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 Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 2:16 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Rabbitpaw.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 6 moons.
I'm a medicine cat apprentice.
My kin include No one alive.. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~ Being alone
~ Bouncing around (the best I can at least)
~ Watching birds
~ Eating fresh-kill
~ Going on adventures without any other cats' help
~ Looking for dogs to kill by myself
My least favorite things...
~ Talking about my father
~ Talking a lot
~ Dogs
~ Badgers
~ Being told what to do
~ Lavenderstar
~ Blood [Yes, real blood]
And, my fears.
~ Trees
~ Water . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Rabbitpaw, occasionally referring to himself as Rabbit, is a pretty self-seclusive cat. He's fun when alone, but usually acts quiet around others, a bored expression fixiated on his face. He believes that showing emotion to even your Clanmates is a danger. He doesn't like the Warrior Code, being called Rabbitkit, or Lavenderstar because he doesn't think it's fair for a cat to be chosen without vote to be the successor of the past leader. When he's alone, he bounces around the best he can with his messed up front paw, likes to chase snowflakes, and holds his mouth open in the event of a harsh wind. He isn't too fond of blood, and often finds that it makes him vomit.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Rabbitkit is an unusually large pawed, pale grayish brown tabby with silver eyes. His front paw is oddly disfigured and has a scar running from his ear to the bottom of his chin. His tail is thicker than most cats because he's a scottish wildcat. His legs are a bit on the short side.
My history, don't go poking around!
Rabbitkit was born deeper in the forest outskirts to his mother, who was a rogue, a former NightClan warrior. She had been exiled when she attempted to kill the Clan's medicine cat many, many moons ago. Her friend from a long time ago found the two, and she was asked if she could take the kit to NightClan.
The queen who had just found out that she wasn't expecting kits, naturally agreed. She took Rabbit to NightClan, letting the kit pose as hers. His mother cared deeply for him, and told him everything he wanted to know. What his father had been like (He had been a type of wildcat unlike the forest cats), who his mother was, and other things. One day, in the battle with SeaClan caused by Darkshadow, his mother died. Devastated, he set out to go to SeaClan and kill the Clan cats. On the way, he was attacked by a ferocious dog. It gave him an ugly scar on his jaw and it tore his ear. The kit fought bravely, but as he went and swiped a paw at the dog, it bit his paw, crushing almost every bone in the paw. A warrior intervened, chasing off the dog. Ever since, his right front paw has been oddly disfigured.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 12:19 pm
. : About Us : .
Our names are Tritekit, Avaricekit, Bitterkit, Cravekit, Irekit, and Vanitykit..
We're proud children of NightClan, though our father is a demon and the Clan is ignorant of our existence.
We're male, male, female, female, male, and female,, we should know (in order of our names above).
We're newborns.
We're kittens.
Our kin include each other, Puresun (our mother who lives in NightClan), and Blood (our father, a demon from the Dark Forest)..
. : A Little Bit More : .
Our favorite things!
Tritekit:
o I wouldn't know, I was a stillborn. I never got to breathe air.
o I bet I woulda liked sleeping though.
Avaricekit:
< Eating
< Sleeping
< Playing
< Killing...prey.
< Did I mention eating?
< Forsaken!
Bitterkit:
- Everything everyone else has.
- Killing...prey.
- Forsaken!
Cravekit:
+ Toms ~<3
+ Getting things I want
+ Friends
+ Toms!
+ Killing...prey.
+ Forsaken!
Irekit:
:: Fighting
:: Hunting
:: Hurting others
:: Violence
:: Killing...prey
Vanitykit:
~ Myself
~ My pelt
~ My eyes
~ My accomplishments
~ My friends
~ Me!
~ Killing...prey
~ Forsaken!
Our least favorite things...
Tritekit:
o Well, having been born dead. What the heck.
o I don't think I'd have liked responsibility.
Avaricekit:
< Hunger
< People calling me fat
< Predators
Bitterkit:
- What I have.
