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 Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 3:33 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Hauntedheart.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 20 moons. (29 after the timeskip)
I'm a medicine cat.
My kin include Cindermoon (sister, deceased), Redlily (mother, deceased), Stonemask (father, deceased), Whitekit (son), Foxkit, Vulturekit, and Pepperkit (sons), Fadingpaw and Mercykit (daughters). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-Herbs
-Healing cats
-Being alone
-Darkness
-Cinderwing
-Rain
-Kits
-Her daughter, Fadingpaw
-Her new kits
My least favorite things...
X Lavenderstar and Foxfur
X Being ordered around
X StarClan (At times)
X Most cats
X Crowds
X Not being able to always be around her kits
And, my fears.
X Cats discovering her secret
X Losing a cat she cares for
X Losing her kits and mate . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Hauntedheart is cold, right down to the core. It's clearly obvious in everything she does and says. Her eyes show it, her appearance shows it, and her tone shows it. She is ill-tempered, cold, harsh, and even a little violent at times. Most of the cats have learned to stay away from her due to her foul mood. She is known for snapping at many cats for no reason at all and doesn't seem to enjoy the company of her clanmates most of the time. Although, while all this is true, it's only the surface of who she is, the only part she lets the rest of the world see. Deep down, the ill-tempered she-cat has a heart, and a large one at that. She would fight to her last breath to defend those important to her and truely does have a soft side. When she cares for a cat, she is completely loyal to them, no matter what clan they are from. She has proven this many times in her lifetime but only on rare occansions. Over her lifetime, hiding her emotions has become second nature to the she-cat. Hauntedheart believes it is better to be hated then to be loved and then betrayed. Although, a few cats have been able to get a glimpse at her softer side, the caring, loving and motherly side to the cold medicine cat. She has always had strong motherly instincts and is extremly protective over kits. She can also be extremly rebellious and, when her heart is set on something, nothing can change her mind about it. She's not afraid to disobey orders if she believes it is the right thing and isn't afraid to speak back to the leader or deputy. Another thing is that Hauntedheart has two places in which she places cats, one side is the cats who she trusts and who have proven that they are worthy of her trust and care. The other side is of cats who have, somehow, betrayed her or made ehr feel some sort of depleasure toward them. For her, there is no inbetween, she either likes a cat or hates a cat, and, once she has her midn set that she can't trust a cat, it is nearly impossible to change her mind about the cat. While cold and ill-tempered on the outside, deep down the NightClan medicine has a good, and large, heart and will do anything for those she cares for. Though she has her own views on life and the cats around her and nothing will change her whatsoever. There truely is more to the Nightclan medicine cat then what meets the eye of her fellow clanmates.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Hauntedheart is a fairly large, muscular she-cat. She has a long, smokey gray, almost black, pelt. She has a large, muscular build and she has long, strong legs. Her eyes are almost crystal-like in color. Althouhg their natural color is blue, they sometimes appear to be completely due to how the light hits them, giving them a more crystal-like appearance.
My history, don't go poking around!
She was brought to NightClan by her farther. He claimed that he found the kit and their mother wishes to be kept a secret. A queen took Hauntedkit in and treated her no differently then her other kits. Her litter mates, Wolfkit and Raykit, didn't know she wasn't their sister and they acted like real kin. She was very fond of the medicine cat and spent a lot of time in her den. When it was time she became an apprentice she asked if the medicine cat would take her on as her apprentice. The old medicine cat agreed and while her brothers became apprentice she became a medicine cat apprentice.
Hauntedpaw was a top apprentice. She was smart, wise, skilled, and creative. She sometimes mixed herbs together to try and find new cures that might be more effective. She was a very happy apprentice and loved to hang out wit her brothers and the other apprentices. her brothers taught her battle moves and hunting moves, even though Hauntedpaw''s mentor didn't like them doing so. Although hauntedpaw liked the feeling of being able to hunt and protect herself. This led to many fights between Hauntedpaw and her mentor. They couldn't seem to get along anymore. It went so bad that Hauntedpaw sometimes considered becomign a warrior. All this made her grumpy and short-tempered. The apprenitces didn't like her as much and even her own brothers kept her distance. She grew lonley and this only drew to more grumpyness. She hated her mentor, she hated her brothers, she hated everyone! No one seemed to understand the she-cat! She grew angery and spent a lot of time in her den adn in the shadows. She no longer mixed herbs together and wasn't as friendly to cats that came for her help.
Then came Foxfang. Foxfang was a strong, brave and idenpendant StormClan warrior. He was very kind and polite and was very understanding of Hauntedpaw. He was a young warrior and as their friendship grew, so did their feelings. hauntedpaw tried to ignore them until after one half-moon gathering. She had just become Hauntedheart and was almost home when she found Foxclaw in the bushes.It was there did they admit their true feelings for each other and became mates. they loved each other and slowly hauntedheart became the cat that she used to be. Although she had broken the warrior code. She had taken a mate and soon was holding kits. She kept her secret hidden and a few moons later, she gave borth to two kits. One was born still but the other, a small she-kit, lived. The birth had been hard but she had enough streangth to carry her to the border. Foxclaw found her later and took Fadingkit to StormClan. Hauntedheart went back to camp only to be found by her mentor. The old medicine cat scolded her apprneitce. SHe knew the truth and demanded she ended her relationship with Foxclaw. When Hauntedheart refused ehr mentor swore she would regret it.
It happened the next night. Hauntedheart woke to meet with Foxclaw, only to find her mentor's nest empty. Panic overcame her and she dashed to the border. As she neared the smell of fear and blood filled every bone in her body. As she arrived at the meeting spot she found her mentorattacking a surprised Foxclaw. She stood in shock as her mentor attacked her mate. Even though Foxclaw was strong he had been taken by surprise and that gave the older medicine cat the advantage. Hauntedheart let out a yowl of terro as both cats tumbled over the edge of the hill and rolled into a large boulder. Hauntedheart found them both limp, tangled together. The medicine cat's teeth were grasped tightly on Foxclaw's neck while Foxclaw's head was limp to the side and his claws were dug into the older she-cat's shoulder. Hauntedheart untangled them and nuzzled Foxclaw. She turned to her mentor and let out a yowl of anger and sorrow. She hated her mentor, why ahd she done it? For the rest of the night, Hauntedheart slept beside Foxclaw for the last time.
After the death of her mate, Hauntedheart was never the same. She became even colder toward her clanmates. She spent most of the time alone in the woods. She took her job as NightClan's only medicine cat seriously. When she was still young, she took on a young tom named Honeypaw as an apprentice. She wasn't happy about it, but had been given no choice. She was harsh and rude to the apprentice and wasnever pleased with what he did. When Honeypaw disappeared, Hauntedheart couldn't help but feel a little relieved. Now she no longer had some annoying little apprentice constantly asking her questions and making her life harder. As the moons passed, Hauntedheart began to find a friend in a tom named Cinderwing. She wasn't sure what made her feel like she could trust him, but something did. She slowly began to enjoy having him around and could talk to him easily. It felt good to have a cat that she could call a friend again, since the last time had been with Foxclaw. The two grew closer after the deaths of Shatteredfang and Leopardstorm. At the time of the deaths of the two queens, both of them had a litter of young kits. Hauntedheart took on the respounsibility of Shatteredfang's litter, a litter of newborn kits. She loved the kits like they were her own and it was a joy for to finally be a mother, since she had never had a chance to do that with her own kits. She remained in the nursery until the kits didn't need milk anymore and then returned to the medicine cat den, but spent most of her free time with the kits.
