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 Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 9:26 am
 Welcome, NightClan cats. Here is where your cat profile is posted AFTER THEY HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED IN THE PROFILE APPROVAL THREAD and where your character comes alive. (We post them here ourselves, don't worry). You are greedy for territory, much like your ancestors, ShadowClan. You are ambitious but brave in battle.
Your leader is Foxstar
Your deputy is Falconwind
Your medicine cat is Rabbitfoot.
Your medicine cat apprentice is [RESERVED]Welcome to our Clan!( If you ever need to add information to these, such as name changes, ask your Clan Moderator to edit it for you.
The NightClan Moderator is XNekoponX
The NC Mod Assistant is xXAnachronIsmEpsIceXx )
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 2:46 pm
Creator: June Angel Owner: XNekoponX  . : About Me : . My name is Foxstar.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 30 Moons Old.
I'm the Leader.
My kin include Redshadow(Father), Lilyshine(Mother), Scarletpaw(Daughter) and Olivepaw(Son).
My mate is Mudnose.
My apprentice is Olivepaw, my own son.. : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
✔- My mate, Mudnose, of course!
✔- My kits…my only kin…
✔- NightClan, my clan, not to mention the BEST one!
✔- All of my Clanmates…sometimes…
✔- Willowheart, she’s like a sister to me
✔- The sky, especially the stars and moon
✔- Being a Father…
✔- Fighting!
✔- Hunting!
✔- Fire…odd…I know.
✔- Frogs, my favorite food!
✔- Peace and prosperity within my clan
✔- When things go my way
✔- Hard work
✔- Cats who are brave, trustworthy, confident, courageous, kind, good-natured, serious, and intelligent.
✔- Relaxing in the sun
✔- Cute things...he has a soft spot for them...
✔- Winning
✔- When things go his way
✔- Obedience
✔- Sunrises and sunsets
My least favorite things...
✗- Cats who defy me!
✗- Those who look down on me or my clan!
✗- When my own clanmates don't trust me
✗- Suspicions
✗- Extremly hot days...my fur does me no justice then...
✗- Losing my temper
✗- Mockery
✗- Self-doubt
✗- Weakness(s)…and…my own…
✗- Water
✗- Foxtraps
✗- Danger/Trouble
✗- Unhappiness or strife in the clan
✗- Deaths of respectable cats
✗- StormClan. Ugh.
And, my fears.
☠- Losing control of my clan
☠- NightClan being destroyed
☠- Death of a clanmate
☠- Failing to protect or lose my loved ones…
☠- My own weaknesses being revealed
☠- Failure in…certain things
☠- Being helpless
. : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Ambitious and overbearing, Foxstar has a personality to match his prowess. Foxstar uses intimidation to scare off enemies or to show he isn’t afraid in the slightest. He is fearless and stubborn, and he is a strong and natural leader who will always try his best. He wants to show others that they can depend on him and that he is anything but weak.
Foxstar is an honest, caring, helpful, passionate, and fiercely loyal cat. He never settles for “decent”, and will go out of his way to do something with all of his power…even if the matter is petty. The young leader is also known for his temper, though it’s toned down exceptionally since he befriended Willowheart and became mates with Mudnose. That doesn’t mean he won’t snap…and when he does, you’d better watch yourself...because the results won't be pretty. He has a strong sense of justice. With a streak of protectiveness for all he holds dear, which includes his clan, Foxstar will not stand for mockery of his clan and its clanmates.
In this, cats view the tom as extremely ambitious, what with his dreams of helping Nightclan “rise” above the rest. Truthfully, Foxstar only wants to do what’s best for his clan because of his deep-rooted loyalty to the warrior code…which he values very highly. Even when the tom comes off as untrustworthy and dangerous, Foxstar has his heart in the right place. Though stern and even hostile, the tom only wants to bring NightClan back from the darkness it had suffered through with his clan’s history of dishonoring the warrior code. This is why the leader will stand up for his clan in any matter and protect it. He finds it his duty to be the leader his clan needs and to purify his clan’s dirty slate with a new beginning of greatness. The tom has been known to be rather oblivious, and fails to see the distrust and unease in his own Clan, much less the other clans and their cats.
Foxstar also has his weaknesses and insecurities. He hold grudges for longer than needed and he can be rather arrogant and “over-the-top”. The tom can’t stand being looked down on and will, again, go out of his way to prove anyone who challenges him wrong. The tom, still retaining his stubbornness and brashness, has much to improve on to truly become a leader his clan wants. Not only does Foxstar often fail to be humble, he’s insecure of his clan’s shadowed past, and it pushes the leader to try even harder. He strives to get past his self-doubt and weaknesses.
It's what I am, like it or not.
As leader of NightClan, Foxstar uses his heavy, tall, and sturdy appearance to his advantage. Though kind and thoughtful on the inside, physically, the tom is quite the force to be reckoned with. He bears a great build as one of the largest cats in the clan, with a muscular, compact, broad, and well-built body.
Foxstar’s fur is long and very thick, keeping his body warm and comfy during leaf-fall and merciless leaf-bares, but can be a hassle during green-leaf’s hottest days. His fur bears resemblance to a brand of crimson flames, and is glossy and well kept. He is very muscular; he has a broad head and heavy paws that sheath thorn-sharp claws. His eyes, which strike fear and superiority to others, are fierce dark amber orbs that always appear narrowed; crackling with flames of red and orange intensity. His whiskers are white and his ears are rather large and darken at the tips. His fur coloring bares a striking resemblance to a fox, giving him his namesake.
