Ivytail has green eyes, and a silver tabby pelt. Her tail is bushy and her stripes are darker then her main color. She has a small nose that is black and pink, and so are her pads on her feet. She has short claws, because she doesn't need long ones. Her scar on her flank is from when she was a small kit, she cut it open with a sharp two-leg object. Other than that, Ivytail's body is in great shape. Also, she has two front paws. Her back legs have black boots.

Ivytail is quite small for her age. She's one of the smallest cats in Twilightclan. Her weight is about the same. Shes felixble and can fit through small spaces, so she is helpful for sneaking around. Although there is no need for it. Her intelligence level is very high. She has two stripes on her head, that connect to the nose.

Ivytail is friendly and loves to help anyone who needs it. Her curiosity leads her to trouble sometimes. She can be stubborn at times but doesn't stay like that for long. She's always up for adventures within her clans doings. Being herself is one of the major things she thinks about.
Bad Habits:

-Telling others what to do
-Being clumsy
-showing off at times
-growls in her sleep once in awhile for no reason
-telling cats how horrible her brothers can be

Likes:
-Sharing food
-kits
-being the medicine cat of Twilightclan
-Rabbits
-Teaching her apprentice

Dislikes:
-Her brothers when they fight
-Isn't too fond of Duskclan
-Hates to have to scold her friends
-Her clan mates if they do something horrid

Fear flooded in Ivykit's eyes as she and her mother were escaping
a fire. No one else had survived but them. About a quarter moon later, her mother told her something Ivykit didn't want to hear.
"Ivykit, a loner den is no place for a clan cat, your father had clan blood, you have it too." Her mother shook her head in disbelief. "Why am I doing this? You where supposed to live with me. Your brother Bloodkit should be at Thunderclan if your father did what I asked." She mewed into her daughters ear.

Ivykit's mother quickly told her, "I will be at our den if you ever need me. Train as a warrior."
Her mother ran off leaving Ivykit in front of Thunder clan camp. She knew what her mother wanted,
She should be a clan cat. Fear overcame herself as she neared the entrance of camp. "Will this life be the same?" She mewed to herself. Suddenly she felt like she had been abandoned by her family. She was alone now. Nobody even took a glance at her when she just sat there, in front of Thunderclan camp.

Ivy's scruff was bitten down my a unfamiliar tom, he pulled her into camp. She heard wails of kit's
coming from the nursery, and the sound of cracking bones near the fresh kill pile. The warriors and
apprentices were all in their dens sharing tongues. Then she saw the medicine cat den. Ivykit's paws
filled with hope. "I have a place here." she thought. She had heard tales of the medicine cat healing the cats of the forest. Ivykit always wanted to be helpful. Her scrawny body would be useless in battle. So the job of a medicine cat was open to her. All she had to do is grasp it in her paws.

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Ivytail looked up at the moon outside of her den. She sat down and sighed.
"Twlightclan worries me a lot now. I'm not sure we are still managing to be here. Prey is scarce, kits are dying because of the heat. Streams are drying before our paws and clans are perishing. Being the medicine cat is the only thing i'm hanging on too. My clan needs me more than ever. I don't think I can support them like I used to. I'm getting older and life is getting harder for everyone. Shall we move somewhere? Or would that be a mistake too?" she cried. "Hope is leaving the forest, and cats aren't getting the nourishment they need to live. We've lost so many to this weather. Please Starclan, help us be Twilightclan. Tell us never to give up and don't let us go. Every cat has no hope anymore. Send them dreams, signs, anything! Don't let us perish anymore. Dont..." She mewed then stared straight forward. Her previous words echoed in her head.. Like a kit in disress.

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