Things seemed good until the death of Darkshadow, the father of Shatteredfang's kits. Things slowly began to fall apart until the the truth about the tom's death came out. It was revealed that it had been Cinderwing that had killed him. The clan suddenly turned on Cinderwing but Hauntedheart stood firmly and defended the tom she considered her friend, maybe even something more. She couldn't believe how quickly theclan turned on Cinderwing, who had been a well respected warrior. It angered ehr greatly and she soon began to take her anger out on Lavenderstar, yelling harsh remarks to the leader in order to defend Cinderwing. She was right by Cinderwing's side the entire time the clan debated but, in the end, Lavenderstar declared that Cinderwing was exiled from NightClan. It was then that Hauntedheart truly felt that ehr world was caving in. She had dealt with everything in ehr life, and pushed through, but the loss of her only, closest friend was something she couldn't stand. She knew Cinderwing didn't mean to kill Darkshadow, but no one else seemed to see it her way. After the tom left, Huantehderat became even more hostile, and wasn't afraid to snap at Lavenderstar and disobey her orders. The trust she once had in the leader was completely gone. Slowly, Hauntedheart moved on, even took on another apprentice, but she never trusted Lavenderstar again. She still strives to heal her clan and do her job and good as she can. Though she still lives everyday with ehr secrets weighing on her shoulders, and maybe even a few more then before.
A moon ago, she found out she was pregnant and expecting Cinderwing's kits. She desperatly tries to keep it a secret form her clna mates but can't wait for the the kits to be born. She is determined to be a mother to her soon-to-be-born kits.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 5:34 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Pine-eyes .
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 16 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Envyfeather, Darkshadow (X), Shatteredfang (X), and Rainblast.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
- Trees
- Marshes
- Authority
- Intelligence
- Trickery
- The feeling of mud oozing under the paws
- Siblings (they're okay I guess...)
My least favorite things...
- Foxes
- Disrespect
- Goody Doers
- Pure idiocy/ignorance
- Open moors
And, my fears.
- That I may become ignorant
- Twolegs!
- A gruesome death
- Being in a field with no protection. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I've been called a bit of a prat, what really, what do they know? Sometimes, admittedly, I can have a case of the 'control freak' trying to take charge when it'd not my duty and I do have a slight problem of talking back to my elders. But it's not my fault. They provoke me. A bit of a warning for if you ever meet me. I am quite judgmental and an active hypocrite. First impressions count.
If you ever catch me alone, in the forest, at night, talking to myself, after a really stressful day, don't worry. I am not crazy in the least. Talking to the trees is my way of unwinding and it clears the angry, sad or whatever emotional fog that might occupy my mind, away. I have to say, I have matured a bit from when I was an apprentice.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Gray, white, gray, white again. I have just given you the basic color of my pelt. Fluffy and long-furred to the extreme, short furred cats must shiver in jealousy during Leaf-bare, as I am provided with sufficient fur to keep my toasty in my den at night. In my boring gray and white pelt, I do have come distinguished, dark gray tabby markings running around here and there. It's mediocre camouflage when it comes to hunting. A scar still stands on my right flank where my mentor accidentally got a little too into training. It's not but.. Eh, I'm actually a little proud of it and have a tiny tendency to brag that that it's a scar from when I fought the giant beasts ( I never did; wasn't even there). My eyes, which if you haven't noticed, that I am named after, are a deep pine color and they are very well educated in death stares. My build is big, and I am quite a large cat. From my build. Not that I'm lazy or anything. Heh.
My history, don't go poking around!
Born in Nightclan with my 2 other siblings, I had quite a depressing child-hood. In truth, it's hard to come by any cat that hasn't has a depressing childhood.... But nevermind. This is me.
Born to think that my mother was Hauntedheart, our current medicine cat and that my father was Darkshadow, a Seaclan prisoner of Nightclan (that was true), I grew up oblivious and ignorant. In truth, my mother who was Shatteredfang, died in childbirth. Though I, in reality, still don't know who my real mother really was, but I am sufficiently sure it wasn't Hauntedheart and I haven't been notified of anything... Okay.
Time progresses and I am apprenticed,my mentor is Brokensoul. Good. While I was an apprentice, my father was unexpectedly killed by Cinderwing, a random Nightclan warrior I knew nothing about. I was left confused and next to my rather sad siblings. Ouch.
My less than mentally healthy mentor caused my warrior training to go a little slow but I am still kicking. I survived the beast attack with foxes and I am currently in the present!
(after timeskip- history) Still alive and... I passed my assessment.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:32 pm
. : About Me : .
My name is Autumnkit >> paw >> shine.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a she-kit, I should know.
I'm 3 moons old.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Mudnose(mama), Foxfur(father), Olivekit(my epic bro).
. : A Little Bit More : .
My favorite things!
* Getting what I want
* My parents
* My brother
* Fighting
* Training
* Lizards
* The sunset
* Night time
* Stars
* Nightclan
* Helping Others
* Cipherkit
My least favorite things...
- Annoying cats
- Loud noises
- Frogs
- Rude cats
- My family getting hurt
- My brother being sad
- Heat
- Water
- Another cat being hurt or lonely
And, my fears.
~ Dying
~ Letting my emotions get the best of me
~ Crying
~ My family dying or getting hurt
~ Being alone...
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'm a very impatient person, disliking cats who don't answer my questions quickly enough. I am also very strict, often criticizing the bad behavior and habits of the other cats. I'm also very socially awkward, reckless, impulsive and lonely... I hide my true emotions since they feel like a sign of weakness and... I hate worrying others... However, I have a great sense of justice and pride in being a member of Nightclan. I also have an... embarrassing clumsy side to me, but when I'm clumsy, I treat it as if nothing ever happened. I am very loving to my family and will risk anything, even my life for them. If you ever hurt my brother in any way, you better watch out because I'm coming for you. I'm quite stubborn and I have the love of lizards like my mom. I can act pretty wise at times too. Other than that, I'm pretty anti-social.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Not that I care really, I was born with drop dead gorgeous looks, like my mom. I have my fathers fur, a deep ginger red color but it's shorter than his. My eyes are a yellowish brown, I guess I'm a female version of my dad? I have a slender yet well muscled body that is medium small in size. My soft kit fur is usually sleek and gorgeous. My name was earned by the color of leaves in the fall.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born but a few months ago, my mother not liking the kitting process. I live in the nursery with my beloved brother as I live the life of a kit. Nothing much really. More to come soon!
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 9:04 am
 . : About Me : .My name is Runningkit.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm Newborn.
I'm a Kit.
My kin include Tigerfang(mother), Eaglesoar(father), Orchidkit(sister), ----(brother... deceased).. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
Father and Mother
Orchidkit
Playing
Running in Circles
Running (hence the name Runningkit >.<)
Nighttime
My least favorite things...
Meanies
Not running
Feeling lost
And, my fears.
Mother or Father or Orchidkit dieing.
Being totally alone
... . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Runningkit loves to run, and run and run, he is quite fun to be around, or so he enjoys thinking. He likes to race around with his sister, though he is not nearly as hyper as she is. He does get distracted, but then, he's a kit, he should grow out of it. He isn't as easily distracted as his sister, and can keep his mind focused if he tries real hard. What else shall we say about this little tyke? Ah yes, he tends to forget some things pretty easily, so don't get worried if you ask him a question and get a blank look in return.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Runningkit is a handsome little marble tabby tom-kit. He has a line of dark fur that goes down the bridge of his nose area, but stops right before his eyes. He is a handsome little kit, and really, why wouldn't he be, have you seen his parents? Runningkit is broad shouldered and big pawed like his parents and has the makings of muscles like his father. Runningkit has nice, dark blue pools that we call eyes.
My history, don't go poking around!
Okay, Runningkit is just born to Tigerfang and Eaglesoar.
((Me and Runningkit will work together and add more once something happens in his life.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 10:15 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Orchidkit Orchidpaw Orchidbreeze.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm a newborn.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Mother-Tigerfang; Father-Eaglesoar; Brother-Runningkit (will put in name of other deceased sibling later...). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Shiny things
~Splashing in puddles/mud
~Running back and forth across camp multiple times
~Waking up early
~Asking questions
~Purple things
~Butterflies
~Runningkit
~Mama and Daddy
My least favorite things...
~Grumpy kitties
~Kitties ruining her fun
~Long, boring meetings
~Sitting in one spot for too long
~Loud noises
And, my fears.