The tom also bares a battle scarred body and a torn left ear he had received from skirmishes as an apprentice and such. From the many scars along his body, the most visible ones would be the scar across his nose which is in the shape of an "x", three long claw marks on his flank, and a slim but jagged one right along his right eye, tearing the skin and leaving his eye uninjured.
Foxstar used to hate his appearance, but has since learned to deal with it and accept the disadvantages and advantages of his body.
My history, don't go poking around!
Foxstar, before his reign as leader of NightClan, he started out in the dangerous world as Foxkit. He was always quite the ruffian and “bully”, rough-housing with kits and starting fights. He was your typical kit, through and through, with a loving and kind mother, Lilyshine, and a fierce and powerful father, Redshadow. Foxkit often led his nursery-mates about like a natural leader and had ambitions of becoming deputy ever since. Foxkit couldn’t wait to become an apprentice after that, determined to show his clan his worth. He dreamed of being the best warrior in all the Clans.
As Foxpaw, he was an exceptional apprentice. He was almost always included in battle patrols and skirmishes alike, earning him his torn ear and several scars that he still has today. Foxpaw was an independent apprentice, not wanting any part of that special "bond" mentors were supposed to share with their apprentices. The independent streak Foxpaw portrayed only grew stronger during a particular NightClan attack on StormClan. Lilyshine, his mother, fought as fiercely as any warrior during the raid, but perished after struggling to attack the medicine den. Foxpaw, only 7 moons at the time, was devastated to the point of shutting himself from everyone, including his mentor, Adderstrike, and his father, Redshadow…who didn’t seem as hurt by Lilyshine’s passing…which infuriated the grieving tom. He began to grow so distant, he soon had no friends. Somehow, a certain silver apprentice managed to squeeze into his life and became his best and only friend. Her name was Willowpaw. She worked her way into his shriveling heart and helped him return to his old self as well…though he was still reserved. As Foxstar, he still shows hints of this persona today.
After fighting off a fox by himself, which was reckless, idiotic, dangerous, but a brave act as he defended his Clan, Foxpaw finally earned his warrior name, Foxfur. Foxfur served loyally, albeit quietly. He was still distant with his clanmates. Foxfur also came to love Willowheart like a sister, not to mention opening up more to his Clan. He knew that Willowheart would be nothing more than a sister, and they shared a great friendship without complications. Many troubles befell NightClan as time went on with Fathom, the demons, odd prophecies, and traitors. Still, Foxfur had soon clawed his way into popularity within the Clans, especially his own, and achieved the rank of deputy from Lavenderstar, trusting him with the future paws of their clan. He finally achieved his kittenhood dream of becoming leader (or, at least, deputy)! But being deputy wasn't easy. There were so many things he had to accustom himself to. He was exhausted all the time, and even started to refuse to sleep, afraid everything might crumble down while he rested…especially after the strife of the Slayers.
As he trudged through life and what it had to offer, the tom had never once thought of a mate. While scarred, he was rather handsome in a gruff sort of way. He was often oblivious to the signs of affection from other she-cats. But he soon found he only had eyes for one she-cat...though it took him quite some time to notice, let alone admit it. Ever since he fell in love with Mudnose, Foxfur was cured of his insomnia and his overall attitude improved. He became more involved in his clan and strove to protect Mudnose and every cat in his Clan. When Lavenderstar perished of deadly Blackcough, the surprised deputy reluctantly but bravely accepted his lives from StarClan, and he became Foxstar. Soon his children, Scarletkit and Olivekit, were born into NightClan. Foxstar was anxious at first, but he turned out to be a great and loving father, wanting to be everything his father hadn't been to him. As Clan life continued, Foxstar didn’t think life could get any better. Unfortunately, things began going downhill with the new prophecy and a new destiny unfolding before the clans. But, while young, ignorant, and inexperienced, the young leader knows he will do whatever he can to bring NightClan out of the shadows it has wallowed in for so long and back into StarClan’s grace, no matter what happens as the next chapter of his life passes...
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 2:48 pm
Owner: Ember Robinwood  . : About Me : . My name is Falconwind.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 15 moons old.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include my mother Silvertail and my father Hawkslash. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Hunting with my mentor
~Battle training with my mentor and other apprentices
~Climbing trees
~Sunny spots
~Silentleopard
~Rabbitfoot
My least favorite things...
~Other Clans
~Kits that are annoying
~The rain
~Hunger
~Guardianvow
And, my fears.
~Pain
~Dying
~Becoming evil
~Being betrayed . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I am distrusting, but not as cold as I used to be. My temper is still short, however, my tongue is still sharp, but you should still try to avoid my bad side. I can be violent and aggressive if you push me to far, especially when it comes to defending Silentleopard. On the other hand, I am actually nice when you get to know me. My personality is very flawed, but I have a soft side that I only really show Silentleopard, you have to be very close to me to see it. I don't open up to others often because I don't want to be hurt or betrayed.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am a sleek black tom cat with amber eyes. I am lean, well muscled, and medium sized; it helps with my speed and agility. Now that I am a fully grown warrior my fur is sleek and has a shine to it. My muscles are very noticeable under my pelt, especially when I am hunting and running. However, I don't spend much time grooming because I don't really care what the other warriors think of me, but now I'm almost always trying to impress the crippled white she-cat, Silentleopard. I wonder if she'll ever notice me.
My history, don't go poking around!