- Stupid people.
Cravekit:
+ People who don't like me
+ Silence
+ Boredom
Irekit:
:: Bitterkit
:: Destiny
:: Happiness
:: Cheerfulness
:: Annoyingness
:: ...basically my siblings.
:: Forsaken
Vanitykit:
~ People who don't like me
~ Indifference to my awesomeness
~ Logic
~ Complainers
~ Party poopers
And, our fears.
Tritekit:
o Having been born dead, people.
o Darkness...
Avaricekit:
< Rotten food
< Sickness
< Death
< Demons
Bitterkit:
- Not having anything
- Death
- Forsaken...I like him, but he's scary sometimes.
Cravekit:
+ She-cats more popular than me!
+ She-cats who don't like me.
+ Death
Irekit:
:: I have no fears!
:: ...Forsaken...
Vanitykit:
~ Getting my pelt dirty
~ Getting hurt
~ Getting terribly mutated
~ Ruining my image
~ Ruining my reputation
. : Getting Personal : .
We're not going to change, it's who we are.
Tritekit: well, if I had lived long enough to have a personality, I'd be lazy. I was born blind, deaf, and mute, so I guess it's better that I died in my mother's womb.
Avaricekit: I really like eating, and food, and prey. Hunting is my favorite activity-the more food, the better! I never know when to stop eating, though, and others are constantly trying to keep me away from their food. The way to my heart is through my stomach, definitely! I'm kinda chubby and I hate it when people mention my weight. I have the ability of prophecy, a.k.a. seeing the immediate future. I cannot force myself to look up someone's future; I cannot control whether or not I can see the future. It just hits me. I can never see my own future-and thank goodness for that! I love surprises. ~<3 I was born blind, but it hardly hinders me from hunting or doing anything. Though I don't like not being able to see my delicious food...
Bitterkit: I'm always jealous of everyone else. I like taking other's things but once they're mine I don't want them anymore. But nobody else can have them! I was born deaf and with only three legs. I really hate Irekit and I wish he'd just die.
Cravekit: I like toms, a lot! I don't like the concept of one mate and I'd like to be like those doggies who mate with whomever they please. ~<3 However, I do like just about everyone and want to be everyone's friend. I'm happy and playful, but I especially like being around toms. I love it when someone tells me I'm pretty, but she-cats who don't like me can go rot in the fiery pits of the earth! ~<3 I was born with a stump tail, and my ears fold down like my mommy's while my siblings' fold up or something, but that's my only mutation! Compared to my siblings, I'm the most normal-looking ~<3 I actually really like helping others, and I have a spiritual power of healing (spiritual healing, like a psychiatric doctor or something).
Irekit: I'm always angry, at everything and everybody. Why is the world happy? It would be better if everyone was miserable. Even then I'd be angry at them. I hate everyone. They shouldn't be living. I'll end their pitiful lives for them! I was born mute, but that can't stop me!
Vanitykit: I love myself, like seriously. I might be a bit of a narcissist, I dunno ~<3 The next best thing to being my own mate was to be the mate of someone who thought I was the best thing in the world! Then I could actually have children and tell them all about me. I do like spending time with others, but most of what I do is for me. If you truly prove yourself loyal to me, I'll probably start caring about you. Some people think I come off as snobby, but I'm really nice and stuff. I just care about myself a lot. I was born with six toes on each foot and a flat face. Me and Cravekit argue about who looks more normal, but we're best friends at heart ~<3 I have the spiritual ability of clairvoyance, like my mom, except mine is different; while she can see spirits all the time, I can actually call them forth. It's fun! But they also bother me with helping them move on. Whatever.
It's what we are, like it or not.
Tritekit: I was born pitch-black with pitch-black eyes, gray paws, and black claws.
Avaricekit: I'm a chubby almost pure white tom with a black tail. My eyes are light blue. Cuz' I'm blind and stuff.
