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 Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 5:29 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Mudnose.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm 20 Moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Olivepaw [Deceased sister] . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Eating! ~Yum!~
- Hunting
- Blood (Not the cat)
- Being happy
- Annoying others
- Proving herself
My least favorite things...
- Cats making fun of her
- Being annoyed
- Not eating
- Border patrols
And, my fears.
- Anything that can eat her
- Being casted out
- Foxes. . : 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 had another sister named Olivepaw, who was a mere replica of her, but she never talked to her. She hated her because she looked exactly like her. She calmed down a little as an apprentice, but not my much. Nothing significant happened during her apprenticeship, other than the fact that her tail got messed up on a hunt.
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.[ooc:] Thought I would try to make a weird color thing, but I think it failed.... v.v
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 9:20 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Spiriteyes.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 17 moons..
I'm a warrior.
My kin include No one. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
∞ Being alone
∞ Fighting
∞ Observing cats
∞ Silence
∞ Strength
My least favorite things...
∞ Noisy cats
∞ Ignorance
∞ Weaklings
∞ Mercy
And, my fears.
∞ Change
∞ Blindness
∞ Water
∞ Losing . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Spiriteyes has a distaste for any cat who shows a sign of stupidity, weakness or arrogance. Her silent scowl shows her disappointment for any disobedience to her word or her clan. Her rare, Lavender and gray eyes show approval only when she feels it to be deserved. The most time she will find to talk would be a rant about how much of an imbecile someone was. Spiriteyes is usually the type of feline to sit badger lengths away from a group of people and stare at them. She doesn't like to confront cats unless it's with her insults or claws.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Spiriteye's pale orange fur is almost always found in a relatively clean manner. She was born with one gray eye, like her mother and one lavender eye like her father- whoever that was. She was often stared at because of it, which she would happily return with a scowl. Her lean, muscular figure was in perfect shape for hunting and fighting, although her social skills were simple, 'shut up, or I will eat your soul.'
My history, don't go poking around!
The she-cat's past was one of pure hardship. Her mother was a grumpy, depressed Nightclan cat whose mate ran off shortly after the soul surviving kit was born. Spiriteyes was secretly raised to trust only herself, and to only watch her own tail. As Spiritkit became Spiritpaw her mother past into starclan. Spiritpaw's mentor taught her the warrior code with such a religious right it rubbed off on Spiriteyes, at least the clan part. As she matured into the 'lovely' feline she is today, she learned to watch over Nightclan and most of it's cats.
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 9:09 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Shimmer > Shimmerkit.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a she-kit, I should know.
I'm 3 moons.
I'm a Kit.
My kin include Leopardstorm. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
+ Kits
+ Playing
+ Play fighting
+ Flowers
+ Shiny things
+ Warriors
+ Stories
+ Pride
+ Happy Clanmates
+ Peace
+ Spirit
+ Sunshine
My least favorite things...
- Needless arguments
- The cold
- Hunger
- Unhappy Clanmates
- Bloodshed
- Her mother
And, my fears.
> Rejection
> Being confused the rest of her life
> Predators . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Shimmer isn't a normal kit. She can be happy at times, and calm and wise at others. She sometimes acts like a warrior does, and feels she has an obligation that she has to protect her denmates and Clanmates from something, but she doesn't know what. She sometimes can feel when something will happen, and can sometimes feel as if something's happened before. She really is a happy kit, but she doesn't like her mother- at all. Shimmer has been Shimmerkit, accepted into NightClan, and now is Shimmerpaw. Shimmer enjoys warm days and playing like other kits, but she is wise beyond her years. She just wishes older cats would take her seriously, and not joke about how young and stupid she was. If only they knew!
It's what I am, like it or not.
Shimmer is a beautiful golden leopard bengal. She has stunning silver eyes, and long legs. She can leap far and she has very sharp vision. She has small and delicate paws, but what are contained within her paws are deadly. Her claws and teeth are pearly white, but they are deadly. However, her claws are white in the front, and black in the hind. It's quite strange, but Shimmer seems to have gotten that from her father, a black raven colored cat. Her mother was a silver bengal. Shimmer his a delicate face, but when she is angry, it can become ferocious. She does have a short temper, but is funny and proud at the same time. The small kit, with time, will eventually become a very beautiful cat.
My history, don't go poking around!
Shimmer was born in Twolegplace outside of NightClan. Actually, it was nearer to StormClan. Shimmer remembers her times in Twolegplace all too well. She was born in a warm Twoleg den, surrounded by siblings. But she was different. While her siblings preferred to sit on a Twoleg's lap and be stroked, Shimer hated that treatment. She would go outside whenever she could, always daring herself to go further and further from the garden fence. She was named after her shimmering silver eyes. Shimmer was no talk and all action, always the first to chase birds in the birdbath, try to dig holes under the bushes, and was a troublemaker. But she longed to go further away from Twolegplace, longed to live in the wild. However, her dreams were dashed when her mother caught her sneaking further away from the garden fence. Her mother was a prissy type. She never wanted any dirt to even come within a million stridelengths of her fur, and wouldn't be caught DEAD doing any kind of hunting or even working. So how dare a kit of hers be allowed to? Shimmer was banned from the outside world for as long she could remember. But soon enough, she got fed up with it. She scratched the Twoleg up really bad, snarled an insult at her mother, and ran out the door. She leapt the garden fence and just kept running until she became lost in the woods. But that was when it happened.