My mother was a NightClan warrior, however, my father, on the other hand, was a BreezeClan warrior. I was born in the moors when my mother ran away shortly before I was born. A BreezeClan patrol found us and she was escorted back to the NightClan camp. It was then that my father decided to stay in NightClan with my mother. He vanished a while later, no one knows where he went. I don't really remember him, but everyone say that I look exactly like him. This makes the BreezeClan cats dislike me and the other NightClan cats don't like me very much because I am a half-clan cat along with the fact that I look like my father. My goal is to prove that I am a loyal NightClan warrior and to be the best cat that I can be. Also, I received my my warrior three moons ago. I was named Falconwind in honor of my half-BreezeClan blood.
Nine moons ago I was apprenticed after having a rough and lonely kithood. It was only after then that I met the medicine cat's apprentice, Rabbitpaw, now called Rabbitfoot. I now consider him one of my bestfriends, especially after the battle with the slayers when he helped me find the body of my mother, whom was killed by Ravage. I was also when I was apprenticed that I got to know Silentpaw, she's now called Silentleopard. We really had only met right before the battle with the slayers, but in the moons following the battle we have bonded very well. I have come to realize that I am in love with Silentleoplard and I plan on telling her very soon. Oh, StarClan, please help her not to reject me!
As it turns out, her brother Guardianvow hates me and I have the feeling he's going to try and keep us apart. What am I going to do about him?
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 2:49 pm
Owner: XxAnachronIsmEpsIcexX  . : About Me : . My name is Rabbitfoot.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 16 moons.
I'm a Medicine cat under Hauntedheart.
My kin include No one alive.. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~ Being alone
~ Watching birds
~ Cats with interesting personalities, quirks, or qualities
~ Eating fresh-kill
~ Being a medicine cat
My least favorite things...
~ Talking about my father
~ Talking a lot, unless it's with someone interesting or about something interesting
~ Badgers
~ Being told what to do
~ Lavenderstar
~ Blood [Yes, real blood]
And, my fears.
~ Trees
~ Water
~ Dogs . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Rabbitfoot, usually referring to himself as Rabbit, is a pretty self-seclusive cat, unless he's around cats with quirks or interesting qualities. He's fun when alone, but usually acts quiet around most others, save the sarcastic words he throws about, with either a defiant or a bored expression fixiated on his face. He believes that showing emotion to even your Clanmates is a danger. He doesn't like the Warrior Code or Lavenderstar. When he's alone, he's not as self-conscious about how he presents his emotions, likes to chase snowflakes, and holds his mouth open in the event of a harsh wind. He hasn't ever been and still isn't too fond of blood, and often finds that it makes him vomit.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Rabbitfoot is an unusually large pawed, dark brown tabby with dull, gray, defiant eyes. His front right paw is oddly disfigured [which makes his name hideously ironic] and has a scar running from his ear to the bottom of his chin. His tail is thicker than most cats because he's half scottish wildcat. His legs are a bit on the short side, making him seem even slower.
My history, don't go poking around!
Rabbitkit was born deeper in the forest outskirts to his mother, who was a rogue, a former NightClan warrior. She had been exiled when she attempted to kill the Clan's medicine cat many, many moons ago. Her friend from a long time ago found the two, and she was asked if she could take the kit to NightClan.
The queen who had just found out that she wasn't expecting kits, naturally agreed. She took Rabbitkit to NightClan, letting the kit pose as hers. His mother cared deeply for him, and told him everything he wanted to know. What his father had been like (He had been a type of wildcat unlike the forest cats), who his mother was, and other things. One day, in the battle with SeaClan caused by Darkshadow, his mother died. Devastated, he stupidly set out on an irrational trip to go to SeaClan and 'kill the Clan cats'. On the way, he was attacked by a ferocious dog. It gave him an ugly scar on his jaw and it tore his ear. The kit tried to fight, but as he went and swiped a paw at the dog, it bit his paw, crushing almost every bone in the paw. A warrior intervened, chasing off the dog. Ever since, his right front paw has been oddly disfigured.
When he was around six moons old, he realised that his paw certainly wouldn't help him learn how to hunt and fight, and he admitted defeat. He knew that he would have to become the medicine cat apprentice if he were to ever mean something to the Clan. So, the day of a Clan meeting, when he was called up to become an apprentice, he stopped Lavenderstar, and told her that he wanted to be Hauntedheart's apprentice instead of hers. Hauntedheart agreed, so he was apprenticed under the wise medicine cat. When he was fourteen moons, he was granted his full medicine cat name, Rabbitfoot. The name kind of made him irritated, but he stuck with it and eventually began to laugh it off.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 2:50 pm
Medicine cat apprentice slot
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 2:51 pm
Owner: XxAnachronIsmEpsIcexX  . : About Me : .My name is Mudnose.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm Twenty-nine Moons. [augh, so freaking old now!!! Dl ]
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Olivepaw [deceased sister], Olivekit [son], Autumnkit [daughter].. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
~ Eating
~ Hunting
~ Foxfur
~ The moon
~ Blood [Not the taste though.]
My least favorite things...
~ The rain
~ The sun
~ Cats in other Clans
~ Strangers
~ Kits
~ Mentoring apprentices
~ Cowards
And, my fears.
