Ravenwhisker is a sleek tom, his body small. There isn't a spot of any color in his pelt at all. Only black. His ears are pointed at the tips, more then rounded off like some cats. His whiskers, a dark gray color, are rather long. That, and his hunting skills are what earned him his name. His eyes are almond shaped and a amber-green color. His small frame makes his hunting skills rather good.

Ravenwhisker has a regal aura about him. The way he holds his head, sits, and even walks. He is completely loyal to MudClan, as well as StarClan. Ravenwhisker is a rather nice tom, with rather gentle actions. He shows his respect, but he is firm with what he says. He doesn't give up once he changes his mind. Some might call him stubborn, rude, or disloyal, but he is far from any of these accusations. He's a good medicine cat, as well as young, so that he can heal MudClan for moons to come.

Ravenwhisker was born to the she-cat Blackwing and tom Hawkclaw. His parents were proud of him, though Blackwing blamed herself when the other two kits didn't make it, and were still-born. She carefully watched over her kit, until he became an apprintice. The last littler, as well. Her loss and her sons apprintice-ship made her go crazy. Out looking for her two dead kits, and 'Ravenkit' as well, she was killed swiftly by a hungry badger in leaf-bare. He studied under Larkpelt, who was a very sucessful medicine cat. She taught him everything he knows. Only once had he doubted following this path, when he fell in love with Morningpaw, a beautiful apprintice. However, he pushed it to the back of his mind, and ignored it. The support of the warriors, and the respect of his leader would be enough to compensate for his 'loss'. Larkpelt died of the illness greencough, due to lack of catnip in the territory. Ravenpaw was made into the Medicine cat by another Medicine cat, and named Ravenwhisker by StarClan.

Ravenwhisker awoke to sunlight streaming into his den. His eyes were open in slits as exhaustion set in. As it got colder, he was more busy. He was already running out of certain herbs. While he could get more, he wasn't sure if he wanted to leave the camp. Perhaps he should think of taking on an apprentice soon?

Forcing himself on sore paws, he padded out to the middle of camp and let out a yawn. Realizing how small the pile of fresh kill was, he grabbed the plumpest mouse and carried it over to the Nursery, where only one Queen was currently staying.

"Morningfur, would you like to share this with me?" he asked. Of course, he would insist that she ate more. But in times like this, they all were forced to share. The beautiful gray Queen nodded, a light smile on her face. "Yes, thank you, Ravenwhisker." she said, dipping her head to start eating the mouse.

"I think I'll bring you some borage leaves. It will help your milk come, so you can be as healthy as possible for those kits of yours, hm?" he asked, after he had cleared his mouth of the mouse. She nodded lightly. "That would be lovely. Thank you, Ravenwhisker." she purred, pressing her muzzle to his shoulder.

"Good bye, Morningfur." he murmured, before padding out of the den. There had been a fleeting moment back in his Apprentice-ship when he longed for the she-cat called Morningpaw. However, he had ignored it, choosing the life of a Medicine Cat. Now, the Clan were his kits, and as for a mate, he didn't need one. The friendship of the Warriors were enough to keep him happy.