Bitterkit: I was born a pure white she-cat with one black foot. I wish I was like my dead brother, Tritekit, and was all black. I hate white. But Avaricekit is just a little copycat with her stupid black tail. My eyes are a stupid dull brown.
Cravekit: I was born with a rich brown coat. My muzzle is white that fades to tiny white spots into the rest of my brown face. My paws are white and fade into similar tiny white spots. My eyes are a striking hazel color, like my mom's!
Irekit: I'm a black smoky tom with white and brown spots. My eyes are a fiery reddish-brown.
Vanitykit: Like Cravekit, I'm a rich brown she-cat, and my markings are similar to hers, except mine are black. My tail is mostly brown but the tip is black. My tail is entirely white, and my eyes are a brilliant grey-blue!
Our history, don't go poking around!
Our mother fell in love with a demon named Forsaken, but one night she was tricked by Forsaken's demon rival, Blood, who pretended to be Forsaken. He led her far from her Clan and somehow seeped into her or someting. He marked her with madness and also somehow got her preggers. However, she hid it well from her Clan. Our pregnancy was far from normal; while our mother did get fatter, she was definitely much skinnier than a normal pregnant queen. We were also born premature by three moons. We were born in NightClan territory, but far from camp, so nobody knew we existed. Forsaken took us away from home, and we're traveling with him to some unknown place. We regard him as our father since we don't know about Blood yet.
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 12:04 pm
. : About Me : . My name is Shadowkit Shadowpaw.
I'm a member of NightClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm six moons.
I'm a kit apprentice.
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
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.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 10:31 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Falconpaw.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 6 moons old.
I'm an apprentice.
My kin include my mother Silvertail and my father Hawkslash. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Hunting with my mentor
~Battle training with my mentor and other apprentices
~Climbing trees
~Sunny spots
My least favorite things...
~Other Clans
~Kits that are annoying
~The rain
~Hunger
And, my fears.
~Pain
~Dying
~Becoming evil
~Being betrayed . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I am a distrusting and cold tom. I have a short temper and a sharp tongue, so don't get on my bad side. I can be violent and aggressive if you annoy me. However, I am actually nice when you don't aggravate or annoy me. My personality is very flawed, but I have a soft side that I don't like to show and you have to be very close to me to see it. I don't open up to others because I don't want to be hurt or betrayed.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am a sleek black cat with amber eyes. I am lean and medium sized, so it helps me to run faster. My muscles are beginning to develop, so they ripple nicely under my pelt when I hunt and run. I look like my father and I am proud of it. I don't look like my mother, however. My black pelt helps me to blend it with the shadows and it makes me hard see.
My history, don't go poking around!
My mother is a NightClan warrior, but my father was a BreezeClan warrior. I was born in the moors because my mother ran away right before I was born. A BreezeClan patrol found us and she was escorted back to the NightClan camp. It was then that my father decided to stay in NightClan with my mother. He vanished shortly after and no one knows where he went. I don't really remember him, but everyone say that I look exactly like him. This makes the BreezeClan cats hate me and the other NightClan cats don't like me very much because I am a half-clan cat and because I look like my father. My goal is to prove that I am a loyal NightClan warrior and to be the best cat that I can be.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 10:39 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Fangheart.
I'm a proud member of Night Clan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 23 moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include None as of known to this day.. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
✔ Kittens
✔ Protecting the clan
✔ Laying in the sun sleeping
✔ Roaming about
✔ Peace
My least favorite things...
✘Getting his ears and tails bitten to much
✘Seeing a fellow warrior fall
✘To many speaking at once
✘Overly confident cats
✘Other predators for personal reasoning
And, my fears.