~ Water
~ Foxes
~ Butterflies. Yes, I said butterflies. They just freak her out.. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Mudnose is a pretty rowdy cat and can and will manage to annoy anyone as she pleases. She has quite the temper at times and makes use of her time toying with other cats' minds. She doesn't like to open up to many, but there's a certain cat in her life that's....calmed her down in a way. She hates fighting with other cats because sometimes, she blacks out, and when she snaps out of it, her opponent usually is horribly injured. She has a respect for dogs, unknown by many. She's often reckless in battle, and often faints after them because she pushes her body too hard. This is because at times, she thinks that she's invincible, since pain doesn't affect her [she was born with a nerve disorder called CIPA** . ]. She has scary mood swings at times, and is overall hard to deal with. She is somewhat mystified by blood, in a sadistic sense [explaining the self-inflicted cuts and scratches on her legs], but she doesn't like the taste of it. She also gags at the sound of crunching bones.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Mudnose is a pretty seal point siamese she-cat. She has dark brown, almost black ears and face. Her tail is about the same color. Her long tail is crooked though, due to an accident involving a boulder, two dogs, and a rogue. Her back paws are brown too. Her eyes are a beautiful and captivating blue, almost like the sky. Her front and back legs are mostly cream colored, but are dappled with different shades of brown.
My history, don't go poking around!
Mudnose was born in the Clan, and raised there as well. As a kit, she lashed out at any and everyone when she didn't get her way. She usually spent time chasing after grasshoppers and playing with her sister, Nightsong [she went missing soon into warriorhood]. She had another sister named Olivepaw, who was a snowshoe siamese, but she never talked to her. She hated her because Olivepaw looked in her opinion, much prettier than herself. She calmed down a little as an apprentice, but not by much.
When she was 10 moons old, she went hunting by herself, but soon caught the scent of rogue. She went to investigate, but didn't find anything, so she resumed hunting. Soon later, she was stalking a lizard, and the rogue quickly caught it, all smug and all. They argued about it for about 10 minutes, and then the rogue attacked her. She killed him, and started for the lizard.
Two dogs bursted into the clearing, and chased her to the gorge. She lead one off the edge, and then as she was gloating, the other dog pushed her off the edge, and she fell into the water. She soon found a bank, and started to dry off, but the dog pushed a boulder down the cliff, and it landed on her tail. It took almost all of the warriors to get the rock off of her tail.
A crooked tail is the only reminder of how smart dogs can actually be. For her, at least.
A moon later, her other sister and her went on a hunt. Foxes invaded the camp while they were gone, and when they got back, they both sprang into action, toward the nursery. When they entered, her sister, Olivepaw, was snatched away, and was immediately torn to pieces, her guts strewn across the den. This horrifying image haunts the somewhat hardened she-cat to this day.
When Mudnose was nineteen moons, she began having feelings for a certain cat. At first, she had no idea what was going on; she literally thought that she was sick. About a moon later, when talking with a few other cats one time, she found out what that odd feeling was: love. About two moons later, under very odd circumstances, she ended up confessing her feelings to the deputy of NightClan, Foxfur. She was in a delusional state at the time from adder venom, and when she woke up three days after collapsing, she thought that the incident had been a dream. She soon confronted Foxfur though after she confirmed that it had happened, and Foxfur told her that he loved her too.
About three moons after the end of the great war with the Star slayers, Mudnose found out, to her complete and utter dismay, that she was expecting kits. All throughout the pregnency, she was moodier beyond belief. Honestly, she didn't want kits. She hated the thought of having kits. She couldn't stand being in the nursery either. She would disappear from the nursery often. The fatter she got though, the less often she went out though. She was scared that she would start having her kits without knowing it, since she wouldn't be able to feel it.
Two moons later, after a very complicated birth, her and Foxfur became the proud parents of two kits; a daughter and a son. At first, it was hard to get used to having kits to care for, since she honestly couldn't stand kits, but she's begun to warm up to them.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 2:57 pm
Owner: XxAnachronIsmEpsIcexX . : About Me : . My name is Swansong, which sounds quite ironic to me.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm Thirty-four moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include no one. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~ Listening
~ Hunting
~ Sleeping
~ Birds
~ Etching different shapes in the sand
My least favorite things...
~ Kits. Especially Silenkit. (:<
~ Being called by his former warrior name. Cause Voiceless is a crappy, informal name. :U
~ Border patrols
And, my fears.
~ Being alone
~ Water
~ Twolegs . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Swansong is a mute. He has been since a little after he became an apprentice. He's a somewhat easy cat to be around, since you can't get into an argument with him. Or it's hard to, since he doesn't speak. He tends to get angry really easy and since he can't express his anger to his clanmates, he'll walk away into the forest and start tearing up grass and things, being very destructive outside of camp so he doesn't hurt others. He's frightened of being alone..
It's what I am, like it or not.
Swansong is a young, (man) pretty, black and white tom, who is mostly black. The white rings around his shoulders and is on his paws and a little on his face. His belly is black. His eyes are a vibrant olive green. He has a somewhat lean build, making him a suitable hunter since he's light on his feet. He's missing a few claws on his right back paw and his tail is very long and a little crooked.
My history, don't go poking around!
Swansong was born in NightClan to his mother and father. He used to love both very much. He was a somewhat bouncy tom, and loved to play with other cats. When he became an apprentice, there was a shortage of warriors and the leader chose his father to mentor him. He was excited because his father was an excellent warrior.
One day he went out with his mother to hunt, and they ran into twolegs. A twoleg picked him up and started toward his monster. His mother attacked the twoleg, and she was taken too, to his nest. There, Swanpaw managed to get away, but was a witness to the cruelty and wrath of the twolegs. The twoleg took his mother and skinned her alive on a tree stump and tossed her into the river. Horrified and terrified, Swanpaw ran back home. He was lost for a moon.