Suddenly, Shimmer knew where she was going. She knew where she wanted to go. Someplace called NightClan. She had never heard of it before, and it sounded so foriegn! But something pushed the kit onward, through woodland and soon into boggy, mucky soil. Yet, oddly, Shimmer didn't mind. She found herself laughing about how much her mother would be appalled at seeing her beloved Shimmer trekking through swamps, covered in muck and filth. Soon enough, with getting stuck in the mud a couple of times, Shimmer found a black cat. Whisperblade, he called himself. Shimmer found herself on the defensive, but soon warmed up to the cat. He seemed friendly enough. Shimmer told him little about herself, but only where she was going. And, oddly enough, he helped her! He helped her clean herself up (barely) and the carried her to NightClan, despite her protests. Soon enough, Shimmer found herself in NightClan camp.
Shimmer was introduced to everyone, and soon she found the medicine den. The first cat she met was Rabbitpaw, the medicine cat apprentice. And that was when it happened. He had said some crude remark, and Shimmer snapped his legs- all of them- out from under him in one quick swipe. And she didn't even know any battle moves! Shimmer, shocked at herself, apologized profusely. She still, to this day, doesn't know whether Rabbitpaw likes her or not. Shimmer also met Guardianpaw and Silentkit, who were a warrior named Leopardstorm's- who she had found out looked just like her- kits. She also found out her phenomonal battle skills when she had to defend Silentkit, Guardianpaw, and the medicine den from a fox a few days further into her stay. Shimmer was then admitted into NightClan as Shimmerkit and stayed in the nursery. She befriended Silentkit and grew close to Guardianpaw, even though he acts funny sometimes. Shimmerkit recieved her apprentice ceremony 2 moons later.
Shimmerkit, now Shimmerpaw, made NightClan history when she refused to be made an apprentice. Her defiant manner flared when she refused to become an apprentice because of unjust treatment of Silentkit. She made a whole big speech, but eventually was made Eaglesoar's apprentice. She and Guardianpaw have grown closer over the past few moons, and something about him makes Shimmerpaw sway on her paws. But still, oblivious as she is, she vows to beat him in a mock battle someday!
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 4:35 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Poisonpetal.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 2yrs.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include N/A.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
- Quiet
- Thrill of hunting
- Grooming
- Constructive arguing
- Patrols
My least favorite things...
- Kits
- Loud
- Loud kits
- Obnoxious noises
- Less-intelligent cats
- Dogs
And, my fears.
- Dogs
- Drowning
- Being shunned . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Poisonpetal is a very, snappy, sarcastic cat. She's easily bored with things and cannot, for the life of her, stand kits. She's not very patient and won't stand backtalk, although she's first in line to dish it out. Poisonpetal doesn't normally fight, but with words, she can get nasty. She can be sickly sweet with a false attitude when needed (about higher authority), but it's rarely honest.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Poisonpetal has a smoky-gray coat with light green eyes. Her fur is long and layered, and she takes great care to keep it clean. Her claws are kind of short for a normal cat, but she makes up with that for a slightly longer-than-average tail, which gives her great balance. She's pretty quick on her feet, and she's not entirely small. She's not fat, but her coat makes her average size look bigger than normal.
My history, don't go poking around!
Poisonpetal was mean, right from the start. A whopping litter of six gave her little attention, and her sulking and avoidance of other kits led to being more of a little outcast. Things got better when she became an apprentice, but she never became very likable. Acknowledging this, she became a very closed-up and very proud warrior. She now attempts to secure a high respect in the clan... and avoids getting an apprentice.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 12:55 pm
. : 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 well...I can't even remember my age. Maybe....25 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 'Voiceless'
~ Being treated differently than other cats just because I'm a mute.
~ 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. He is very proud of his hunting skills and is very intelligent. He tends to smile a lot, but is very shy around other toms.
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 rogue mother and warrior 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 and a popular choice to be the next deputy.
One day he went out with his mother to hunt, and they ran into twolegs. A twoleg picked him up and started toward hismonster. 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 tied 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: Tue Dec 28, 2010 4:01 pm
(Forgot I didn't put this here.) . : About Me : . My name is Lightsound.
I'm a proud member of NightClan, formerly SeaClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 21 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Badgerwing (deceased), Angelica (deceased) and Marcy (Nightclan)
. : A Little Bit More : .
My favorite things!
-the sun
-sleeping
-playing
-being around others
-birds
-Marcy
My least favorite things...
-loud noises
-being chased
-heights
-being alone
-being bullied
And, my fears.
-dogs
-twolegs
-fire
-rouges
-owls
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'm usually very quiet. Of course I'll talk to others but it's never much. If I feel I should spea up then I will. I'm not afraid to. I can be a litte smart at timesk and a bit sassy. I'm gentle and kind. But also fearful and sensitive. I hate cats that chatter a lot. It's plain annoying. I'm very courageous and determined.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Calico she-cat with a white belly. One of her paws is all white while the other is half black. Her markings are somwhat striped but their also blotched. She has a small scar on her right eye and a torn ear. She has light amber eyes.
