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 Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 7:59 pm
 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. You are greedy for territory, much like your ancestors, ShadowClan. You are ambitious but brave in battle.
Your leader is Foxstar
Your deputy is to be decided
Your medicine cat is Rabbitfoot.
Your medicine cat apprentice is [OPEN]Welcome to our Clan!(Series 2 cats only, no old profiles of deceased cats please.
I.e., just copy the profiles you posted in the Profile Approval threads and paste them here. )
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 9:05 pm
*derp derp derpin' along* AMGAMGAMG, FIRST POST HERE!!!! *isshoexschited* :D Eh, I guess I can use this time of epicness to move all of my profiles over to here and shtuff [since I'm pretty sure this thread was opened along with the other ones.]
Awwww! I had to find a different picture for him! D: I have to draw up a new one or something pretty soon. Then again, I really like his new picture...  . : 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: Sat Aug 06, 2011 9:33 pm
 . : 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: Sat Aug 06, 2011 9:41 pm
. : About Me : . My name is Puresun.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a queen, I should know.
I'm 27 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Richmoon (brother), Lavenderstar (mother), Irekit, Vanitykit, Caravekit, Bitterkit, Tritekit, and Avaricekit (children).. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
<3 Kittens!
<3 Forsaken...;w;
<3 My Clan
<3 Talking
<3 Dreams
<3 My kittens...v_v
<3 Making friends
<3 Talking
<3 Training with my apprentice
<3 Talkinggg!
My least favorite things...
:C
And, my fears.
! Dying
! Hurting others
! That my children are unhappy . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Hello there! I'd like to think I'm friendly and easygoing, with a bit o NightClan wit laced in! I love to listen and talk, and I always try to think clearly. I can be a bit stubborn at times, but don't worry, I'm a loyal friend! Most days I just enjoy being alive and I'm almost always constantly happy.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am what twolegs call a "scottish fold", but I sure don't know that! I'm a short cat with stubby legs (munchkin trait), and my belly almost brushes the ground. My ears are folded downwards and my face is kinda flat. I have a light calico appearance-not heavily spotted at all. My base color is white with a few large brown, dark brown, and occasionally black spots. I have hints of silver here and there too, but it's not from old age. If you make fun of my weight, I'll be sure to cuff your ears-! ;_;
My eyes are a beautiful hazel color (the picture is accurate except for the eyes,so pardon; Timber couldn't find a good pic :c hazel is a green-brown color. )
My history, don't go poking around!
Oh boy, this is gonna be hard to tell! I'll try to shorten it for ya.
Long story short, I was born with a strong affection for my mother, father unknown. It never bothered me. Anyway, I stumbled upon this demon dude, Forsaken, who I ended up fallin in love with, though I'm hesitant to confess to him.
He's got this nemesis-demon, Blood, who I think is his brother...I'm not sure! Anyway, the guy tried to possess my mind but somehow got me pregnant. Don't ask how it happened, I have NO clue. Anyway, now I had a problem because I was pregnant with a non-Clan thing's kits. I barely managed to hide it and Forsaken helped me give birth in secrecy.
Forsaken then took them to an Order place or whatnot. I'm not sure; he just promised me they were safe. But I had faith in him...and he succeeded in bringing them there, although Bitterkit killed Irekit in a rage. Blood apparently possessed Bitterkit, but Forsaken and some foggy female cat lured him into eating this sacred herb that freed him from my baby's soul. Forsaken left the litter under the Order's care.
This is a secret I plan admitted to my Clan (except for the Order part). I hated lying, and I hated having them in secret (though it's a good thing they didn't see it...the birth was far from normal >> They ARE demon-kits, after all .-. ) The Clan was shocked and it took me many moons to gain their trust back, what little I did gain back.
Another secret I stumbled upon was the Phantom of dead cat's hollow, whom has some connection to my mother. I promised him not to tell the Clan he existed for real, but I was curious as to how he came onto our land...
Hm, other than that...I guess my life ain't so interestin-!