When he got back, he told the leader what had happened. The Clan was devastated for the loss, and Swanpaw was mentored again. He believed that his father blamed the apprentice for his loss, since it rationalized why his father tried to kill him one night. They were discovered, and his father was killed then and there. They started asking Swanpaw weird questions like, "Did he touch you?", or "Did he bite you?" He wouldn't answer. He couldn't talk. He was too horrified by what had happened, and hasn't spoke ever since. They told him that his father hadn't attacked him because he was mad about his mate being killed. He had caught the 'Madness'.
After this happening, cats started calling him Voiceless, and that was his first Warrior name. He was infuriated by this name and at times, he would attack other cats for calling him that. One day, when Fathom became leader though, he renamed him Swansong.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 2:59 pm
Owner: Timecraze  . : About Me : . My name is Marcy >> Marblepaw >> Marblewing.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm ninteen moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include my sister, Lightsound; my mother, Angelica; and my father, Badgerwing (sister and father deceased; mother, unknown). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- watching birds
- going outside
- stalking in tall grass
- climbing trees
- chasing mice
- my sister
- being goofy
- my friends
- sunshine
- cat naps
- Foxstar (though, it's because he's the first cat who welcomed me into the Clan. Nothing more.)
My least favorite things...
- my old two-leg family
- bugs
- deep water
- big cats
- being called names
- anyone disrespecting Badgerwing's memory
- not having any more family
And, my fears.
- death
- deep water
- drowning . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I have a very sharp tounge, sometimes. I like being sassy, and cats will learn it quickly. I respect my elders, though sometimes I can't help but be a little sarcastic with them. (Just ask Foxstar). I'm usually daring and curious, going on an adventure whenever I can. I love to make friends. And it's even more fun to go on an adventure with them! I'm as curious as a cat can get. Hopefully it won't get me into a lot of trouble.
I'm strong, courageous and very determined. I'll stand up for what I believe is right, even if it's not exactly great looking. I try and keep my hope up for as long as I can. It's not fun with everyone's depressed.
I'm also very sensitive when it comes to discussing my family. I've pretty much lost all of them, and it kind of gets to you. Most of the time it seems like I'm doing just fine. But sometimes you need to look a little deeper. I want to be comforted, but I won't go to others and spill everything. You need to build my trust. Anyways, I'm quick to anger as well. So, say the wrong thing at the right time and you'll light the short fuse. I can never sit in one spot long and I'm always jumping around or running. It kind of throws you off, doesn't it? By acting so bubbly all the time, cats often forget I shouldn't be prodded.
It's what I am, like it or not.
My fur is thick and long, so sometimes I get really hot during greenleaf. My right back paw, ears, and tail-tip are black. My chest is creamy white as well as my belly fur. Starting from above my eyes and around my cheeks, the rest of my fur is a light grey. I've got pink pads and an adorable pink nose. Sounds cute, right? I love my eyes, which are a beautiful, soft blue color.
Ugh. And during the fox attack in Nightclan, I lost some of my ear in the fight. So my left ear-tip is torn. Not so great, but it can't be helped.
My history, don't go poking around!
Me and my sister, May, weren't born as kittypets. We were acually were born in an alleyway. Call us alley-cats if you will. Our father was a warrior from Nightclan but was killed by dog on his way back. My mother disappeared a few months after giving birth to me (May was from our mother's first litter) and these twolegs found us. It was winter, and we had no one else. We were shivering; near death. I guess without them, we wouldn't have lived very long.
My sister May went missing after a while and I was left living with the twolegs. I dreamt of escaping and going to Nightclan but I feared about what the cats would say about me. My father, Badgerwing, before he died, told me and May all about NightClan. Our mother thought it was too dangerous, and kept us with her instead. Badgerwing wanted us to grow up as he did, in a safe and secure place that he knew well. He was planning on raising them along with Angelica by bringing her to NightClan too.
I was playing outside one day when I wandered off too far into the woods. I was discovered by a patrol and taken to NightClan. It sounded familiar to me and I adjusted quickly, leaving my kittypet life behind. And then I remembered. NightClan! My father's clan. I was raised for the rest of my kithood in NightClan as one of their own. I made great friends, Ducky and Smoke, but it wouldn't be forever. Later on, Ducky ended up drowning and Smoke disappeared. My friends were gone.
One day my sister, May, had been discovered in the camp. Strangely, she claimed to be from SeaClan and went by the name Lightsound -- and that almost got her chased out of the camp. But I remembered her. I stood up against the others, even Foxfur (who is now Foxstar). I took my punishment, but didn't go back on my word. Eventually, Lightsound was allowed to stay in NightClan.
At first no one welcomed her or trusted her. I thought it was unfair and always stood up for her. Odd, since I was only a kit at the time. But during a battle, Lightsound prooved her worth to Lavenderstar when she saved the leader from an attack. After that, Lightsound had little help from me anymore; she didn't need it. Cats welcomed her, and I felt proud.
I was made an apprentice, Marblepaw, and was assigned the mentor Spiriteyes. My training went by smoothly and before I knew it, I was a warrior. Unfortunately, another battle had ensued before that. Lightsound had fought and was wounded. Her wounds healed, but she had gotten an infection. There was nothing to be done. My sister died and her burial was held.
And here I am now, suffering the loss of my close friends and family. But I seem to be doing pretty good, right?
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 3:01 pm
Owner: XNekoponX  . : About Me : . My name is Envyfeather.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm 16 moons old.
I'm an Warrior.
My kin include Shatterfang, Darkshadow, Pine-eyes, and Rainblast((all of his kits included)).
My apprentice is Orchidpaw. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
✖My kin...mostly Rainblast...