My history, don't go poking around!
I have little history of my past. All I can remember was being in Seaclan. I was accepted in Seaclan and also made a warrior. I've been told that I had came from a twolegs nest, but I never belived them. Where would I get all of my strength and bravery if I was a soft kittypet? I can only remember what my mother and father looked like, but I also get images of this one kit who looks strangley familiar. My father Badgerwing came to me and suddenly, I remembered everything. I was from a kittypet mother, but never lived in a two-leg nest. I was told by Badgerwing to go to Nightclan where I truly belong. His old Clan.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:34 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Tigerfrost .
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 17 moons old.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Daisytail, (sister, deceased) Hawkblaze, (father, deceased) and Poppypelt (mother, deceased).. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
-hunting
-feeling important
-being needed
-battling
-having something to do
My least favorite things...
-annoying cats (kits)
-disloyal cats
-being bored
-having nothing to do
-StormClan, BreezeClan, and SeaClan
And, my fears.
-falling in love (it's never going to happen)
-losing a battle
-a few unnamed she-cats (I admit, they can be a bit frightening)
-not catching something when I hunt
-disappointing my father
. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I am a dedicated, determined, loyal, and a proud member of NightClan.
'Train. Fight. Win,' is the motto I live by.
I have succeeded in hunting and battle training, the hours I put into practicing have, by far, exceeded those of most.
I will do anything to serve my Clan-
That is, except take a mate and bear kits.
That can be left to other NightClan toms.
I would die to protect my Clan.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am a dusky brown tabby tom.
I have large, almond-shaped, amber eyes.
My body is rather massive, not surprising for a NightClan tom.
From training so fiercely, my muscles are slightly larger than the average NightClan cat's.
I do not find my appearance very impressive or attractive, and I don't think any she-cats do either.
My history, don't go poking around!
Before I was born- my parents, Hawkblaze, a noble warrior deeply committed to serving his Clan, and Poppypelt, an obnoxiously flirty she-cat who couldn't stay with one tom, were pressured into mating. Poppypelt, at the moment 'loved' him and he wanted nothing to do with her, but their Clanmates' constant talk and teasing of the two 'lovebirds' kind of put Hawkblaze into an awkward position, so he felt that just to end his Clanmates' rumors he had to have kits with Poppypelt. Poppypelt was overjoyed to be having kits, especially with Hawkblaze as the father. But she knew he did not love her, and so after her kits, Daisykit andTigerkit, were born, she had Hawkblaze murdered by another NightClan tom, who, after Tigerkit and Daisykit were apprenticed, she had a litter of kits with him, saying it was what Hawkblaze would have wanted, for her to be happy. Poppypelt allowed everyone to believe that Hawkblaze was killed by a fox he had come across while hunting, but Tigerkit overheard his mother discussing Hawkblaze's murder with Blackclaw, the cat who had killed his father.
As an apprentice, with the knowledge that my mother plotted my father's death, I trained as hard as I could to avenge him. I had to become the strongest, the best, warrior for him. I knew it'd be better for my sister, Daisytail, to remain ignorant to the fact that our mother had Hawkblaze murdered, so I didn't even tell her.
When my sister and I became warriors, my warrior name Tigerfrost, hers Daisytail. A few sunrises after the ceremony, I asked my mother to come hunting with me. But, of course, hunting wasn't what I had in mind. And so, to my convenience, we came upon a squirrel, and I bet my mother that she couldn't catch it. Poppypelt mewed, rather loudly that she could, the squirrel heard her and, naturally, scrambled up a tree. My mother raced up after it, branch after branch, until the branches were simply twigs that couldn't hold her weight. The branch snapped and Poppypelt came crashing down, hitting every branch along the way. When she hit the ground, it was obvious that multiple bones had snapped and that her neck was broken.
Just a moon later, the Madness struck the Clans and my sister got the worst of it. Daisytail lost her mind and died before we had found the remedy.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 7:22 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Songkit.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm About 6 moons.
I'm a Kit/Apprentice at the time..
My kin include N/A
.: A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Attention
- Playing
- Birds with wonderful songs
- being around others
- Quiet nights
- Colorful/Unusual Skies
My least favorite things...
- Not getting sleep
- Being bullied
- Being ignored
- Learning how to hurt someone
And, my fears.
- dogs
- twolegs
- fire
- rouges
- monsters . : Getting Personal : . ]I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'm always hyper, adventurous, brave, and gentle. Some people get annoyed because of this. My feelings are hurt very easily, although my personality says " Rock hard." Sometimes I'm sassy too.
It's what I am, like it or not.
A small, fluffy cat.
Around my eye is a big blotch of black fur.
My eyes are blue, and you think of a river when you look into them.
I'm very skinny.
I'm small, and I will grow up to be a small cat.
And Im fluffy, so cats like to sleep with me at times.
]My history, don't go poking around!
I have little history of my past. All I know is that I have no parents so I stay attatched to the people around me.
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