Lose/Bannishment of Clan and death before having a family. . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Under most circomstances, Fangheart shows his role as warrior by showing of his strong will and stubborness. He isn't to harsh towards the others though. Fangheart is also known to roam about the Night Clan's territory, normally alone. He dearly cares for the safty of the kittens, therefore when it comes to protecting them, or any of his clan, he is ruthless to the end. He does not tolerate disobediance well, or to much play. The kittens those who are teething is known to get a swat or two when they start climbing and bitting his ears or tail. Other then that, he is a good hearted tom.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Fangheart is known for his miscolored eyes and their beauty. His left eye is the color of the softest blue surrounded by a hazy silver, and his right the color of pure golden shine. His pelt is soft, thick, and as white as snow. The only thing that disturbs his beautiful coating is a battle scar, three claw markings on his right hind leg. His body size is also rather large and long, and he does know how to through it around well.
My history, don't go poking around!
Fangheart was born and raised in the Night Clan, though his parents soon passed after his acceptance as a young warrior. They were hunted and killed by a predator unknown to this day. It left him broken for the longest of time, but he bounced back full force one he was over their deaths. Doing everything better and harder then before, he showed he was a strong warrior with a strong heart and will. Fangheart was uneasy with his new position at first, however, he quickly warmed up to it to show his learder that he is a worthy cat of his position. Now, after being warrior for a period of time, he is confortable and willing to help the clan in every way possible, weather it get food for his elders, babysit the kits, or protect their territory.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 9:36 am
**Got Permission from Timber to edit ! smile Also posting after Timeskip **  . : About Me : . My name is Blossomstream.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 18 moons old.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include no one. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Romance and love
- Daydreaming
- Her good friend, Lionfur
- Her clan mates
- Other clan mates
- Kits
- Nature
- Many things!
My least favorite things...
- She has no dislikes, as far as she knows.
And, my fears.
- Vicious looking monsters
- Being lost within a forest
- Overcoming her shyness
- Meeting new cats . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I guess you can say that i'm very, forgiving. Forgiving? I guess that's the word? Well from my own prespectives, my anger is controlled very strongly. Every clan consist of rude or obnoxious cats. Even if those cats are shooting rude behaviours toward me, I won't get mad at them. Instead I will shy away and become defensless. So you can say i'm emotional...hehe. Well I just believe that rude or not, it's just who they are. That's why I just accept it and move on.
Love is something I find very precious. I'm quite slow, therefore fall in love easily and foolishly. However when it comes to falling in love, I don't feel the true, strong love for a tom unless if they're really special to me. Or if they're just the right one. It all depends on my feelings. But whether I like then or not, i'll treat all my clan mates equally. Although when it comes to having feelings towards tom, I tend to act really shy to them.
I'm really easy going...I guess. Many things fascinate me! Especially Lionfur's stories. They're always interesting and fun! I'm sometimes forgetful, that's one of my weakness. I'm really nice but shy. And tend to get embarrassed a lot.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Blossomstream is a very beautiful she-cat. She isn't aware of her beauty. However her eyes are pale green, they can grow very vivid and bright in the night time. Her fur is very soft and fairly long yet short. Medium size you can call it. Her head is a black and goes along her back. There's a black speck on her nose. Her snout is white, looking like a mask. Her chest and belly are white and there are black specks on her tail.
My history, don't go poking around!
Blossomstream has a very...puzzling past. Born proudly in NightClan however her memory is very blank. Her past as a newborn is very hard to remember. Actually her memories as a kit is very scarce. All she remembers is waking up in the nursery and roaming around the NightClan camp. She was beautiful as a kit and still contains that beauty as a warrior. Blossomstream is well known for her beauty. However she is very weak, but has quick speed. With no parents, she was forced to teach morals and take care of herself. She didn't mind of course, and since she doesn't know the meaning of parents she never bothered learning.
As a kit, Lionfur took the responsibility of being her brother model. He taught her many things and filled her head with knowledge. And taught skills to become a warrior. Blossomstream learned quickly however currently she tends to have troubles learning still.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 12:43 pm
(( Please do not post profiles for cats who will be active/introduced/appear AFTER the timeskip. ))
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