(Oh who am I kiddin, I bit off more than I could chew with this demon-stuff. Mousedung! :C )
(( Series 2 continuation ))
Turns out the Phantom had once been a NightClan cat...but that's a story you'll have to look for in another profile! I don't know if he'll rejoin us, or what in the world Foxfur is going to do with him.
Blood seems to have finally lost interest in me, though it's not exactly good because he's got his sights on Sungaze's new litter, seeing as he haunts their bloodline. Creepy. I'm a bit glad he's out of my fur, but I fear for my friend and her children.
I've recovered a bit from my turbulent past. I'm cheerful and a bit immature, like I used to be, and was as close to my mother as I was before everything that happened. The day she died was horrible for me, but I managed to make it through with the thought of her watching me from above.
I hunt more often than I go on patrols or fight because I'm much better at hunting, and I visit the nursery often because I miss my own children. I like playing with the kittens, too, when their mothers permit me.
I hold a sort of misfit status now. My sin is not secret and is public, and thus I must always face snickers or jeers. However, this was not a secret wrenched from me; rather, I gave it out willingly, wishing to seek redemption in the living world rather than the spiritual. This harsh reality keeps me sharp and grateful for what I do have. However, my sin will always haunt me, making me wish I could have been more pure. It was not truly even my fault; I did not choose to become pregnant by Blood. But I still hold myself responsible for getting involved with Forsaken to begin with...
Anyhow, I wake up every day knowing my kittens are someplace far from me, and I shall never see them again. That's a hard thing to know, but I also know they are safe, and it keeps me going. Avarice visits me in my dreams, updating me on my kitten's status. He is apparently a psychic of some sort. I ask if he can visit everyone's dreams, but he shakes his head and tells me "No- just yours."
He is my only solace, my connection to my children.
Now, I debate what feelings I really have for Forsaken. Is it really love, or just sick obsession with fixing? I have a constant desire to fix him as if he were broken (well, he pretty much is). But what right do I to say that? What right do I have to "fix" him, especially if he doesn't want to be fixed...?
I don't know. What future could I possibly have for him?
Well, there's only one way to find out. I have to tell him-and then see what happens next.
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 10:25 pm
Pfft.....I forgot about Swansong again. Curses! Dx . : 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: Sat Aug 06, 2011 11:21 pm
Apprentice Pic . : About Me : . My name is Marcy >> Marblepaw>>Marblewing.
I'm a proud member of I'm half Nightclan..
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 17 moons.
I'm an apprentice.
My kin include my sister, Lightsound. My mother, Angelica (kittypet) and my father, Badgerwing (decased of Nightclan). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- watching birds
- going outside
- stalking in tall grass
- climbing trees
- chasing mice
My least favorite things...
- twoleg family
- bugs
- water
- big cats
- collars
And, my fears.
- snakes
- big water sources
- getting lost
- being alone
- being stuck in a twoleg nest forever . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I have a very sharp tounge. I like being sarcastic and sassy. I'm usually daring and curious, going on an adventure whenever I can. I'm strong, courageous and very determined. I'm also very sensitive when it comes to discussing my lost sibling. I'm quick to anger and I love messing with other cats. I can never sit in one spot long and I'm always jumping around or running.
It's what I am, like it or not.
A light grey and white cat. I have soft blue eyes and a pink nose. My back paw is black and my belly is a shade of white. Also, the tip of my tail is a black.
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. My mother died during birth to me (May was from our mother's first litter.) and these twolegs found us. My sister May went missing after a while and I've been living with the twolegs. I dream of escaping and going to Nightclan but I fear about what the cats would say about me. My father, Badgerwing, before he decseased, 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.
She was playing outside one day when she wandered off too far into the woods. She was discovered by a patrol and taken to NightClan. It sounded familiar to her and she adjusted quickly, leaving her kittypet life behind. She was named as an apprentice, Marblepaw, and was assigned the mentor Spiriteyes.
She was named a warrior only three moons ago and is still getting used to the responsibility.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 2:27 am
 . : About Me : .My name is Eaglesoar.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 30 moons (2 years 6 months).
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Bramblefire (brother), Orchidkit (daughter), Runningkit (son), Slatekit (deceased son).. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
-Fighting
-Most of his clanmates
-Making Nightclan strong and feared
-Ambitious cats like himself
-Tigerfang
My least favorite things...
