Post by celestial on Sept 8, 2007 20:16:41 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Night
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Loner
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Loner
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
21 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Night has a pure black pelt, no white marks or any other color. His eyes are a bright amber and he is near impossible to see at night except for them. He has a medium build, not too broad or slim, but has great mussles that will seem to ripple like water when he walks, runs, hunts, or fights.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Night is pretty stand offish, basicly he doesn't like company or talking. He preferrs to hide in the shadows as it seems he was made to do. He will only tolerate another cat's precence if they do not know he is there or if something really strange has happened to him or them, though he also likes a good fight every now and then. No one has ever broken through his barriers he put up when he was small and he doesn't intend to let any one. Of all the cats in the forest he is the one who seems to have one of the worst pasts. He is never truely happy, seeking a joy through battles that he never finds, and he will often loose himself to throughts and just stare off into space, though his guard is never down. He acts snippy and grumpy when confronted by other cats to keep them away, his heart has been hurt one too many times to let anyone near.
He only truely seems to enjoy climbing high into the trees at night and watching the forest, it makes him feel as if he is not alone and ignored but that he is a part of the forest, just another shadow in the branches concealing prey and predator alike, being the line between life and death, joy and sorrow, instead of having to face that line himself. To watch a mighty owl catch a weak mouse or to see a cunning mouse trick the stupid or witless owl out of it's meal, those are things he can see and understand with out being part of them and that is what he truely enjoys, though that joy is only half heartened and can never sustain him.
[glow=green,2,300]History:[/glow]
When Night was a kit he was part of Thunderclan and named Shadowkit by his mother. But his father, Cloudedmind, was twisted and ambitious, killing his own mate and betraying the clan to Shadowclan, leading a raid on his own clan, stealing away his two kits, Night and his sister, Rainkit, as prizes for Shadowclan. On his victorious run back to Shadowclan territory, Cloudedmind tripped and smuthered Rainkit under his bulk while Night rolled off into the thick grasses, mewling patheticly. When Cloudedmind finally stood back up ,after being stunned by the fall, Rainkit had sufficated to death and Cloudedmind only luaghed maddly at her limp body rushing off to Shadowclan territory, only to be hit by a monster as he tried to cross the thunderpath. Alone and only 3 moons old Night, still only Shadowkit, was terrified. He ran far from the territory in panic as he tried to find his was back to camp. He had then stummbled into the misty forest and lost all sights of where to go. Shivering he had hid behind a twisted tree root, concealed by the dark as he listened to an owl hooting in the distance. Moons went by as he learned to hunt feebaly on his own, mostly eating crow food until he mastered hunting mice. Then a day came when he crossed paths with another loner, and they fought. It was over just a rabbit Night had cuaght but the other loner had been starving and needed food. Any time the loner blinked he would loose his sight of where night was in the gathering darkness until a slash across his back gave away Night's Position again. Tired the loner gave up and slipped to the ground meowing, "What use is it to try to fight the night for food? You can't see it and it only seems to bring pain trying." From then on Shadowkit had taken Night to be his name until it fit him better than anything else could have.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Shadowkit's heart was pounding as Rainkit mewled for their mother next to him. Their father wasn't loosening his grip on their scruffs however and Shadowkit knew it was him who had cuased there mother to join Starclan not even a few minutes before. Cloudedmind suddenly jerked forward crashing down. As the ground neared Shadowkit's scruff came loose from their father's aws and he tubled over in the air roling over himself a few times as he hit the hard ground. When he looked up he was surrounded by tall grass. He mewed patheticly looking for the way out. He crawled out of the grass in time to see Cloudedmind stand up, Rainkit limp under neight him. As his father suddenly let out a mad luagh Shadowkit gasped, it was the same luagh he had let loose when he had killed their mother.
