Post by Night on Oct 4, 2012 18:27:55 GMT -5
Name:
Night
Age:
19 moons
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Night, despite her cold personality, is a very beautiful cat. She resembles her father in many ways. Her fur is a shiny black, when in moonlight is sparkles and resembles the night sky. Both of her ears have nicks and tears from previous battles. All of her paws are bleach-white, as is her tail-tip. Her left eye is a pretty aqua-greeen, and her right eye is completely colorless. This is because she is blinded totally in that eye. The area around her scarred-eye is very veiny and red, but it is mostly covered by her black fur. She has inherited her father's collar, as all of its dog teeth, though she has studded it with more over the years. Her claw are naturally black, but even those are studded with the claws of dogs.
Personality:
Night's original personality was that like any other kit: Joyous. But presently, her personality is cold and stand-offish. This side of her personality, however, is mainly to those outside her Clan. When inside her Clan, she is very respectful towards the elders and playful to kits. She is usually, however, very quiet and deep in thought. She's like Scourge in personality, as well; exceedingly calm one moment, killing brutally the next. She'll fight for her Clan to the death, but will also dole out brutal punishments to her Clanmates if they 'misbehave,' as Night words it.
History:
Night was the daughter of Scourge and a female that, to this day, is unknown. Scourge had always said to his kit that "she was like her mother in personality and in eyes."
Night started off as a happy, innocent little kit who brought out Bone and Scourge's soft sides. She loved Scourge more than anything, and was always seeking ways to impress him. She had a playmate named Cloud, of which she always had pinning contests with. She was a little bundle of energy and was quite the joy to have around. She was, however, very skilled in her fighting, as she was trained by her father.
It was about when she was a teenager when this change. The events of Tigerstar's visit and murder occured, and soon, Night was fighting brutally in the battle with the Clans. She was fighting when the cry rang out: "Scourge is dead!"
Immediately, Night left her opponent and tried to seek out her father. However, she waited far too long. A Clan cat dashed at her, lunged, and shoved his claws at her right eye.
She was chased away from the scene, and BloodClan scattered. She was very angered at her Clan, and refused to accept that her father was dead until she herself saw the body.
So, that night, she stalked back to the bloody battle area. There, she found the bodies of Bone, Cloud, and, worst of all, Scourge.
She had refused to accept it; he was only unconcious, right? She had shoved him, asking him politely to wake up. This asking turned to begging, which turned to threatening, which turned to screeching, until finally she knew he was dead. She had huddled close to his body for hours, before a voice in the back of her mind whispered, Form it, and destiny will come...
That night, she had licked her father's face, taken his collar, put it on, and took on the role of BrBrassembling BloodClan. And she did.
She extended the territory from the city to the countryside, even bringing medicine cats into the picture. She formed it bigger, better, and ever since she did, Scourge has been speaking to her, guiding her in the right direction, appearing in her dreams, in her waking hours.
To this day, Night is still ruling BloodClan. And she does it without mercy.
RP Example:
Night's ears folded back, and she pressed farther down into the shadows. Her single eye slowly studied the enemy: A tortoishelle, black-and-ginger cat. Long whiskers. Small paws. Deadly teath and claws. He was cornering a couple of kits who had gone into 'his territory.' How cruel. With a devilish grin, Night unsheathed her claws and lunged.
Night
Age:
19 moons
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Night, despite her cold personality, is a very beautiful cat. She resembles her father in many ways. Her fur is a shiny black, when in moonlight is sparkles and resembles the night sky. Both of her ears have nicks and tears from previous battles. All of her paws are bleach-white, as is her tail-tip. Her left eye is a pretty aqua-greeen, and her right eye is completely colorless. This is because she is blinded totally in that eye. The area around her scarred-eye is very veiny and red, but it is mostly covered by her black fur. She has inherited her father's collar, as all of its dog teeth, though she has studded it with more over the years. Her claw are naturally black, but even those are studded with the claws of dogs.
Personality:
Night's original personality was that like any other kit: Joyous. But presently, her personality is cold and stand-offish. This side of her personality, however, is mainly to those outside her Clan. When inside her Clan, she is very respectful towards the elders and playful to kits. She is usually, however, very quiet and deep in thought. She's like Scourge in personality, as well; exceedingly calm one moment, killing brutally the next. She'll fight for her Clan to the death, but will also dole out brutal punishments to her Clanmates if they 'misbehave,' as Night words it.
History:
Night was the daughter of Scourge and a female that, to this day, is unknown. Scourge had always said to his kit that "she was like her mother in personality and in eyes."
Night started off as a happy, innocent little kit who brought out Bone and Scourge's soft sides. She loved Scourge more than anything, and was always seeking ways to impress him. She had a playmate named Cloud, of which she always had pinning contests with. She was a little bundle of energy and was quite the joy to have around. She was, however, very skilled in her fighting, as she was trained by her father.
It was about when she was a teenager when this change. The events of Tigerstar's visit and murder occured, and soon, Night was fighting brutally in the battle with the Clans. She was fighting when the cry rang out: "Scourge is dead!"
Immediately, Night left her opponent and tried to seek out her father. However, she waited far too long. A Clan cat dashed at her, lunged, and shoved his claws at her right eye.
She was chased away from the scene, and BloodClan scattered. She was very angered at her Clan, and refused to accept that her father was dead until she herself saw the body.
So, that night, she stalked back to the bloody battle area. There, she found the bodies of Bone, Cloud, and, worst of all, Scourge.
She had refused to accept it; he was only unconcious, right? She had shoved him, asking him politely to wake up. This asking turned to begging, which turned to threatening, which turned to screeching, until finally she knew he was dead. She had huddled close to his body for hours, before a voice in the back of her mind whispered, Form it, and destiny will come...
That night, she had licked her father's face, taken his collar, put it on, and took on the role of BrBrassembling BloodClan. And she did.
She extended the territory from the city to the countryside, even bringing medicine cats into the picture. She formed it bigger, better, and ever since she did, Scourge has been speaking to her, guiding her in the right direction, appearing in her dreams, in her waking hours.
To this day, Night is still ruling BloodClan. And she does it without mercy.
RP Example:
Night's ears folded back, and she pressed farther down into the shadows. Her single eye slowly studied the enemy: A tortoishelle, black-and-ginger cat. Long whiskers. Small paws. Deadly teath and claws. He was cornering a couple of kits who had gone into 'his territory.' How cruel. With a devilish grin, Night unsheathed her claws and lunged.