-Happy, carefree cats
-Weak cats
-Cats with more talking than fighting
-Rain
-Bramblefire, to some degree
And, my fears.
-Water
-Nightclan becoming weak
-Anything happening to Tigerfang, Orchidkit or Runningkit. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Eaglesoar is the great-great-great-grandson of the mighty former Shadowclan leader, Blackstar. He has inherrited Blackstar's massive build and mighty strength, as well as Blackstar's undying pride for Shadowclan, now Nightclan. He is big and muscular, and when he was a kit showed great potential of growing into a strong warrior.
As a kit and early periods of apprenticeship, Eaglesoar was a happy, forgiving and outgoing young tom. He was the exact opposite of what is expected of a Nightclan cat. Whereas most Nightclan cats are fierce, battle hungry and menacing, Eaglepaw was content just to spend his whole day playing around. Many cats found him a nuisance, and he annoyed the whiskers out of most warriors, but it was almost impossible to stay mad at him for long, with his cheerful character.
After his mentor Trouttail ran away to Seaclan, his way of thinking began to change. He started to show the proud and hardy Nightclan cat that was shown in Blackstar, with an undying dignity and refusal to succumb. He has also developed a fierce ambition to make the name of Nightclan feared, just as the name "Shadowclan" used to appear in kit's horror stories. Like the Shadowclan cats before him, he is fierce about clan boundaries and despises half-clan cats, thinking that the pure blood of the clans has been tainted.
Not many cats know his greatest fear: water. Eaglesoar cannot swim and is afraid of even the shallowest streams. Since his leg injury, he has also developed an intense dislike for rain.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Eaglesoar is a ginger tabby tom, with dark brown stripes running vertically down his body. His eyes are bright green, which radiates a sense of power and ambition from him. He is one of the largest cats in Nightclan and all four clans, the same size as Foxstar and equally as muscular. (He is the same size as Lightningstrike and smaller than Thunderflight) He has a body built solely for combat and not for stealth or hunting, which is why his hunting skills are abysmal.
My history, don't go poking around!
Eaglesoar was born to a litter of three, with Bramblefire and Darkshadow. However, his memories as a kit are fuzzy, and has no memory of Darkshadow ever being his brother. His mother died right after he was born due to birth complications. Due to that he has never really known what it was like to have a mother. As a kit, he tried to be cheerful and cheer everyone up when they were feeling down. Even as an apprentice, that happy-go-lucky personality never changed. He was good friends with Leopardstorm (then Leopardpaw). He grew to be big and strong, and was named "Eaglepaw" with the Seaclan deputy - then Nightclan warrior Trouttail, as his mentor.
Eaglesoar's world was shattered when Trouttail was chased out of Nightclan, but at that time he was too young and immature to remember much. Ever since that incident, he has imprinted in his head that he should make an enemy out of the other clans, and that the other clans were not as powerful as Nightclan. That thought slowly grew into an ambition, and now his personality is a complete changeover from his young days. He despises and looks down on Seaclan, especially Trouttail, thinking that his former mentor has betrayed him. Not long after that, his friend Leopardstorm was brutally murdered by Fathom, the very leader he looked up to, leaving him devastated. He became sullen and reclusive, short tempered and lashing out at anyone who annoyed him, but that soon changed when a young she-cat entered his heart, a she-cat by the name of Tigerfang. Like him, she also had a fiery ambition, and the two clicked almost instantly.
He was caught in a fight with a couple of foxes along with Tigerfang and almost died, leaving him badly scarred for life, as well as one torn ear. After recovering and his romance with Tigerfang started to bloom, he was hit by a twoleg monster and taken under twoleg care for a few moons. When he managed to return to Nightclan, he found that Tigerfang had almost mysteriously vanished, shattering his heart. That blow, coupled with his scars from the fight with the foxes, he has since wanted nothing more than to tear out those foxes' hearts one by one. He got his chance in one Gathering, where he ripped out one of the fox's throat and killing it. However, Puresun managed to talk Blaze out of attacking the clans before he could kill any more of the foxes, leaving him a bit annoyed at Puresun, but admires her nonetheless.
