Post by Nightfeather on Nov 18, 2012 19:38:32 GMT -5
Nightfeather
Warrior
THE BASICSKi ga tsukeba monitaa no mae de ohayo
shiranai aida ni nemuke arawareta
Isogashii no ni amaenagara yoseru
kotoba ni sasoware
"Kimi wa jitsu ni baka da naa"
"Honki de tsuraretaa"
Kanpeki ni ma ni awanai dou shiyou mo nai sono toki
hirameita nanika ni yori sugu ni akirameta~ Triple Baka, Hatsune Miku
NAME,Her name is Nightfeather.
GENDER,Nightfeather is a She-cat
AGE,She is 22 moons old.
POSITION,She is a Warrior of Shadowclan.
SHORT DESCRIPTION,Nightfeather is a short-pelted pitch black she-cat with amber eyes and white paws and a fleck of white on her tail.APPEARANCE,Nightfeather is a beautiful, pitch-black she-cat. Her pelt is usually glossy and well-groomed, and she is almost never seen with messy fur. Her eyes are a bright amber color, which she inherited from her father. Her small paws are white, and her claws are a light silver color. The only other white part that she has on her body is a small fleck of white on the very tip of her medium-length tail. Her build is medium-sized, but a little on the smaller side. A lot of Shadowclan cats have been known for their small size, and Nightfeather's family was no exception. Her mother was rather small, but her father was large. She has hardly any muscle mass, so she has never been very good at fighting. Her small, thin body puts her at a large disadvantage against larger she-cats, and especially the large warriors of Thunderclan. Although like a whirlwind of teeth and claws in battle, if put up against a much larger warrior she will most likely lose her battle. She much rather prefers hunting over boarder patrols any day. Nightfeather's pelt is short-furred and never gets much thicker during the winter, causing her to practically freeze when she has to go hunting in the snow. She manages, but sometimes she has to sit in the den all day just to warm up.
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THE TRAITSBaka baka baka
nani ga koko made anata o ugokasu no?
michinaru sekai e tobitatsu kibou nose
Baka baka baka
hoka ni yaru koto madamada aru n ja nai?
naite waratte okoru koto makasete ne
watashi no iro ni shite ageru~ Triple Baka, Hatsune Miku
PERSONALITY,At a first glance, Nightfeather looks sweet and almost innocent. For the most part she's sweet, but everyone in her clan knows that she is not innocent. She is very optimistic, always looking at the positive side of things, and tends to believe in the positive side of a situation even if everyone else knows things have turned for the worst. To kits and younger apprentices, the black she-cat is seen as a sort of mother. She is an excellent mother-figure, and loves to take care of the kits. She is happy any day to teach a couple things to some apprentices, even if she doesn't have an apprentice. However, there is a side to Nightfeather that not most cats would expect from her. She has a very short temper. If one certain cat gets on her nerves to the point that she snaps, she goes from sweet to evil and ready to rip some cat's fur off. Whether she actually does lay a claw (or all of them) on a cat is completely by chance. There are only a certain few cats who can break her out of her rages, and she will calm down rather quickly if it's the right cat calming her down. One of these cats is her brother, whom she has a pretty close bond with. She doesn't really talk much with her other family members anymore, and sometimes feels lonely while watching other families interact together. If it's for defending her clan and family, Nightfeather will put her own life at risk no matter what. Although she may not like some of them, they're still her clanmates and she would do anything for them. She will make a wonderful mother one day, and looks forward to the day when she will have a mate who accepts her for who she is, and can't wait until the day when she gets to raise some furry little bundles of her own.
LIKES,
- Kits
- Hunting
- Night time
DISLIKES,
- Riverclan cats (for many reasons)
- Being alone
- Cats who think they're better than everyone else
FEARS,
- Storms
- Deep water (she can't swim)
FLAWS,
- Too forgiving
- Loses her temper very easily
THE HISTORYKurieitibu na kokoro wa orenai sa
sou wa iu keredo sudeni kuzurete'ta
"Oi sore wa dame daro"
Naani mata mochinaoseba hora
yaruki takusan afureru sunadokei no you ni
Tekitou ni tsukuriageru dakedo nanika mono tarizu
neta o sagashite mita kedo chikara tsukite kita~ Triple Baka, Hatsune Miku
FAMILY
- MOTHER: Icepool - Small white-furred she-cat with green eyes.
