Ivyflower

[Stella]

Clan: Featherclan
Clan cat name: Ivyflower
Rank Wanted: Warrior

Pelt description:
Ivyflower is a very faint she-cat, she walks as if she is walking on feathers. An amazingly graceful she-cat she has long legs but not the lanky sort, just right in her case. The rest of her bodice is about a tad bit smaller then the classification for small cats. She's slender and long with very long fur. Ivyflower takes very good care of her pelt, however, grooming almost five times a day. Most of her fur is a soft kitten gray, while the T of her face is white and her neck down to the middle of her stomach. All four paws happen to be white while her legs are gray aswell. Ivyflower's eyes are a bright golden green shade that seem to drawn you in.

Personality:
This beautiful she cat actually does fit her appearance unlike most cats of the forest. Ivyflower is devoted to her beloved Featherclan since she was born within the clan. She has always strove to be what her parents expected of her. Ivyflower follows the warrior code to the T, and believes she'll never break it no matter what occurs. She's a sweetheart and she can't say no to anyone, she isn't quite sure but she believes thats were her mother's genes come into her DNA. Ivyflower is the idea of a perfect queen, she's always around when another cat gives birth and can always be found hunting for the nursing and pregnant queens. In truth, Ivyflower would love to find a mate and settle down to have kits of her own.

Rp Sample:
Ivyflower had been sleeping, her small frame curled up into a carefully wrapped ball of sorts. A few soft mumbles and kicks and the she-cat was rolling her back against the fresh moss, then the meow hit her ears and she was stumbling to her paws. The sound of a distressed kit always gained Ivyflower's full attention whether or not she was sleeping or eating. Her white paws carried her frame to the small wiggling body of a tiny ash gray kit. The little tom was in fact Graywhisker's kit, and the little one seemed to lose his way. Chuckling softly, she cooed as she picked up the kit carrying him to the sleeping form of his mother. 'Shh, precious. It's okay. Heres your mother.' Pushing the little one against Graywhisker's stomach, Ivyflower then moved back to her sleeping corner in the nursery. Her final thoughts before drifting into sleep were rested on her own kits in the future, if she'd even have kits before she died..