Post by annmy on Oct 14, 2016 12:28:50 GMT -5
Name: Ivykit » Ivypaw » Ivypelt
Prefix: Ivy - for her brindled tortie coat
Suffix: -pelt - for her natural plumpness
Sex: She-cat
Age: 3.8 years old (46 moons)
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Eye Colour: Bright leaf-green
Description:
- Plump body, with short, slender legs
- Short, downy fur that makes her an easy target for frost
- Mainly black fur coat, brindled with bright ginger markings, and red speckles on the right side of her face
- Black whiskers that turn white at the ends
- Small of size in general, and rather pretty
Strength: 4
Speed: 6
Endurance: 5
Tracking: 7
Attack: 5
Defense: 4
Agility: 6
Stealth: 6
Hunting: 7
Climbing: 0
Tunneling: 0
Swimming: 6
Herbal Knowledge: 0
Intelligence: 7
Loyalty: 9
Personality:
- In truth rather sweet, but moons of being exposed to her mother and older littermate's natures have turned Ivypelt into somewhat of a snob
- She loves her family, but prefers to pretend they're the perfect cats they're really not, rather than acknowledge that her mother's haughty persona, and hers and Mothshine's resembling one, drove a wedge between them and their father and third littermate, Wasptail
- An awkward blend of naturally introverted and being raised as excuberant and arrogant
- Giggly and gossipy, she adores hearing about the latest rumours and whispered words around camp, and she likes spying on the going-ons in camp to see if she can't pick up on anything
- Thinks RiverClan is so very superior to all the other Clans she can barely believe the others aren't packing it up yet - oh, but they're good for gossip tho
- Dreams of being swept off her paws by a dreamy tom, and although she can technically fantasize about anyone, she's yet to fall in love - it was a source of envy back in the day when Mothshine got together with Cedarclaw
- Though she looks perfectly comfortable with herself, Ivypelt has little self-confidence on her own, and that's become more apparent now that Mothshine's died, as she's gotten more hesitant, and less nosey and forward
- Without her older sister to dictate how Ivypelt should think and feel, she hardly knows what to do with herself anymore
History: WIP
Heritage:
Paternal uncle » Ottersplash (chocolate-and-white)
Mother » Dawnpool (blue tortie)
Father » Driftfoot (amber tabby)
Littermate/sister » Mothshine (amber tabby; deceased)
Littermate/sister » Wasptail (amber-and-white)
Niece » Goldenpaw (red tabby)
Nephew » Toadpaw (black tabby)
Genetic Code: WIP
Prefix: Ivy - for her brindled tortie coat
Suffix: -pelt - for her natural plumpness
Sex: She-cat
Age: 3.8 years old (46 moons)
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Eye Colour: Bright leaf-green
Description:
- Plump body, with short, slender legs
- Short, downy fur that makes her an easy target for frost
- Mainly black fur coat, brindled with bright ginger markings, and red speckles on the right side of her face
- Black whiskers that turn white at the ends
- Small of size in general, and rather pretty
Strength: 4
Speed: 6
Endurance: 5
Tracking: 7
Attack: 5
Defense: 4
Agility: 6
Stealth: 6
Hunting: 7
Climbing: 0
Tunneling: 0
Swimming: 6
Herbal Knowledge: 0
Intelligence: 7
Loyalty: 9
Personality:
- In truth rather sweet, but moons of being exposed to her mother and older littermate's natures have turned Ivypelt into somewhat of a snob
- She loves her family, but prefers to pretend they're the perfect cats they're really not, rather than acknowledge that her mother's haughty persona, and hers and Mothshine's resembling one, drove a wedge between them and their father and third littermate, Wasptail
- An awkward blend of naturally introverted and being raised as excuberant and arrogant
- Giggly and gossipy, she adores hearing about the latest rumours and whispered words around camp, and she likes spying on the going-ons in camp to see if she can't pick up on anything
- Thinks RiverClan is so very superior to all the other Clans she can barely believe the others aren't packing it up yet - oh, but they're good for gossip tho
- Dreams of being swept off her paws by a dreamy tom, and although she can technically fantasize about anyone, she's yet to fall in love - it was a source of envy back in the day when Mothshine got together with Cedarclaw
- Though she looks perfectly comfortable with herself, Ivypelt has little self-confidence on her own, and that's become more apparent now that Mothshine's died, as she's gotten more hesitant, and less nosey and forward
- Without her older sister to dictate how Ivypelt should think and feel, she hardly knows what to do with herself anymore
History: WIP
Heritage:
Paternal uncle » Ottersplash (chocolate-and-white)
Mother » Dawnpool (blue tortie)
Father » Driftfoot (amber tabby)
Littermate/sister » Mothshine (amber tabby; deceased)
Littermate/sister » Wasptail (amber-and-white)
Niece » Goldenpaw (red tabby)
Nephew » Toadpaw (black tabby)
Genetic Code: WIP