✖Hunting
✖My mentor, Mudnose
✖Butterflies...they are so delicate and pretty...
✖Sleep
✖Nobleheart
✖Birds
✖Nighttime
✖Flowers, especially lilies
✖Darkness
✖Dreaming
My least favorite things...
✖Loudness/Loud noises
✖Rude cats
✖Being alone
✖Being ignored
✖My depression
✖Looked down on or ridiculed
✖Pain
✖Light
✖Liars
✖Hauntedheart, she lied to me, she let my brothers lie to me...
✖Guardianvow, don't get me wrong, I don't hate him... I just don't feel comfortable around him...he looks so much like...him...
And, my fears.
✖Blood, the demon cat and actual blood
✖Foxes and other predators/monsters
✖Heights
✖Water
✖Never being understood
✖Being forgotten
✖Betrayal
✖Death
✖Getting lost
✖Making someone unhappy or displeased
✖Being alone...forever
✖Not being able to dream...
✖The light, figuratively speaking...
✖Thunder/Lightning
✖Fire
✖Losing Nobleheart... . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'm Envyfeather of NightClan, an envious she-cat who studies from afar. I often think before acting, in my careful nature. I never act without really thinking, nor loose my temper or patience. I often get lost in daydreaming, or my thoughts... Though, I have my moments... I used to be a very optimistic, bubbly, and cheerful cat, but I think...I've changed. Now, I do hold kindness, sensitivity and sweet forgiving gentleness in my heart, I've grown more...apologetic and....depressed. I hate this, that trait about me. My sadness, I think it developed soon after my parents and...precious Nobleheart's death. I'm content with out situation, but I really am envious when ever I see other cats enjoy their lives with mates and parents. I'm close to my sibling Rainblast...but...I don't think we are, in all, close. I used to always be so compassionate towards others, but under my pretty looks, I have a lost, uncertain, fear filled spirit. I look and feel physically and mentally weak, unstable, and defenseless. But, I'm fiercely loyal, doing anything for my clan, this has not changed inside me. I want to be a "good she-cat" and do whatever I'm told, really, I have an obsession with obedience. Everyday, I yearn to see Nobleheart, you could call it obsession, call it what you want, but I take it as love. I honor his nonexistent grave with a lily, every season, around an old tree outside the camp...a place he and I ventured to in our youth...when the real him...was alive. I do have my melancholic and emotional moments, but I try my best to mask it with a fake tender smile and liquid blue gaze. I am pretty socially awkward, quiet, shy, lonely, distant, but, loving, soft-spoken, timid, and soft. But, I do appear naive, curious, weak, and fragile like a delicate lily, someone hiding secrets within me with those oh so fake...emotions. Others could describe me as a beautiful yet delicate butterfly. I stutter alot, and, appear so lost and melancholic nowadays, as if I don't belong. I wonder if he's watching...does he...approve?
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am much like a small copy of my mother, minus the sharp yellow eyes she had. With a pretty mottled face, gentle yet vacant like liquid, bluish-purple eyes, and a sweet smell and or atmosphere to me, cats say I'm a pretty little she-cat. I have gorgeous and rich, yet soft deep sienna brown fur from my mother, much of my features from that beautiful she-cat. We share those dark tabby markings too. I have a black ringed tail, the very tip being snow white. My soft furred under belly and chest are white, along with a few splotches of white about my fur and throat. My eyes are large striking purplish-blue pools you call eyes, ones that appear alluring and luminous, like a lapis lazuli gemstone with a brilliant violet sheen. My legs are slim, along with my body, soft yet dainty white paws being small, making me a graceful elegant cat, with thorn sharp ebony claws. Though...despite my nimble traits, I'm a very clumsy cat. My nose and paw pads are a soft distinct pink, body small, well, I was the runt of the family, slender, and lithe. It looks very well built for some cat with agility and speed, not for muscled good fighting cats. I have speed in trade for strength, I guess. I think my eyes have a more glazed, duller, and more lost look to them. As if I was somewhere far far away from here.
My history, don't go poking around!
When I was born, my family was shortly revealed after a gathering. My mother who I thought was Hauntedheart, was not my real mother. I grew, knowing a wonderful clan and cat named Guardianpaw. Soon, my father died by murder. It broke my families heart but we forgive and forget. I'm an apprentice now, my mentor being Mudnose, and, I'm getting on pretty well. A large battle has rattled the clans of the lake, shaking up the injuries in our clan.
As a warrior, I'm constantly visited by my true love Nobleheart. He used to be Guardianvow in a way but... you know... complications of death and sorts. I love him so much and wish everyday that he was alive. I live as a new warrior now that fights loyally for my clan. I was finally made a warrior though my brother's beat me to it. I think it was due to an injury to my jaw again. Today, I still go on mateless, though I'm still young, I've devoted my heart and soul to Nobleheart. Though I can only be with him in dreams at the moment, I'm truly content with that. Even knowing that other cats of my clan wonder why such a cat as I, hadn't taken on a mate yet. It's funny, I've felt strange around my 'mother', Hauntedheart, she had lied to me for most of my life, my brother too...they knew...but...they didn't want to break my heart from the news. It seems I can't trust my own clan even. I live in my own personal lonely world that no one has saved me from...my dreams...are my only paradise...
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 3:01 pm
Owner: Sylvaky Ebonhold  . : About Me : .My name is Lionfur.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm thirty-four moons..
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Mother - Goldenpelt (Deceased) Father- Ironheart (Deceased).. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
-Tall Tales
-The Sun
-Making Friends
-NightClan
-Gatherings
My least favorite things...