~Bees
~Being alone
~Dark
. : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
HAI! I'm reewy hyper all da time and I guess ish annoying sometimes, but I can't help it! I am a wittle fluffy ball of energy that wikes to ask questions to any cats nearby, even to da point where I'm just askin', "Why?" ova and ova again cuz I wike werning about a whole buncha shtuff. I haz kinda a short attention span, so if you talk to me, don't be mad if I shtart looking at a shtray butterfwy. I wike to pway and run and jump and sing and wrestle and a buncha other stuff wif mah broder Runningkit all day and night. One day I wanna gwoh up just like mah mama and mah daddy and be da best warrior in NightCla-- ooh, butterfwy!!
It's what I am, like it or not.
I ish da most cutest kit that has ever wived! Or so mah parents say...I'm a vewy fwuffy kit, with owange fur dats...um...what is it again...tabby! Yesh, I'm an owange tabby just like mah daddy, except I haz little white shocks on all mah pawsies. Speakin' of mah pawsies, der vewy big, just like mah momma's...and so are mah shoulders. Since both mah momma and daddy are big, I'm a big kit, too! Um, what elsh...oh, my eyes are big and amber, and dey usuwawee look guilty cuz I like to get into trouble.Oh, and I almosht forgot about my muzzle! It's white just like mah pawsies.
My history, don't go poking around!
Uh, well, I don' reewy haz a history yet! I was just born, ya know! ( I can edit it if you want me to write more)  . : About Me : . My name is Tigerfang.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 30 moons
I'm a warrior.
My kin are Orchidkit (daughter), Runningkit (son), and ___kit (son, deceased). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~ Cleanliness
~ Work
~ Taking walks in the forest
~ Fighting
~ Eaglesoar
~ Her babies
My least favorite things...
~ Overly happy cats
~ Laziness
~ Babysitting
~ Anyone who makes fun of her large paws
And, my fears.
~ Being alone
~ No one loving me
~ Eaglesoar or her children getting hurt . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Tigerfang is not very social and likes to be alone, and when she is, she doesn’t like to be disturbed. She has fiery ambition, and won’t tolerate any play when there is work to be done. When it comes to problems or issues with the Clan, she is very good at solving them, stoically working them out with determination and focus. But when it comes to emotional problems, she has no idea what to do. She usually just stiffens up when met with affection. Stuttering and
stammering, she kind of makes a fool of herself, as well.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Tigerfang has a dark gray undercoat, with black stripes dotting it's surface. The fur length is short, and since she is kind of a neat freak, her fur is always shiny and smooth. Her eyes are a light green, with little flecks of yellow. There is a long scar that goes up and down her left eye, but it's barely noticeable unless you look really close up. Her paws are also abnormally large, along with long, razor sharp claws.
My history, don't go poking around!
Tigerfang was the only kit of her mother’s litter that survived. She didn’t like to associate with the other kits, for fear her littermates in StarClan might get jealous. Not behaving like most kits, Clanmates worried for her mental state of health. She didn’t play with random leaves or a twitching tail, bouncing around, full of energy. She just stayed in one spot, glaring and hissing at any cat who disturbed her quiet solitude. So she stayed away from other cats, and turned into a cat who was cold-hearted and sarcastically mean.
For a time, she went missing from NightClan, and the rest of her Clanmates thought she was dead. Eaglesoar was the only one who believed she was still alive, and sure enough, she popped back into camp as quickly as she had disappeared. She didn't remember anything, only that she went down for a nap and came back. For seemingly abandoning her Clan, she has always been hard on herself and has tried very hard to redeem herself.
When the Clans gathered for the Gathering, Tigerfang was injured with a broken rib (not that she would let on that she was hurt). And when the opportunity came for her to take revenge on the lion that had hurt her, she was abruptly stopped by Eaglesoar, who took her back across the bridge with the kits, elders, and apprentices.
She doesn't know it, but she is a descendent of the dreaded Tigerstar.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:29 am
. : About Me : . My name is Foxfur.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 26 moons [after timeskip].
I'm a deputy.
My kin include Autumnkit and Olivekit. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-Willowheart.
-The stars.
-His kits.
-Fighting.
-Mudnose.
-Watching the sunrise.
-Being a father,
My least favorite things...
-StormClan. Yuck.
-Fox traps.
-Bramblefire.
-Blackflame.
-Guardianvow, sort of.
And, my fears.
-Losing his family.
-Losing my deputy spot to Bramblefire in some freak mix-up. . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Foxfur is not a great cat to be around when you're annoying him.
He gets really mad and snaps at you, wanting to bite your head off. But of course, he can't. Because you're his Clanmate, and he loves you. Right? Right.
He will protect Willowheart, Mudnose, kits, and elders. But the warriors are perfectly capable of protecting themselves, so you should get on his good side.
He's kinda quiet, and keeps to himself, but it fiercely loyal to NightClan, and will do anything to protect their name.
Lately, because of Mudnose, he's starting to come out of his shell, and smiles more. He talks to cats more often, and finds solitude on the lonely side. He has learned to keep his temper in check, and now, Clanmates will rarely find him yowling.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Foxfur has a very long, dark reddish-brownish pelt, with even darker stripes of red going through it. He's quite handsome. He has dark amber eyes, and his left ear is gone because of a border skirmish from when he was an apprentice, bits and pieces of it getting torn away as he grew older. Foxfur is huge, neck and neck with Eaglesoar for the biggest tom in NightClan, and has learned to accept how big he is.
The tom has many scars, some being one on his nose, three long ones on his flank, and a slim one right above his right eye.
My history, don't go poking around!
Foxkit was a big kit, always jumping on the other kits, getting scolded by his mother and Willowkit.
He knew from the moment he saw the deputy that that was what he wanted to be. The tough kit couldn't wait to become an apprentice so he could learn everything and be the very best.
Foxpaw was an independant apprentice, not wanting any part of that special "bond" mentors were supposed to share with their apprentices. He had no friends, but somehow, Willowheart managed to squeeze into his life, and become his best, and only friend.
Foxfur came to love Willowheart like a sister, and he knew that was all she would ever mean to him. He became deputy, and finally achevied his dream. But being deputy wasn't easy. There was so many things he had to look after, and he's exuasted all the time, but refuses to sleep, afraid everything might crumble down while he rests.
Foxfur has miraculously cured his insomnia, and now sleeps soundly. He has become more confident in his abilities, and likes to thank Mudnose for that. They've become mates, and offically welcomed their first batch of kittens. He doesn't think life could get any better. . : About Me : . My name is Willowheart.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 26 moons [after timeskip].
I'm a warrior.
My kin include no one.. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-Foxfur!
-Frogs!
-The Moon.
-Lightningstrike! Shush, don't tell!
-Ravenwing! Oh snap!
My least favorite things...
-Cats finding out about her and Lightningstrike.
-Clouds.
-Fathom.
And, my fears.
-Losing Lightningstrike.
-Everyone finding out about her and Lightningstrike.
-Getting exiled for breaking the Code. . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Willowheart is funny and wild when you're her friend, but she can seem ony semi-friendly when you barely know her.
She is the sweetest thing to the one she loves.
Willowheart has an urge to protect her apprentice and those she loves, even if they aren't from the same Clan. She's very vain about her looks, and doesn't enjoy hearing cats say she's stuck-up, because she's not. Willowheart's just beautiful, and she knows it.
She's very flirtatious, and ignores Clan boundries, they don't really matter, anyways, according to her. It's all harmless.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Willowheart is beautiful. She has a long grey pelt, that shines in the moonlight, and bright green eyes that sparkle. She takes pride in her pelt, and keeps in clean at all times. The scars that streak her skin only enhance her beauty, as they show her fierceness to protect those she loves.
My history, don't go poking around!
Willowkit was facisnated by Foxkit. He was so big! She followed him around, and yelled when he was being mean. She fooled around with all the tom-kits, enjoying playing hide-and-seek, and rolling around in the snow and dirt, not a care in the world.
Willowpaw somehow managed to become friends with Foxpaw during their apprenticeship, and tresures their friendship dearly. She was the only one he would talk to and confide in. They would train together and sneak away for hunting sessions when they were bored. Everyone was convinced they were going to end up as mates one day, but the feeling wasn't there. That's alright with her because they're better off as friends.
