Nightfeather, warrior of SC [Done!] Oct 2, 2011 14:13:32 GMT -6
Post by Night on Oct 2, 2011 14:13:32 GMT -6
PICTURE GOES ABOVE
Some lyrics to describe your character here~
good men must die, but death cannot kill their names.
Reason behind name: Her mother named her Nightkit because of her dark pelt. And... that's pretty much it. Her mother was too weak to think of something creative.
Age: 14 moons
Appearance: Nightfeather's pelt is pitch-black. She has white paws and a small splotch of white on the tip of her tail. Her eyes are a bright, liquidy amber, and stand out from the rest of her body. Her build is medium, not large but not small. Her tail is quite long. Nightfeather's pelt is short-haired, and is usually really well groomed because she HATES messy fur. She often pins down young apprentices just to give them a good wash.
Short Description: Pitch-black she-cat with white paws and amber eyes.
Character number: First!--PERSONALITY--
we continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die.
Personality: Nightfeather is a sweeter cat than most would expect to be in Shadowclan. She loves taking care of other, especially the cute little apprentices because they are still young. She babysits kits in the nursery if a queen needs to go out for a little bit. Like all Shadowclan cats, Nightfeather is really protective of her clan and clanmates. She would unleash her full fury over any little issue involving her clan. Nightfeather's heart always goes out to any cat, and always listens to their problems. Because of her kindness, Nightfeather isn't accepted by some of the other Shadowclan cats. This makes her furious, seeing as how she never did anything wrong to have others hate her. This is about the only time she ever gets angry, and usually the conflict gets resolved rather quickly. Nightfeather usually uses her words to solve conflicts, but isn't afraid to unsheath her claws when neccesary.
Ambition: The thing driving Nightfeather the most is the fact that she wants kits someday. She feels the need to make the Clans a better place before bringing kits into the world, by any means necessary. She wants to make Shadowclan a less scary place, but knows that it is kind of impossible. She loves Shadowclan and doesn't really want it any other way. Her goal for the moment though is to find a mate first. A she-cat cant really have kits without a mate, now can she?
- Rivers because she can't swim
- Grumpy old elders
- Cats who think they're better than everyone else
- Riverclan cats. She hates the smell of fish
- Being by herself
Attitude towards strangers: Sometimes hostile if in a bad mood, but mostly curious.
Attitude towards Clanmates/familiar cats: Open and happy, friendly and often mother-like to the apprentices and kits
Three words describing cat overall: Happy, Motherly, Optimistic
experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.
Secrets: Once had a crush on a Windclan warrior, but got over it once she found out that he was a real jerk.
Family: Spends some time with her family, mostly her sister. They never really were very close, because Nightfeather turned out different than they did.
History: Parents fell in love and ended up having kits. Once the kits formed their personalities, Nightkit wasn't around as much because they didn't see her as a true "Shadowclan cat," who is normally hostile. Had no problem getting along with others, and made a few friends. Once she became an apprentice, Nightpaw started helping queens take care of their kits. The queens thought she was cute, and helped Nightpaw fit in better with the others. Nightpaw started to train harder, and became an excellent hunter. Her mentor was impressed and praised her for it. Once Nightpaw snapped on an older apprentice for mocking her, and tackled him to the ground, sending pawfulls of fur flying through the air. The others watched in shock as the victim scrambled away, leaving a extremely angry Nightpaw in the dust, her eyes like amber flames. Since then, everyone has looked at her different and doesn't really judge her anymore. At least, not in front of her face. Nightpaw proved herself worthy of being a warrior and received her warrior name: Nightfeather. Nightfeather has only been a warrior for a couple moons, but is well adjusted to the life of a warrior.--ABOUT YOU--
and remember, no matter where you go, there you are.
ONLY REQUIRED ON FIRST CHARACTER
What can we call you?: Night, Nighteh, whatever you want XD
How long have you been RPing?: A couple years! I believe at least two, maybe more.
How did you find us?: Through advertising
Secret word!?: +2k!
RP sample: It was cold. Frost covered all forms of plant life, and the smell of snow was on the wind. A lone she-cat made her way through the tall, glistening trees, constantly checking the air for any scent of enemies. Her blue eyes were wide in panic, and her white pelt was ruffled and messy, poofed out because of the the cold wind. In mid-step she let out a cry of agony, hunching over a spasm went through her body. She knew that she didn't have long. The she-cat hurried as fast as she could, finally stumbling across a lone warrior. "Please... Please help me!" She cried in pain, practically collapsing on the poor scared-looking tom. Luckily, the she-cat had made it into her own territory and found one of her own Clan's warriors. If she had come across an enemy warrior, it wouldn't have turned out much, much worse.
The warrior stumbled into the dark camp, practically carrying the she-cat, who was doubled over in pain. The medicine cat rushed frantically over to the she-cat, examining her. "Her kits are coming!" She hissed, and for the first time the young warrior noticed the she-cat's extended belly. They rushed to the nursery, followed by a young, pitch-black tom. "It's gonna be fine, sweetie." He kept whispering, frantically licking his mate's fur. The white she-cat was breathing heavy, her flank rising and falling fast. The medicine cat lay her paws on the she-cat's belly, completely focused on the task. "The first kit is coming." She told the other cats, just as the she-cat started hissing in pain. Only a short while after, a small black kit fell onto the soft, green moss. The medicine cat started licking the the tiny kitten, and stopped once the kit let out small, high pitched mews. "It's a she-cat." The medicine cat told the parents happily, pushing the black she-kit over to her mother.
(Sorry If it's too long! I got carried away ^^)