Cloudedmind jumped to rush off towards the Shadowclan territory so Shadowkit tried to run after him, stumbling over his own paws. He knew no matter how much he hated his father that he needed to stick with him to survive. But Cloudedmind was to quick he was soon out of Shadowkit's sights. Only a few seconds after he was out of veiw Shadowkit heard a horrible screech and his father's dessperately mad yowl. suddenly the cacophenous noise cut off as a hard thudded replaced it. As he cleared the grasses he saw his father, dead, on the cold path that must be the thunderpath. Sorrow, fear, and anger all raged up within him at the same time. Sorrow, for this was his father no matter what he had done and becuase his mother was gone along with his sister. Fear, becuase now he was on his own with no protection or skills. Rage, at the two-legs and what they could do and at his father for what HE could do. Confused by his emotions he shook his head, turned tail, and ran.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]BLOOD![/glow]
Night
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Loner
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Loner
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
21 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Night has a pure black pelt, no white marks or any other color. His eyes are a bright amber and he is near impossible to see at night except for them. He has a medium build, not too broad or slim, but has great mussles that will seem to ripple like water when he walks, runs, hunts, or fights.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Night is pretty stand offish, basicly he doesn't like company or talking. He preferrs to hide in the shadows as it seems he was made to do. He will only tolerate another cat's precence if they do not know he is there or if something really strange has happened to him or them, though he also likes a good fight every now and then. No one has ever broken through his barriers he put up when he was small and he doesn't intend to let any one. Of all the cats in the forest he is the one who seems to have one of the worst pasts. He is never truely happy, seeking a joy through battles that he never finds, and he will often loose himself to throughts and just stare off into space, though his guard is never down. He acts snippy and grumpy when confronted by other cats to keep them away, his heart has been hurt one too many times to let anyone near.
He only truely seems to enjoy climbing high into the trees at night and watching the forest, it makes him feel as if he is not alone and ignored but that he is a part of the forest, just another shadow in the branches concealing prey and predator alike, being the line between life and death, joy and sorrow, instead of having to face that line himself. To watch a mighty owl catch a weak mouse or to see a cunning mouse trick the stupid or witless owl out of it's meal, those are things he can see and understand with out being part of them and that is what he truely enjoys, though that joy is only half heartened and can never sustain him.
[glow=green,2,300]History:[/glow]
When Night was a kit he was part of Thunderclan and named Shadowkit by his mother. But his father, Cloudedmind, was twisted and ambitious, killing his own mate and betraying the clan to Shadowclan, leading a raid on his own clan, stealing away his two kits, Night and his sister, Rainkit, as prizes for Shadowclan. On his victorious run back to Shadowclan territory, Cloudedmind tripped and smuthered Rainkit under his bulk while Night rolled off into the thick grasses, mewling patheticly. When Cloudedmind finally stood back up ,after being stunned by the fall, Rainkit had sufficated to death and Cloudedmind only luaghed maddly at her limp body rushing off to Shadowclan territory, only to be hit by a monster as he tried to cross the thunderpath. Alone and only 3 moons old Night, still only Shadowkit, was terrified. He ran far from the territory in panic as he tried to find his was back to camp. He had then stummbled into the misty forest and lost all sights of where to go. Shivering he had hid behind a twisted tree root, concealed by the dark as he listened to an owl hooting in the distance. Moons went by as he learned to hunt feebaly on his own, mostly eating crow food until he mastered hunting mice. Then a day came when he crossed paths with another loner, and they fought. It was over just a rabbit Night had cuaght but the other loner had been starving and needed food. Any time the loner blinked he would loose his sight of where night was in the gathering darkness until a slash across his back gave away Night's Position again. Tired the loner gave up and slipped to the ground meowing, "What use is it to try to fight the night for food? You can't see it and it only seems to bring pain trying." From then on Shadowkit had taken Night to be his name until it fit him better than anything else could have.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Shadowkit's heart was pounding as Rainkit mewled for their mother next to him. Their father wasn't loosening his grip on their scruffs however and Shadowkit knew it was him who had cuased there mother to join Starclan not even a few minutes before. Cloudedmind suddenly jerked forward crashing down. As the ground neared Shadowkit's scruff came loose from their father's aws and he tubled over in the air roling over himself a few times as he hit the hard ground. When he looked up he was surrounded by tall grass. He mewed patheticly looking for the way out. He crawled out of the grass in time to see Cloudedmind stand up, Rainkit limp under neight him. As his father suddenly let out a mad luagh Shadowkit gasped, it was the same luagh he had let loose when he had killed their mother.
Cloudedmind jumped to rush off towards the Shadowclan territory so Shadowkit tried to run after him, stumbling over his own paws. He knew no matter how much he hated his father that he needed to stick with him to survive. But Cloudedmind was to quick he was soon out of Shadowkit's sights. Only a few seconds after he was out of veiw Shadowkit heard a horrible screech and his father's dessperately mad yowl. suddenly the cacophenous noise cut off as a hard thudded replaced it. As he cleared the grasses he saw his father, dead, on the cold path that must be the thunderpath. Sorrow, fear, and anger all raged up within him at the same time. Sorrow, for this was his father no matter what he had done and becuase his mother was gone along with his sister. Fear, becuase now he was on his own with no protection or skills. Rage, at the two-legs and what they could do and at his father for what HE could do. Confused by his emotions he shook his head, turned tail, and ran.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]BLOOD![/glow]