Willowheart has a secret. When she went on the journey to find the cure for the Madness, she fell in love with Lightningstrike, a SeaClan tom. They meet whenever they can, and she misses him when he's not around. It's hard keeping a secret when it's a big, fishy, silvery SeaClan one. Willowheart was convinced there was no one else for her, until she met Ravenwing at the war at the Gathering. The way he made her feel was incredible. How she acted still haunts her. Willowheart is ashamed, and hopes with all her heart that word of her actions doesn't reach Lightningstrike. She still loves him, but doesn't know what to do. . : About Me : . My name is Shadowbreeze.
I'm a member of NightClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm fifteen moons.
I'm a new warrior.
My kin include my mother, Petal, a rogue, and my father, who shall not be mentioned. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-The stars
-Darkness
-Hunting
-Being alone
-Willowheart
My least favorite things...
-My father
-Leafbare.
-Blood. (it makes him dizzy)
-Cloudy days.
And, my fears.
-Cats finding out I'm only half-Clan. . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I enjoy being alone, all by myself. I don't get along with other cats very well, especially other kits. They're so annoying. I only converse with others when I'm forced to, or when I don't want to look suspiscious. But I talk to Willowheart. She understands. Oh well. I don't want to be in the spotlight anyways, everyone's always looking at you.
I'd know.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I have dark black fur, that'll probably come in handy when I get older and hunt, because it blends in with the dark, marshy ground we have around the territory, which is kind of gross. I don't look like my mother, or my father. My mother had light brown fur and my father...well, let's just say I don't look like him. But I do have my mother's eyes. That's the only thing I remember about her. Her beautiful golden-yellow eyes. I'm glad that's what I got from her, because they were really striking.
My history, don't go poking around!
One day, when my father was a young warrior, he went for a walk, alone, through the territory. It was a crisp, Leaf-fall day, the sun was shining, and the prey was everywhere, rare for Leaf-fall. He headed towards the StormClan border, when he smelt something odd coming from a bush. Upon inspection, he found a beautiful she-cat, with gorgeous yellow eyes and light brown fur. (Thas my momma biggrin ). He immediately fell in love, not caring she was a rogue. He hunted for her, and kept her safe, hiding my mother in a den that he made by himself just over the border where no one would ever find her. She didn't even tell him her name when he first found her. She had been attacked by a badger, and was badly hurt. He even went and stole herbs from the Medicine Cat for her!
Anyways, when he came back to the bush, herbs in his mouth, she looked up at him with her big gold eyes, and he just had to know her name. So, he asked her. Duh. And she replied, "Petal. My name is Petal" Oh what a lovely name. That's probably what he thought too. He went to see her everyday, excusing his absences from camp with hunting. No one questioned him. After a few moons of that, Petal was fully healed, and pregnant. My father was shocked. Oh StarClan, was he shocked. Shocked at what he'd done. He'd broken the Warrior Code!!!!
Dun Dun DAAAHHH!
Psh.
Whatever.
The next part of the story goes like this: After she told him the great news, he pretended like everything was fine. But as she grew heavier and heavier, Petal could tell something was wrong. She finally confronted him one day, and he flipped out.
(Cue flashback)
"Please, just tell me what's wrong. You've been so..distant lately"
(Cue freakout)
"You want to know why? I'll tell you why! You're a rogue! I'm a NightClan warrior! This is wrong! I'm disgusted with myself! You have no idea how bad this is! You're pregnant with my kits! They'll be half-Clan. This isn't allowed! I can't believe I let this happen. It's just so.. so.."
And then Petal looked at him with her big eyes he loved so much, and asked, "So, what?"
"So wrong. I don't love you anymore. I'm sorry"
Then he turned away like the big jerk he was, (and still is) and ran away, back to his Clan, leaving my poor mother there to die slowly of a broken heart. She somehow managed to make it until the day I was born, hunting for herself, having made it through a harsh Leafbare with the help of my father. I was born one day during Greenleaf, but the day of my birth was also one of my mother's last days. I believe that she made herself hold on just until her kits were born, and if she made it till then, then she could finally die. Her broken heart was slowly killing her as she waited for her due date, and having kits was the final straw.
No one heard her cries as I came into the world, followed by my two sisters, who died as soon as they were born. She noticed I was still breathing and tried to keep me warm. Petal managed to get up, bury my siblings, and make sure I stayed alive. I miss her a lot. The day I opened my eyes and looked up into hers, the two colours matching perfectly, was the day she finally gave up and died. I didn't really understand what had happened, and kept crying for her to wake up.
Willowheart finally came and found me, bringing me back to camp. A queen had just had kits, and since I was extremely malnourished, I fit right in. No one said a word or doubted my Clan heritage. The queen died soon after, but Willowheart was always there for me.
The next memorable event in my short life is this: When I was finally let out of the nursery, two moons later. I spotted a tom. I don't know how, but I suddenly knew, that he was my father. And he knew it too. I wobbled right up to him, my yellow eyes huge, hoping for some sort of affection. I took in his scent, noticing it smelt familar. Then it hit me, I had smelt that before! One day, curled up next to my mother, I had smelt it! He had been spying on us! I looked up at him in silence. He returned my gaze, and I could see a flash of fear in his amber eyes.
"Go away, kit. I'm not your father" he spat.
I reeled back in shock, hurt and disappointed, but suddenly understood. I knew his secret. I could destroy him. As I scuttled back to the nursery, my head down, a plan formed. I'd pretend like I didn't remember, but as soon as I was older, I'd expose him for what he really was, and watch him feel what I felt, many, many times.
As I was named an apprentice, I tried as hard as I could to become stronger. I trained daily and often snuck out for private sessions by myself. I like to believe I'll be able to beat my father one day, and I know that day's coming soon.
I just recently became a warrior, and that just brings me one step closer.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 7:10 am
. : About Me : .
My name is Starkcloud.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm 28 Moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include none as of now.
. : A Little Bit More : .
My favorite things!
♥ Stars
♥ Kits
♥ Rainblast
♥ Nightclan
My least favorite things...
- Death
- Idiots
- Making Mistakes
And, my fears.
/ (snakes) {kinda}
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Starkcloud is pretty easygoing and rarely, if ever, get's angry with anyone. She, although easygoing, can get angry if the right words are said, or the right actions done. This said, she is also very kind. Starkcloud is very loyal to her clanmates and to Nightclan and she loves kits. Starkcloud hopes to have her own family, but is also content with looking after the kits and apprentices. She may look like she's soft and fluffy and all fur, but she is a formidable opponent should you meet her in battle.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Starkcloud is a nicely built, fluffy white she-cat with grey splotches spread about on her pelt. She has stunning blue eyes.
My history, don't go poking around!
Starkcloud had a normal kithood, no complications there, but through her apprenticeship, when she began to grow noticably... The other apprentices made fun of her because she happened to be the fluffiest of the bunch. She eventually got used to it, and now, cats don't do it, but if they do, it doesn't bother her anymore.... She was a mentor to the young Rainblast and during that time, grew close with him. Some time into his apprenticeship, he broke down after hearing his father was dead, so he disappeared... At the gathering where they were attacked, Starkcloud fought long and hard for her clan. Helping others as she saw fit. Once Nightclan returned home, she noticed something that made her heart soar. Rainpaw was back. She was so happy to see him, the young tabby had come back just in time to help those who were being attacked at camp...
As of right now, Starkcloud still is mateless, but that's alright. She is content with her life as it is. And if Starclan willing, then she will have her own family. If not, that's alright.
. : About Me : .
My name is Rainblast.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 15 Moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Darkshadow (dad, dead), Shatterfang (mom, dead), Envyfeather (sister), Pine-eyes (brother).
. : A Little Bit More : .
My favorite things!
✖ Family
✖ Exploring
✖ Playing
✖ Climbing
✖ The Night Sky
✖ Rain (of course)
✖ Storms, that includes Thunder, Lightning all that
✖ Sungaze
✖ His Kits
✖ Envyfeather
My least favorite things...
