*{Oceancry of Riverclan

[Boundary]

*{Oceancry

If love is an ocean wide

We'll swim in the tears we cry

They'll see us through the other side

We're gonna make it

When love is a raging sea

You can hold on to me

We'll find a way tonight

Love is an ocean wide

*{names

Ocean:Oceankit::Oceanpaw:::Oceancry

*{gender

She-cat

*{rank

Warrior

*{clan

Riverclan

*{appearance

A slim she-cat with soft. Her pelt is a dark cinnamon shade with chocolate brown stripes on her face and on her tail tip. Her eyes are a breath taking bright ocean blue eyes that show an ocean of emotions. Her muzzle and underbelly lightens to a cream white as well as her right front paw. Her body is slim and her pelt short-lenghted which makes her seem smaller than most warriors her age. Her muzzle is short, which gives her the angel-looking face. But, if you are actually lucky enough to stare into her eyes, you will be startled to find what you will see behind the walls of sweet looks.

*{personality

You can call Oceancry the sweetest cat in the whole world. Looking at every cats with gazes of love and sweetness, she has a pretty good and strong reputation throughout the clan, and she intends to keep it that way. Her voice is like a soft breeze whispering your deepest wishes, like the rythimic splashing of the waves in the shore, like a sweet spring day when the cherry blossoms are just starting to bloom. She likes to spend her free time near the water's shore where she can gaze out into both the sky and the shimmering water. This she-cat is one of the best hunters in the clan, with her sharp eyes she can catch fish even in the dark of the night. Although her aming and eye are very usefull when fishing, she is and always will be more delicate when in a fight. Though she doesn't show it and not many cats notice, she tends to keep in the back when the war call echoes in the background and claws start to tatter pelt. Instead, she helps the queens kits and elders get to safety. Deep inside this she-cat, there is dark trying to break free, and she herself knows it, but knows that if she lets it get out, there will be no going back, and everyday she struggles to keep down, because she knows that she is not that kind of cat, the one that will hurt and kill for just pleasure. She does wish that maybe someday, that the special cat in her dreams will arrive and get her out of this struggle.

*{history

Oceancry is a Riverclan cat by blood, as far as she knows. Her mother and father were both cats in the clan, her mother was a warrior, and her father a deputy. Graystone, her father and deputy of the clan, was killed in a bloody battle with rouges, and the she-cat saw her father be killed right infront of her, shretted by three huge black pelted cats as he tried to protect her mother and herself. She suffered alot, only being a kit at that time, questions filled her head tourmenting her. She couldn't sleep the first moons, her mother had to wrap around her until she was old enough to become an apprentice, then she was forced to move to the apprentice's den. The nightmares kept coming, until her father came back to her in one of her dreams. He told her everything was alright, that he was fine. Since that night, the dark dreams faded more everyday, until they were nothing but the past. Her days as an apprentice passed quickly as she did better and better, the reputation she has now was quickly gained when Sharppaw, a dark brown apprentice was attacked by a badger, Oceanpaw's heart was broken as she saw the pain the poor cat was in. Everyday she brought him whatever she caught, and everynight she wrapped around him and made sure he wasn't cold. As the days past, leaf-bare came and the tom became weaker, and everynight he asked Oceanpaw looking into her dep blue eyes, "Will everything be allright?" Her gaze lowered everyday, the medicine cat had said he was getting worse due to the cold weather. One cold foggy morning, she was woken up by the sound of coughing, it was Sharppaw. A small silver tear rolled down her cheek as he looked at her for the last time. At the last second, with all his energy, he looked up and whispered weakly, "I love you..." She was left there, wrapped around the apprentice, her clanmate. Another cat whose death had been laid right infront of her. Her trainning went downhill, and her fighting moves did not improve as much for the first moons. Then, she remembered her father, how he had said that he was in a good place, he had been a good cat, and so had Sharppaw, with a smile, she remembered Starclan, the name of the clan which many cats talked about, but she no longer believed in. They are in Starclan, I know it, she thought. The remaining moons of her trainning, she worked extra hard to get back to her daily rutine. The day finally came, her warrior ceremony, the day she had longed for. Oceancry, she was named. Her heart fell, for the she-cat had heard the leader talk about naming her Oceanlove or Oceanwide as she walked out of camp to go hunting one day. Oceanwide, she loved the name so much. Smiling up at her leader, she accepted the name with happinness, the leader knows best, she reminded herself. Oceancry, if love is an ocean wide, then we'll swim in the tears we cry.

[Y u k i]

accepted