws snapped up huge chunks of meat in one go, the contents settling nicely in his stomach. The rib cage had been torn apart by him, a stray limb by the side. It was another part of his game, disassembling the body. It was fun. To him anyway. Feeling sated, the tom-cat looked back up to the sky. It was fully dark now, the moon glittering above him, reflecting in the pools of blood around the feast. Licking the blood from his face, a casual sigh escaped his body and out into the open. If any other cats were around, they would be able to smell the blood a mile away.

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