✖ Not getting his share of exploring/playing
✖ Twolegs
✖ Mean Cats
✖ Fighting
And, my fears.
✖ Being left alone/abandoned
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Rainblast is sweet and soft. He is outgoing- with energetic Envyfeather as a littermate, how can he not be outgoing? Rainblast 's personality is somewhere in between Pine-eye's seriousness and Envyfeather's energeticness. He's capable of being really sweet. He can be quiet when he needs to be, but if it doesn't matter, then he's usually bouncing around everywhere. Sticking his nose into anything and everything. Rainblast is very curious and he seems wiser, and sometimes, older than his age...
It's what I am, like it or not.
Rainblast is a furry, tabby cat. With eyes the color of the night sky.
He has some white under his muzzle. But other than that, he's just different shades of brown. Rainblast is somewhat built, not like Pinepaw though. His build, like personality, is somewhere in between Pinepaw's and Envypaw's.
My history, don't go poking around!
Rainblast is born to Shatterfang and Darkshadow. He thinks, that Hauntedheart is his mother. Although he has his doubts, since, to him, she doesn't feel like his momma. He had a little spiff with her, and he wants to fix things between them. Rainpaw has somewhat recently been apprenticed. His mentor is Starkcloud. He has a big crush on Sunpaw.
Rainpaw came back from running away after Darkshadow to find foxes attacking the camp. So, forgetting how tire he was, he jumped in to make sure his brother didn't get hurt.
Rainpaw and Sunpaw have recently become mates. His spirits, are soaring high right now.
Rainblast is a father to four beautiful kits. Jasperkit, Sacredkit, Charmingkit and Goldenkit.
The young tabby warrior had noticed a change in his sister's behavior. The tabby she-cat, who had been so energetic as a kit and apprentice. Was all of a sudden quiet and drawn back.
Rainblast loves his Clan, and will be loyal until Starclan calls him, and then some.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 3:08 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Cipherkit↘↘ Cipherpaw ↘↘ Cipherheart.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm four moons.
I'm a kit .
My kin include Watercloud ( deceased) + his secret lover ( deceased ), Serenekit ( deceased sister ) && Stunkit ( brother ).. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
√ Figuring things out
√ Puzzling others
√ Seclusion
√ Training
√ Serenity
√ Experimenting//Concocting//Scheming
My least favorite things...
× Mousebrains
× Exposure ( of her thoughts//plans//feelings etc. )
× Not knowing
× Crowds ( i.e Gatherings )
× Gossip
× Pity
And, my fears.
××× Being found out ( meaning later revealed )
××× Perpetual loneliness
××× Irreparable things
××× Being hurt. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Cipherkit couldn't be more opposite -- at least in terms of her name. Cipherkit is very mysterious and actually makes it her own personal mission to keep it that way. 'Recluse' would be a good word to describe her but even that doesn't hit it on the dot. She's weird in the way that she likes to pry into others cats' lives while she herself doesn't take to being open with others. Cipherkit prides herself on the fact that she can analyze almost, basically everything and while she tries to avoid being a complete smart-a**.. Well, let's be honest here. Most of the time she's a complete, and total smart-a**. All this is really is a intricately woven facade. She's doesn't like to reveal herself because she's almost sure that she'll get hurt. She fears that if she were to fully open up to a cat, or "found out" as she likes to call it, that she'll be rejected. Her largest fear, is fear of being hurt and she'll do absolutely anything to avoid that.After all her analyzing she's got it down to about two main personalities : the good and the bad. This reflects her view on life as well, entirely black and white. But along the way, her views have become skewed. She's afraid of both now, both the tenderness of the good and the ferocity of the bad. It confuses her the most, trying to figure out other cats. Things that are not logical or not easily figure out, confuse and frustrate her thus driving her almost to the edge of complete madness until she convinces herself it's just a fear. Cipherkit has problems accepting her flaws, but easily points out others in the hopes of maybe driving her own out of her head. She's odd that's for sure but her deepest wish is to find that one cat who has her all figured out. Her logic can be defined simply : That which cannot be deciphered, is something to fear.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Cipherkit is just another blade of grass in the field. In terms of looks there's nothing absolutely extraordinary about her. Perhaps when she was born she was underfed, or maybe it's a genetics thing but Cipherkit is extremely small. She has a delicate frame and appears fragile to most other cats. However, it seems that other parts of her body have grown too large and ends up contrasting her entire look. Cipherkit's legs are extremely long and along with her claws as well. Although no matter how much this she-cat gulps down, she remains as teeny as ever. She's a short haired cat. And her pelt is forever appearing scruffy thus subjecting her to 'baths' pretty much all the time. The base colour of her fur is similar to the bark of a White Ash tree, but the stripes cover most of that colour. Her stripes cover almost all of her body although her chest and belly have been left untouched and remain a pale cream. The most alluring thing about Cipherkit are her eyes. They're green obviously but upon closer inspection are revealed to have tints of amber and hazel. When they catch the sunlight they sparkle and without knowing it, Cipherkit has her eyes open wide all the time as if she's always curious or frightened.
My history, don't go poking around!
"Two blurry faces. I don't know exactly what they look like but she had large, kind eyes. She looked at us with love. Tender, undying love. He was scarce to appear around us but I remember his smell. Sour, tinged with worry or distress. And a bulky build. Tensed as if ready to pounce on a mouse that would never appear before his eyes, but he was always ready for it. Hmm, yeah. That's all."
Cipherkit's answer to questions about her parents. Before. That's what she calls her history. But there's more to it than that.
"Serenekit, wait up!" Cipherkit panted, even her long legs not able to keep up with the nimble, lithe she-cat. "Oh come Cipherkit! You've got legs like a frog, leap with me! Run with me!" she shouted, turning back to gaze at her with limitless storm-grey eyes. Cipherkit let out something between a gasp and a sob but ran on. The clouds had set in long ago and Cipherkit felt the rain drops atop her ears long before the thunder started rumbling in. Worry ate away at he stomach but she dared not stop in case Serenekit left her behind. No matter how you looked at it, Serenekit was like a Starclan cat sent from above. Her kindness confused Cipherkit, she was unable to comprehend why Serenekit was even able to smile sometimes after they had gotten into a quarrel. She was gorgeous too, gifted with graceful supple limbs that obeyed her every thought. Granted a long silky coat of frosted white fur. The silver that edged every strand lit up in the sunlight, enrobing her in a heavenly glow wherever she walked. And her storm-grey eyes were unable to look at anyone without kindness. Cipherkit gasped as thunder outlined her sibling, a bright flash shadowing her pretty face. "Where are we Serenekit. Stunkit said not to got so far." Cipherkit heard the whine in her voice and silently scolded herself for acting so cowardly in front of her sister. "Hush, Cipherkit. Look around." Thunder flashed again, shadowing her sister's face once more but grey orbs loomed out at her. "Welcome to my hide-out."
Cipherkit gulped visibly but did as she was told and glanced up at the two-leg shelter that they'd entered. It was smaller than some of the other abandoned ones that she and Stunkit had discovered but this one, it was in much better condition. Large areas of what felt similar to moss covered the floor under her paws, silencing the comforting sounds of pawsteps, of life. A large boulder towered in one corner, soft and brightly coloured unlike one she'd ever seen before. Enticing smells hit her nose, it seemed like mice scurried with the two-legs as well. But her nose indicated that the large beasts had left the dwelling long ago. There was a top thnking, to the shelter, solid looking. Cipherkit felt safe knowing that rain wouldn't soak her pelt but unease rippled along her spine making her shiver. "I'm scared Serenekit. What have you found here?" Cipherkit whispered, padding forward uncomfortably. The soft moss got stuck in her claws irritably. "I've found bliss." she replied simply, leaping slightly onto the smushy looking boulder. "Nightclan is where we belong. We can find bliss among our kin, our clanmates." Cipherkit replied, pride for her clan flaring up in her chest. Serenekit laughed heartily and stared down at Cipherkit, contempt darkening her gaze. "You can't be serious Cipherkit. Those wild furballs chasing nothing but butterflies all day, and fighting each other for land that we could all share. Don't be stupid!" Serenekit snarled. She no longer looked like a beautiful spirit, but a keening mad cat! The ethereal silver glow that usually enveloped her looked like a pale sickly grey. And her eyes... Her beautiful, loving eyes... They were bright and feverish but the scariest thing about them was that Cipherkit saw nothing in them. No emotion, as if they were sucked dry of it, leaving hollow grey shells of their former selves. Cipherkit whimpered in fear. "Your sick, terribly sick. Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Cipherkit cried, her scream echoing in the nearly deserted Two-leg shelter.