Less than a moon passed before his lost love, Tigerfang, returned to him - but with amnesia, having no memory of what has happened for the past seasons. He put that problem aside and fiercely swore to protect her from harm form now on. A pleasant surprise then came to him when he was given Shimmerpaw as an apprentice, but he couldn't shake off the strange resemblance she bore to his deceased friend Leopardstorm.
When the slayers attacked the four clans, the leaders called an emergency Gathering. There, he managed to blind Comet the cheetah and wound Anarchy the jaguar, but was left with a long gash in his left leg that was cut to the bone. Ever since then, his leg has started stiffening up and sometimes hurting during rainy days.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 7:09 am
The song that represents...me...
. : 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)).
. : A Little Bit More : .
My favorite things!
✖My kin
✖Hunting
✖Clanmates
✖Nobleheart
✖Birds
✖Nighttime
✖Looking at the sky
✖Darkness
✖Dreaming
My least favorite things...
✖Being hungry
✖Rude cats
✖Being alone
✖Being ignored
✖Depression
✖Looked down on or ridiculed
✖Pain
✖Light
And, my fears.
✖Blood
✖Foxes
✖Heights
✖Water
✖Never being understood
✖Being alone...forever.
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'm Envyfeather, an envious she-cat who studies and does from afar, at times. 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'm always so compassionate towards others, but under my pretty looks, I have a sad fear filled spirit. I'm fiercely loyal, doing anything for my clan, this has not changed inside me. 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 flower, 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.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Not to be vain, but I'm very beautiful and pretty. With a pretty mottled face, gentle liquid turquoise blue eyes, and a sweet smell and or atmosphere to me. I have gorgeous soft deep sienna brown fur from my mother, much of my features from that beautiful she-cat. We share those dark blackish brown tabby stripe pattern. I have a black ringed tail, the very tip being snow white. My soft furred under belly is white, along with a few splotches of white about my fur and throat. I have a unique white shape, like a feather, upon my forehead. My eyes are large striking liquid blue turquoise ones that appear alluring, like a lapis lazuli gemstone. My legs are slim, along with my body, paws being small, making me a graceful elegant cat, claws being ivory painted. My nose and paw pads are a soft 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.
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. 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 my status. 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 spirits from the news. I seem to live in my own person lonely world that no one has saved me from...my dreams are my only paradise...
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 7:19 am
 . : 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: Sun Aug 07, 2011 1:07 pm
 . : 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: Sun Aug 07, 2011 1:20 pm
 . : 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: Sun Aug 07, 2011 3:00 pm
 . : 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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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 3:14 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Sacredkit.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm newborn.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Rainblast [Father], Sungaze [Mother], Charmingkit [Brother], Goldenkit and Jasperkit [Sisters].. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Mommy and Daddy
- My siblings
- Blood
- Being visited by Blood
- She-cats
- Playing
- Nighttime
- The leader and deputy
- NightClan
- Being alone
My least favorite things...
- Cats trying to change or "fix" me
- Rules
- Waiting
- Being told what to do
- Choices being made for him
And, my fears.
- Never becoming a warrior
- Death
- Losing his family . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Sacredkit is a very strong yet rash young tom. He is very unpredictable and impatient. He is known for doing something without thinking. He doesn't always think things through before speaking or doing them and is known to always speak his mind, whether his opinion is wanted or not. He hates rules and looks at them more like "guildlines" than rules. When he puts his mind to something, he will stick with it until he either completes it or fails. He can be extremly stuborn at times and is a rebel and daredevil at heart. He hates to wait around for cats or to be told what to do. The thing he hates most, however, is when cats try to change him. However, he does have a darker side to him that is almost as strong as his rebellious streak, but has yet to appear.
It's what I am, like it or not.
While my sister, Jasperkit, looks just like my father, I look just like my mother. I have fluffy golden-gray fur and gray eyes. I'm average size for my age and have a good build.
My history, don't go poking around!
Sacredkit is a proud NightClan kit born to Sungaze and Rainblast. He has three siblings, Goldenkit, Jasperkit, and Charmingkit.
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