Ivy that Creeps up Tree (Ivy)

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Name: Ivy that Creeps up Tree (Nicknamed Ivy)

Gender: Female

Age: Deceased at 45 moons

Sexuality: Straight

Tribe of Endless Hunting

She had been a prey-hunter.

Appearance: Ivy has an oriental build, with a long, angular face, huge eyes and ears, and a long, slender body. Her fur is colored in a lynx point pattern. Her face, paws, ears, and tail are a light grey, while the rest of her body is a soft cream color. Her eyes are beautiful blue that hold a spark of adventure in their depths.

Personality: Ivy was a hard worker, but solitary. She was incredibly loyal, often valuing loyalty and a hard working attitude above all else. She was hot-headed, but at the same time, she had a soothing voice and loved kits. She loved to explore more than anything else; she would go out to hunt, often shaking off the watchful eyes of home-guards to go exploring which likely scared the living daylights out of the poor guards. Nothing was more exciting for the she-cat than seeing something new; it was the thrill she lived for.

Strengths
She was stealthy, something that truly saved her hunting ability. It caused many a problem for the home-guards who were to be her protectors, but it also kept her safe when she was away from their prying eyes and alone.

Weaknesses
She wasn’t a bad hunter, as she succeeded more times than she failed, but she was probably one of the least successful hunters in the Tribe, as she spent her time exploring rather than hunting.
She was a poor fighter at best; she was delicate with little strength stored in her small frame.

History: Ivy was a wanderer. Her first moments saw her attempting to escape the nest, weakly clawing at the nest trying to explore before her mother was even done giving birth. Rambling ivy often wanders but is rooted in one spot; her mother hoped the Tribe would be that root as Ivy grew; more than that, her mother had hoped that Ivy’s tribemate would be the tree: something solid for her to cling to and fall back on. She was a difficult kit, as she couldn’t wait to experience the outside world for the first time, and an even more difficult to-be, as she would constantly ignore her mentor in favor of exploring. She hunted as a prey-hunter, and explored to her heart’s content. Eventually, however, on one of her ramblings, she found a fellow prey-hunter, a tom, who had also shaken off his escort to fly alone. It was love at first sight; their first date was a peaceful, nighttime walk along the banks of the Swiftwater, which is where Ivy saw a beautiful silver fish swimming so gracefully it seemed to cut through the water. A few moons later, she grew heavy with kits, but alas, the happy family was not to be. Only a week or two before the kits were due, Ivy’s mate slipped and fell into the Swiftwater on a fishing trip to get caught-prey for her. Weakened by the mother’s grief, most of Ivy’s litter didn’t survive. She only lived a couple of hours after kitting, just long enough to name her only living kit after the scene she witnessed on that one perfect night.

Family:
Unnamed Mate, deceased.
Unnamed Siblings, all deceased.
She gave birth to several kits, but all were stillborn except one: her son, Fish that Cuts through Water.