"It's okay Serenekit. If we go back now we can get you help. Momma will --" Cipherkit winced mid-sentence but Serenekit caught it. "Momma's dead! She wasn't even a part of our clan! Watercloud was stupid to think it would ever work out! Our clan rejected her, she's not one of us. We're not pure, just like Watercloud... I'm sure he wanted it that way. Our "reluctant acceptance into our clan would humble as apprentices and warriors to come!" He always said but that's not true. Secretly he was glad that his children would go through the same. So they could turn out exactly like him! He barely even knew what to do for her! And that's why he's dead too! He didn't know what to do for her that day when they were running away. She had doubts and Watercloud couldn't calm her down. She came back for us, y'know. Your father couldn't protect Momma! They both died there on that Thunderpath, and it's all his fault!" Serenekit screamed, leaping down to meet her. Those eyes looked at her now with pain, pain so deep that Cipherkit was frozen in place, mesmerized by the sight of them. Her breath was sour, blowing her in face from the deep gasps that Serenekit couldn't control. But then the clear eyes transformed back into the wild, trapped eyes of a crazed animal. Cipherkit on the other hand, couldn't speak. "That's not true. Watercloud-- Our father loved us. He felt guilty all the time that he had done to us what had happened to him. Don't you think he wanted to have pure-blooded kits? Love doesn't choose based on clan, Serenekit. And they both came back for us. It was all an accident. I choose to accept this because I know they walk with Starclan watching over us, over you Serenekit. I'll join them too one day." Cipherkit growled. Her eyes begged her to stop this madness, but Serenekit was beyond help. A gasp was ripped from her lips as Cipherkit caught sight of the terrible, sick-inducing wound. It was pink as if the wound was fresh. Blood clotted the fur in clumps all around and an oozing yellow liquid pulsed from the wound-- as if it had a heartbeat. Bile rose in the throat but she choked it down. I will end your pain, Serenekit. i promise.
Cipherkit looked at her with determined eyes, glancing for a chance in which she could attack. Serenekit seemed oblivious however. "Starclan? Ha! Starclan doesn't exist! It's a tale, made up for kits to soothe them after the deaths of their mothers! It's an unattainable fairy tale that we all chase after. Think of it Cipherkit. Here we could make a legacy. We could be rulers, just the two of us! We will make history, here." Cipherkit froze, eyes locked with her sibling. It was madness, pure madness! What could two kits do together anyways? Serenekit now faced her, tail wrapped around her paws as if nothing was wrong. Cipherkit pretended to be pondering the idea, and then pounced just as the apprentices had taught her. She knocked her sister to the ground, claws digging into her fur. Serenekit looked up at her with wide eyes. "I'm so sorry Serenekit. Your sick, and it's too late. I'll make it not hurt anymore okay?" Serenekit nodded like her normal self, having accepted her fate quite easily. "I'm sorry it had to come to this Cipherkit. I never meant to hurt you." her soft voice full of warmth made her resolve tremble but Cipherkit had exacted her death already. Leaning her head down, she bit hard into Serenekit's neck. She's seen some of the apprentices do this right outside camp, landing a killing blow to a mouse or bird. Death came instantly. Apparently not with cats! Serenekit howled and fought against her. Strong paws thumped her in the belly, and claws scraped against her back and cheek. This only made Cipherkit bite down harder, the metallic taste of blood choking her. The attacks became weaker until Cipherkit felt them stop. She backed away when she thought she had finally killed her. However Serenekit's eyes were slits as she looked at Cipherkit feebly. "It doesn't hurt anymore Cipher..kit." Serenekit smiled wanly, eyes trained on her sibling but rapidly losing focus. "Sorry..." she whispered with a gurgle and then.. she was gone. Shock hit Cipherkit. She's thought death would come as a relief but she pain and utter sorrow drenched her. "I'm sorry too." she whispered as she sat vigil for her sister. Blood coated her paws as she stepped in the pool of blood from the wound-- the wound she'd personally made-- to get as close as she could to Serenekit.
Okay, so Serenekit got attacked by a rabid rat from the Two-leg 'hide-out' she had discovered as well as eating them too. She didn't know and her madness ultimately drove Cipherkit to kill her. But not without a price.
After that Cipherkit was unable to get close to anyone for fear of this exact situation. So eventually she stopped trying to get to know anyone at all. Instead she examines them from far away, trying to figure them out before forming relationships so she wouldn't get back stabbed by them. At first she thought there were two types of cats-- good ones and bad ones but now she fears both. You see she worshipped her sister, who was always kind and pure, but who also turned out to be 'evil'. Of course it was due to rabies but Cipherkit refused to believe that all she said was due to her sickness, that some of it had to be what Serenekit really believed with all her heart. Because of these traumatic events, Cipherkit is who she is today.
CIPHERKIT AND HER BROTHER AREN'T BORN UNTIL AFTER THE TIMESKIP!!!
 . : About Me : .My name is Stunkit ↘↘ Stunpaw ↘↘ Stunclaw ( Debating on names ).
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm four moons.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Watercloud ( deceased father ), + his secret lover ( deceased mother ), Serenekit ( deceased sister ), Cipherkit ( sister ).. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
√ Exploring
√ Going for long walks
√ Looking at the stars
√ Sleeping
√ Leaf-fall
√ Asking questions
My least favorite things...
× Losing his train of thought
× Cipherkit
× Two-legs
× Rain//Thunderstorms
× Training
And, my fears.
××× Getting sick
××× Thunderpaths
. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Stunkit often can be found not paying attention to a thing. That's how he got part of his name, he's often always stunned when people talk to him because he probably didn't notice that you were talking. Stunkit is wildly intelligent, much more so than he lets on. Cats often mistake him for being the ditzy, lazy type since he doesn't seem interested in training whatsoever. Although in reality he could probably perform the moves almost flawlessly. ( Another part of how he got him name, he stuns people with how good he actually is at fighting, as well as how smart he is. ) He's misunderstood and likes it to be that way because he doesn't like for people to know all of his secrets. He and his sister are alike in the fact that they're somewhat recluse but for Stunkit it isn't on purpose. It's just that he mind is constantly thinking, and always questioning. Most of the time though he tends to be thoroughly distant.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Stunkit is quite a large kit. In human terms we'd call him an 'early bloomer'. He towers over most kits in an intimidating way but not intentionally! Graced with a lean body and well built shoulder and legs, Stunkit can easily be mistaken for an apprentice. Not to mention that he's actually quite handsome but he doesn't really care about that, thus giving him an easy going gorgeous look. He has large claws not unlike the infamous Tigerstar although he tends not to use them as often. His fur is a strange shade in between orange and light brown, the sunlight sometimes highlighting one colour or the other. Stunkit's eye are unusually large, seeming to take up his face in a frightening way. He also has an uncomfortable habit of staring into your eyes too much which also scares most cats away. His eyes are similar to Cipherkit's but a much more brilliant shade of emerald. Mixed with that is some yellow and blue spots, blazing brightly when light shines upon them.
My history, don't go poking around!