-'Snooty' cats
-Selfishness
-Lies
-Patrols
And, my fears.
-Death
-Wolverienes
-Snakes
-Betrayal
-Brokenheart . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I like to think of myself as kind and proper. I dislike improper speech and often will correct those around me. I am an advid story teller. I will make the tallest tails about anyone I know. Possibly you if you get on my good side. Now what else? Oh yes, cats call me noble. I like the sound of that. Others would say I'm proud, but don't believe them.
It's what I am, like it or not.
My fur is long and thick. Though not like some SeaClan cats, theirs is sleek and helps them swim. Mine is fluffy and looks light as a feather. Thoug hthe truth is if I was to jump into a river I would no doubt drown. My eyes are a light gold and my nose is a soft pink.
My history, don't go poking around!
Cats from other clans would say I was raised to be a cold hearted killer. NightClan cats would say I had a normal kithood. They would say I grew up, lost my mother and father and became a warrior, like many others. But I disagree. My mother and father died late into my apprenticeship and I was left alone. But not before I was able to save them from swarms of snakes! There I was, ten moons old on the edge of a cliff, snakes everywhere! One slithered toward me and I took it's scaley body in my mouth and threw it over the cliff. I declaired, "Slither off the cliff after your pressious leader!" And they did. All one hundred and fifty-four slithered off the cliff to their deaths! When I became a warrior I often drempt of that day. I went out searching for those who would challenge me. But word had gotten around. No snake would dare approach me. I was the legendary Snake Slayer!
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 3:03 pm
Owner: ll oceanic_shimmer ll  . : About Me : . My name is Bramblefire.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 23.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Eaglesoar and Darkshadow(But I don't know about Darkshadow being my brother.. Yet..). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Fighting
- Hunting
- Blackflame
- Stonepaw
- My fur! (Of course..)
- My brother (Sometimes..)
My least favorite things...
-Darkshadow
-Kits
- Darkshadow's kits
- Shatteredfang
- Elders
- Apprentices
-Lavenderrain (Weak leader)
- Foxfur
-Annoying cats
-Seaclan
And, my fears.
- Dying
- Starclan . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.I'm a pretty mean cat. I hate everyone around me. I'm always grouchy and annoyed. It's like I'm a fox! Anyways, I believe in the Dark forest. Not Starclan. I hate them. Also, I'm in love with my pelt.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm a beautiful ginger tom. With wonderful fur. Lucky I don't look like my ugly brother, Eaglesoar. Or Darkshadow. I also have tabby marking. And my eyes, my beautiful eyes. They are a mix between yellow, and green.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born in a litter of three. With my brothers Eaglesoar and Darkshadow. I have no memory of him being my brother though. Kits envied my pelt, which caused them to hate me. I was picked on for being such a horrible apprentice, and only caring about my pelt. One day, my mentor called me a mean name, so I killed. No one knows that because I made it look like an ambush. Since I never got much training done, due to my pelt obsession, I'm a horrible fighter/hunter. I get lucky once in a while when I catch a mouse. Later on in my life, I pushed Darkshadow into the river, thinking he died. But he didn't. Darkshadow had lived and then fell into a coma.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 3:04 pm
Owner: hundredpercenasian  . : About Me : . My name is Blossomstream.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 18 moons old.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include no one. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Romance and love
- Daydreaming
- Her good friend, Lionfur
- Her clan mates
- Other clan mates
- Kits
- Nature
- Many things!
My least favorite things...
- She has no dislikes, as far as she knows.
And, my fears.
- Vicious looking monsters
- Being lost within a forest
- Overcoming her shyness
- Meeting new cats . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I guess you can say that i'm very, forgiving. Forgiving? I guess that's the word? Well from my own prespectives, my anger is controlled very strongly. Every clan consist of rude or obnoxious cats. Even if those cats are shooting rude behaviours toward me, I won't get mad at them. Instead I will shy away and become defensless. So you can say i'm emotional...hehe. Well I just believe that rude or not, it's just who they are. That's why I just accept it and move on.
Love is something I find very precious. I'm quite slow, therefore fall in love easily and foolishly. However when it comes to falling in love, I don't feel the true, strong love for a tom unless if they're really special to me. Or if they're just the right one. It all depends on my feelings. But whether I like then or not, i'll treat all my clan mates equally. Although when it comes to having feelings towards tom, I tend to act really shy to them.
I'm really easy going...I guess. Many things fascinate me! Especially Lionfur's stories. They're always interesting and fun! I'm sometimes forgetful, that's one of my weakness. I'm really nice but shy. And tend to get embarrassed a lot.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Blossomstream is a very beautiful she-cat. She isn't aware of her beauty. However her eyes are pale green, they can grow very vivid and bright in the night time. Her fur is very soft and fairly long yet short. Medium size you can call it. Her head is a black and goes along her back. There's a black speck on her nose. Her snout is white, looking like a mask. Her chest and belly are white and there are black specks on her tail.
My history, don't go poking around!
Blossomstream has a very...puzzling past. Born proudly in NightClan however her memory is very blank. Her past as a newborn is very hard to remember. Actually her memories as a kit is very scarce. All she remembers is waking up in the nursery and roaming around the NightClan camp. She was beautiful as a kit and still contains that beauty as a warrior. Blossomstream is well known for her beauty. However she is very weak, but has quick speed. With no parents, she was forced to teach morals and take care of herself. She didn't mind of course, and since she doesn't know the meaning of parents she never bothered learning.