Rain fell gently on his ear, finding it's way down his face mimicking what humans called 'tears'. He gazed intently at his parents' bodies as if his will, his might could bring them back to life. He face was stone cold with concentration before another nameless cat told him gently to take some herbs. Stunkit looked at them, not seeing their purpose but licked them up none the less. He glanced behind him at his his sister. Serenekit's eyes were closed and she was physically shaking. He knew not from the cold but from unbearable pain. Cipherkit was the more of a situation having lain between her parents. She nuzzled their faces trying to find the familiar scent that had long ago been washed away by the rain. He shook his head as she looked at him, begging for a different answer, begging him to wake her from this nightmare. He knelt forward and licked her gently on the ears like he knew their mother had before she passed. A choked gasp escaped her throat and she buried her face even deeper into their pelts. He waved his tail, beckoning Serenekit over to him. They twined their tails, trying to draw comfort from each other. "What about Cipherkit? She's so... broken." he muttered, unable to meet his sibling's eyes. "What about her? There's nothing we can do for her other than offer our comfort, our love." she whispered, eyes locked on Watercloud's, their father's, face. "They walk with Starclan." she murmured, licking his cheek. "Do they?" Stunkit asked, turning his head skyward. Serenekit turned to face him, shocked. "How could you not think that?" she demanded, grey eyes flaring briefly with some emotion before they were drained lifelessly. "Don't you ever think that cats just... die? It's easier to believe in some unseen power, than to believe that cats just die. It's easier to believe that they're up there, happy. It's just easy. I don't want to take the easy way out." Stunkit murmured, eyes fixed somewhere far away. "Oh Stunkit, you never have. You never have taken the easy way out." Serenekit whispered leaning her head on his shoulder.
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"Cipherkit! Serenekit!" Stunkit shouted through the thunder. It was useless, they would never hear him through this thunder. The rain soaked his thick fur but he strangely wasn't cold. Something hard landed in the pit of his stomach. He knew this feeling, it was dread. He'd only felt it another time was cats were whispering and looking at him funny. That was back when his clan had brought back his dead parents. It was instant they said, they felt no pain. 'That's what Two-legs do. They create immortal beasts in which we could never hope to defeat.' he remembered a warrior saying. Shaking his head wildly, Stunkit tried not to think about their death. It only made him more worried for the lives of his siblings. Sucking in a deep breath he ran forward just as he scented something odd. He knew this scent well. Cipherkit had been covered in it when she walked away from their parents just before sunrise when the elders were about to bury them. Fear unlike any other he had ever experienced rose up in his chest as he ran forward towards a Two-leg nest. Their scents were all over it, and he darted in. Mainly from fear and dread but also to get out of the wretched storm. The sight that welcomed him was horrifying. "Cipherkit... no. What happened to her!?" he screamed, rushing forward blindly. Something splashed under his feet, and he looked up first. Yes.. their was a top to the nest, blocking out the rain. So what was... "Blood." he whispered padding backwards out of the puddle. His mind was spinning and Cipherkit whimpered softly as bloody paw prints covered the mossy ground. "She's dead. What happened?" he asked softly, padding forward and leaning over her blissful looking face. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. It was faint, layered under a sour smell but he found it. "I-I didn't know how to fix her." she whimpered again, louder this time. His eyes snapped open. "Fix her? She wasn't broken." Stunkit said voice sharp and demanding. "B-but.. sh-she was sick."
This struck Stunkit as a surprise. Serenekit was always open with everybody, telling them how she was feeling, what she would like to do etc. and she hardly ever kept a secret from anybody. "What do you mean, sick?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at Cipherkit. "That. A wound.. horribly infected." Cipherkit murmured, looking away. Stunkit leaned down to inspect the ghastly wound. A yellowy liquid had been oozing onto her pristine pelt, staining it. And then his eyes found a different wound. A bite wound on her neck. Neat little holes which could only belong to a cat., a kit to be exact. "You killed her." he accused, eyes wide with disbelief. Cipherkit paced away but turned back abruptly as if it was a second thought. "I had to! Don't you see? She was sick! She was in pain, she was delirious with dreams of conquering the clans! I couldn't bear to see her like that! I HAD TO!" Cipherkit wailed miserably, aching guilt and sorrow cracking her voice. Stunkit snarled and pawed her to the ground, his massive form atop hers. Their eyes locked but Cipherkit was to terrified to look away anyways. "You killed her." he growled, shaking furiously. "She was in pain! I couldn't let it go on!" Cipherkit growled, eyes burning now with rage. He looked away choking on a sob, when he turned back his large eyes were filled with excruciating pain. "And you couldn't come get me?" he whispered. Cipherkit gasped, turning away and squeezing her eyes shut. Shaking her head furiously she muttered, "I'm sorry. Sorry. So Sorry. Stunkit--" "NO!" he cried latching a claw onto her throat.
Cipherkit gasped, writhing and struggling under his vise-like grip. "I should kill you. I can kill you right now!" he whispered digging her claws into her neck. Whimpering softly, she went limp in his grip and closing her eyes in acceptance. "I'll see Serenekit again. I'll apologize, I promise." Cipherkit gurgled around the large claw constricting her throat. Stunkit's eyes widened further, his stare darkening. In one swift movement, he threw her away from him. Blood spurted onto the ground and Cipherkit took in deep, grateful, soothing breaths of air. "Why didn't you kill me? You should've killed me! I want to be with Serenekit!" she muttered hoarsely, nudging her dead sibling. A harsh laugh echoed through the nest, making Cipherkit shiver. "I should kill you eh? If it's your wish, then I won't grant it. You don't deserve to see her. Killing you now would be the easy way out. No. Instead you'll just have to live with this. This guilt. It'll gnaw away at you, slowly. That's the punishment you deserve She'll haunt you Cipherkit. You'll pay for what you did to her. And to me." he hissed, pain raw in his voice but eyes as hard and as cold as stone. "B-but.. The easy way out? I don't understand." Cipherkit said, seeming to be her regular self. Even the blood stopped flowing from her wound. The rain would wash away what had happened here. Stunkit stopped, and turned around to gaze at her with distant eyes. "Serenekit would've understood. And soon you will too." he spat as he padded to her slain body. "Now let's give her a proper burial. A fox took her and we couldn't keep up, say nothing more. They won't ask any questions." Stunkit murmured taking a mouthful of silver-white fur in his mouth.
STUNKIT AND HIS SISTER AREN'T BORN UNTIL AFTER THE TIMESKIP!!!
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 12:02 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Olivekit.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 3 moons old.
I'm a Kit.
My kin include Foxstar(father), Mudnose(mother), Autmnkit(sister). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
♥ Rain and anything to do with water
♥ My family(especially Autumkit)
♥ Frogs
♥ Playing
♥ Butterflies
♥ Peace and Tranquility
My least favorite things...
✖ Cats disliking him for some absurd reason
✖ Not being able to help those in need
✖ Cats who are lazy, annoying, and incompetent
✖ Mean Cats
✖ Pain
✖ Being scolded
And, my fears.
☠ Anyone he cares about getting hurt(especially Autumnkit)
☠ Death
☠ Foxes . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
He is usually silent, tending to observe what happens before reacting. He also doesn’t use sight when looking deeply into things, he uses the other senses. For example the sense of smell to determine the scent of a certain person or plant, hearing to identify the position of a person, taste to know what he is dealing with in terms of food and such, not to forget the sense of touch to feel what normally isn’t felt. But he does have the tendency to chew on something in order to understand it better, whether it be inanimate or animate object.
Sometimes he can be mysterious, saying things people might not understand. He does not give off things he knows unless they tell him something he wants to know. Olivekit is compassionate and quite merciful at times. He loves to help people with problems and normally don’t ask anything in return but food or maybe accommodation for the day. Some may find him as a hidden treat but he believes in faith upon others except to those he suspects at least to a certain extent. He likes to see kits growing up or people getting stronger; as he is. He firmly believes that one can achieve greater heights even with challenges ahead.
Sometimes his mood changes when he's around things he doesn't like. Or around cats that might hurt his sister. He instantly turns to a protective brother with a cold attitude to ward off enemies. In this bitter mood, he can also become very quiet, almost to the point where other cats wouldn’t even notice him.
It's what I am, like it or not.
He is a handsome snowshoe siamese tom. His eyes are a pale sky blue. The fur on his face and ears is black, except for a white streak that goes across the bridge of his black nose. Apart from his face, ears, and legs, the rest of his body is a soft cream color, much like his mother's. All four paws are snowy white and have dark brown, almost black, legs that look like stockings. Olivekit's tail is also the same dark brown/black color.
My history, don't go poking around!
All he knows is, he was born to his loving parents Mudnose and Foxstar. Along with his sister Autumnkit who he loves and protects. He lives in the nursery, living the life as a simple kit...wondering what fate has in store for him. (More to come soon enough!~)
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 4:09 pm
. : About Me : .
My name is Richmoon.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 27 moons old.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Hawkears (Father;Deceased), Lavenderstar (Mother;Deceased), Puresun (Sister), Irekit (Nephew;Deceased), Vanitykit (Niece), Caravekit (Niece), Bitterkit (Nephew), Tritekit (Nephew), and Avaricekit (Nephew).
. : A Little Bit More : .
My favorite things!
♥ Puresun
♥ Kits
♥ Nightclan
♥ Friends
♥ Nighttime
♥ Beautiful things
♥ The Moon
♥ Family
♥ Willowheart
♥ Fighting
♥ Learning
My least favorite things...
✖ Rude Cats
✖ Dishonesty
✖ Stormclan
✖ Horrible Cats
✖ Danger
✖ Bad Things
✖ Cats getting inujured
✖ Unhappiness
✖ Coldness
✖ Blood e.e
✖ Forsaken
And, my fears.
☠ My sister dying
☠ Death
☠ Water
☠ Fire
☠ Thunder and Lightning
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Richmoon is a normally happy, energetic, and gentle cat. He is merciful and loves to be of help, even helping other clans and others that are pitiful. He can be pretty sarcastic at times, and won't back down from a challenge. He really does hate liars or injustice, but he himself is very honest, intelligent, and fiercely loyal to his clan. He is pretty friendly, and a tad shy. Richmoon is now rather cold, gruff, serious, blunt and quiet, and shows a bit of his old personality, but, despite this, he is also very caring and kind, especially towards his old mentor and sister, Puresun. He has quite the temper now. He began to loathe Puresun for not telling him of her dark secret and didn't speak to her for moons. However, he's finally forgiven her and is a bit unsteady in re-building a relationship with her. He would still keep his promise to her, or protecting her until death, even past that. Nothing in the world would keep him from honoring and keeping that old promise to Puresun, he loves his sister very much, always concerned for her well being, even though he doesn't show it much. Richmoon also had his ol' impulsive over protectiveness over Puresun. He shows great dislike to cats who still give Puresun a hard time, or don't trust her. He does act a bit like a hypocrite, but he is trying his best and shows his protective edge in this.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Richmoon is a gorgeous scottish-fold, like his sibling, but the only trait he really has as one is slightly folded ears, which gives him a rather cute look, almost making him anything but intimidating. Despite that, he is a medium large sized tom with a muscular mottled build under that sleek and very handsome appearance. He is a slate gray tom with rich fur that seems to shift from gray to black hues, and, he has beautifully bright pumpkin-orange eyes that are a kind of striking and startling color, with their luminous shine. His appearance almost glows in the moonlight. His nose and claws are gray, while his whiskers are stark white. His tail is long and a bit winding, his traits taking from both his mother and father.
My history, don't go poking around!
Born to Lavenderstar and his deceased father, Richkit(moon) lived a normal clan life with his sister, Purekit(sun), well...mostly. He had always had a protective nature for his sister, even shooing away toms and cats he didn't feel 'deserved' to be around her, much like a guardian. He really cares much for her and would die for her. As a kit, he made a promise to protect Purekit(sun) always and forever.
As an apprentice, Richpaw(moon) trained hard under Willowheart, his old mentor, though his sister created many disappearances around this time, causing great distress and growing irritation in him. He hated that his sister wasn't there, nor being valiant in training under her poor mentor Tigerfang, who had barely trained her. He still tried his best to continue on. Richpaw(moon) still cared deeply for her and stayed his usual self other than that, like any hard working apprentice would.
Richmoon's warrior ceremony was held on the same day as Puresun's.
Puresun and Richmoon were given the surname -sun and -moon as a symbol of their relationship; brother and sister, always together. He serves as a loyal Nightclan warrior, battling fiercely and fighting for his clan. Puresun had made her final and largest disappearance, being gone and running off with some demon cat...Foresaken. He had grown a deep hatred for him and Blood. When Puresun returned, and revealed her dark secret, Richmoon couldn't handle it. He stayed far away from her, keeping his distance and tried to stay as far away from her as possible. He felt like he couldn't be near a cat, especially his sister, lying and not trusting him with her whereabouts and secret before hand. For many moons would he not speak to her, even acting as if she didn't exist, which probably broke her heart. Now, with times going roughly and the late death of his mother, Richmoon had finally found his heart again, and has given Puresun a second chance. He never stopped caring for her, he loves her very much and is the cat he cares about the most, besides his dead mother. He is currently trying to warm up and build his once close bond to Puresun once more, though it is hard.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 4:35 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Longshadow.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm Twenty-eight moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include The unmentionable. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Seclusion and Privacy
- Peace and Quiet
- The night and the Moon
- Voles-- tasty little morsels.
- She-cats. . I'm a flirt.
My least favorite things...
- To many questions.
- Intrusive cats
- Egotistic toms
And, my fears.
- Fire
- Drowning . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Longshadow has always been a Reclusive and secretive creature. While not unpleasant to be around, he rarely indulges in a laugh or smile, and has been known to take others off guard by the suddeness his laugh or smile might appear and then vanish. He is quiet. He is observant. Often times he focuses on his training and disregards things such as 'chit-chat' and goofing around. But the tom is not malicious and this is a common misconception-- in fact, it is not unheard of, for Longshadow to risk his life for others in dire enough situations. He is not quick to anger, but won't turn down a fight if it looks promising. He strives to better himself, to better those around him, and to be remembered by generations to come. Longshadow, ultimately, is an intelligent creature, with wits beyond his age and a powerful intuition. He has a 'speak when spoken to' mentality, and even then might only respond with a gesture or nod. Do not mistake this for anger or unpleasantry. He is a happy creature, even if he doesn't display it.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Longshadow is a thick, well-built, muscular tom. He has a handsome face, with neatly tilted ears, even whiskers, and deep knowing eyes. His shoulders show most of his muscularity, and often roll with his graceful movements, leading down into his lengthy torso and long legs (for which he was named). Most of his body is white, with large black markings spread out oddly. He has a black hood, which tapers down his neck and between his shoulders. The bridge of his nose is black, as well as his chin. Just below his shoulders on his legs, are black marks, as well as his tail which is primarily black. He has strong paws, with ivory claws he has taken great care of and silky fur he grooms daily.
My history, don't go poking around!
When born, he was named longkit due to his unusually lengthy body. He showed promise, even as a blind scrap of fur and relied heavily on his instincts to get anywhere. Once his eyes were opened and he was old enough to begin learning, he hounded his elders to become an apprentice. Before that moment, his father had never taken an interest in him, so when the massive tom came strutting in to investigate, it nearly gave Longkit a heart attack. The tom was not impressed by his only sons scrawny figure, and immediately began his life-long training. He needed to eat more. Needed to sleep less. Needed to listen, learn, understand. Longkits delightful and playful personality was soured by the sterness of his father. Desperately wanting to please, Longkit sacrificed his kithood, in favor of a more serious demeanor. When he became Longpaw, he was already ahead of his game. He knew more, could figure out complicated situations, and had a knack for handling high-stress situations. His father continued to push him-- training him until his paws bled. That only happened once. When longpaw returned to camp with bloody paws, he confessed to the medicine cat why, and the leader took care of it. While it didn't change anything, he took more care to take care of his paws. Longpaw became a warrior a bit earlier than usual. Shortly after he became Longshadow, his father was killed. Beyond what is common clan knowledge about Longshadow, you don't need to know anything. If you'd like to though, you have to spend some time with him.
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