As a kit, Lionfur took the responsibility of being her brother model. He taught her many things and filled her head with knowledge. And taught skills to become a warrior. Blossomstream learned quickly however currently she tends to have troubles learning still.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 3:05 pm
Owner: i_RuLe_CuPcAkEs  . : About Me : . My name is Sungaze.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm 17 moons.
I'm a queen.
My kin include Leopardstorm (Deceased), Fathom (Deceased), Silentpaw, Guardianvow, Charmingkit, Jasperkit, Goldenkit, and Sacredkit.. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
●Friends
●My siblings!
●NightClan
●Rainblast
●My kit
My least favorite things...
●Being hungry
●Thunderstorms
●Mean cats
●Being misunderstood
And, my fears.
●Dogs
●Thunderpath
●Twolegs
●Death . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I was one very curious she-cat, until my kits were born. I only think about them, I want them to grow up strong and healthy. I am still very energetic, if my kits want to play, I will surely say yes. I still have that little kit inside of me that wants to sneak out and fool around. Talking is still my hobby, it's fun talking to the other queens in the nursery.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm a golden tabby she-cat. I have dark gray eyes, like my mother's. My chest is pure white and the tip of my tail is all brown. My markings may look like a Bengal's but I am a tabby. I'm glad that I take after my mother, my pelt helps me remember her.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born to Leopardstorm and I don't know my father. I have two other siblings, they are Silentpaw and Guardianpaw. I love them all so much, they're always there for me. My mother died when I was about 4-5 moons. So, my siblings and I were left to be raised by the queens in the nursery. When I was apprenticed, at the age of six moons, I pormised myself that I would train hard for my clan and my family. My mentor was Foxfur, was a great mentor. Well, I'm Rainpaw's mate since a couple moons. Wow, I really like that tom. We have a litter of four kits, they are absolutely wonderful.Old picture, will be getting one soon.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 3:06 pm
Owner: Memories in the Mist  . : About Me : . My name is Silentleopard.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 17 moons.
I'm a warrior, and proud of it.
My kin include Leopardstorm (mother, deceased), Fathom (father, deceased), Guardianvow (brother), Sungaze (sister), Sungaze's kits (nieces and nephews). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
+ My brother, Guardianvow
+ My sister, Sungaze
+ My nieces and nephews
+ Falconwind
+ Shimmerpaw
+ My parents, I still miss them soemtimes
+ My powers, I can see the past and future in my dream sometimes ^^
+ Nightclan
+ Being a warrior
+ Fighting for my clan
+ Kits
+ Being cripple (at times)
+ Proving myself
My least favorite things...
- Being crippled (at times)
- Being judged
- Sitting on the sidelines
- Cats treating me differently
- Swansong, don't know why I just don't like him
- The elders den
- Blood (the cat), he killed my mother and father
- Cinderwing
- Betrayal
And, my fears.
X Losing someone I care for
X Moving into the elders den early
X Failing her clan and herself
X Death
X Foxes . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Silentleopard is a very stubborn, defiant, and headstrong young she-cat. She can be shy and quiet at times but she has a temper. She doesn't always think before she jumps into action but alwasy means well. She has a fighting spirit and never lets anything hold ehr back, even her disability. She hates to be treated differently because she's crippled and doesn't understand why she should let it hold her back. She can be extremly stubborn and it is extremly hard to change her mind once its set on something. She is secluded a little, only trusting those she is close to. However, being a warrior has caused her to open up a little. She is extremly close to her brother, and loves him dearly. She would have never mad it through her depression over being crippled without him. Now, however, she is a fighting soul ready to prove herself to any cats that looks down on her.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Crippled from birth, Silentleopard's hind legs have always been useless. She was orignally the runt of the litter but grew when she reached her eighth moon. She has a snow white pelt that she tries to take good care of. Her front legs are extremlly strong since she uses them to move around. Her eyes are ice blue and show a lot of her emotion.
My history, don't go poking around!
Born a cripple, Silentkit alwasy struggled. Her father died before her brith and her mother was killed when she was still very young. She kept to herself for most of her kithood, going into a deep depression for most of it. It only worsened when her father, Fathom, visited her in spirit form only to leave without a goodbye. Her brother, however, pulled her out of her depression and turned on her fighting spirit. She refused to let being a cripple hold her back and began to strengthen herself. She also began to have strange dreams about herself, in the future, along with things in the past. She was scared at first, not wanting to sleep, but soon came to accept the dreams. She became an apprentice when she was eight moons, thanks to her friend's, Shimmerpaw, help. Silentpaw was apprenticed under Lavenderstar and trained hard. She refused to take breaks until she was nearly dead on her feet. She was persistant and even trained by herself when her mentor was busy. She also became good friends with fellow apprentices Falconpaw and Songpaw. As she aged, she didn't always need her brother beside her but loved him nonetheless. She still lets him follow her around and will never try to change him. When she was about ten moons, an strange cat came to her, inviting her to a place called the Order of Destinies. Silentpaw was interested but was unsure if she wanted to give up her life in Nightclan, knowing she'd never see them again. It was good to know other cats had powers like her but leaving her family was a big step. She thought about it before contacting the cat again. She polietely declined, saying she was happy where she was. That was the last she saw of the strange cat but her dreams continued. Silentpaw has never regretted her choice to stay and is now a proud Nightclan warrior. Fighting for her clan. She went to Lavenderstar a moon ago and requested that, when the time came, that she would be given the name Silentleopard, after her mother. She was glad the leader accepted and quickly thanked her. She is just as headstrong as she was when she was younger and just as stubborn. One thing is for sure thought, she will never, ever let her disability hold her back again.
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