- FATHER: Blackfur - Pitch-black tom with amber eyes.
- SIBLING(S):
Frostpelt - Small white she-cat with blue-green eyes.
Patchfoot - Large black and white splotched tom with amber eyes.
HISTORY,When Icepool, Nightfeather's mother, was first made a warrior, she was always the center of attention of most of the toms eyes. She was very beautiful; her white fur was always bright and her green eyes were as green as emeralds. To the males, she was like eye candy. Many toms bickered and fought over the right to win the heart of this pretty little she-cat, but Icepool had her heart set out on one particular tom. Blackfur had been her crush since she was an apprentice, and he was only a few moons older than she was. The tom was relatively quiet and didn't show much emotion, but would defend his clan with his life, and that was what she liked about him. At first the white she-cat approached him from afar, but with encouragement from her friends she began to start talking to him every day. Blackfur was very surprised that such a pretty she-cat had taken notice of him, and tried to play it cool with her and not make himself look mouse-brained. However, there came a point when Icepool eventually confessed to Blackfur about her feelings for him, and the tom was very happy. Over the moons that she had started talking to him, he had slowly fallen in love with her, too. He promised to take good care of her, and the two became mates.
After almost 8 moons of being mates, Icepool was happy to announce to her mate and the clan that she was expecting kits. The young couple were very happy at the thought of becoming parents, and 3 moons later on a warm night Icepool went into labor. Eventually, to Blackfur's delight, 3 tiny little bundles were born to him and his mate. The firstborn kit, a big male kit with black and white patched fur, was named Patchkit. The secondborn, a pitch-black she-cat, was named Nightkit. The last kit, a tiny white she-cat, was named Frostkit. The three kits, much to their parents' surprise, were generally calm and didn't get into much trouble. They would usually play together or poke their heads out of the den a few times, but generally listened to what they were told. At 4 moons old, Nightkit had started developing a personality that her parents didn't like very much. She was too forgiving. If an elder or a mean tom were to cuff her over the ears for no reason, Nightkit would simply say, "I'm sorry!" And forgive the cat who did it right away. Rumors spread through the older warriors that she must not have been a "real Shadowclan cat" because she was much too nice. Icepool began to guard her fiercely, hissing if a cat that she didn't like too much would get near Nightkit, and Blackfur would attack any cat who he heard whispering about his beloved daughter. Patchkit would stick up for his sister, usually protecting her from the sharp tongues of the older apprentices. However, Frostkit simply did not do anything. More and more every day, the small white she-cat began to resent her sister. She hated the fact that Nightkit was getting more attention than she was, and whenever Nightkit would try to find some comfort out of her littermates Frostkit would hiss in annoyance and move to the other side of the den. The poor black she-kit would be left confused and wondering why her sister didn't like her any more.
At 6 moons old, just like any other normal apprentice, the three kits became apprentices. Nightpaw and Patchpaw would sleep side by side in the apprentices den, their relationship growing stronger with each passing moon. Frostpaw seemed to disown her whole family altogether, and stayed as far away from them as possible. Nightpaw was given a mentor, a pretty light brown tabby she-cat, who was sweet as well. She taught Nightpaw to start standing up for herself. At first the black she-cat was a bit taken aback, but she listened to her mentor's words at all times. For some reason, she knew that her mentor would teach her things that she would always remember. And she was right. One day Nightpaw was minding her own business, resting after a rather long hunting session, when another apprentice approached her and began telling her bad things to her face. The other apprentice was a real jerk, raised by his father to be cruel and unforgiving. The black she-cat tried her best to ignore him and not let the hurtful things he said about her stick. After realizing he would not stop no matter how hard she tried, Nightpaw asked him to leave her alone, and was responded with a cuff to the head and the other apprentice telling her that she was "A good-for-nothing stupid she-cat." And then she snapped. With a screech of pure fury, the she-cat launched herself at the other apprentice, her claws unsheathed and her teeth bared. The tom let out a yowl of surprised that was soon replaced with screeches of pain. The young she-cat, although much smaller than the older, larger tom, began tearing pawfulls of fur out of the other apprentice, scratching his face and pelt with no mercy. Blood began to spray the clearing, and the rest of the clan stood around them, so shocked to see the sweet young she-cat snap that they couldn't get themselves to do anything. Finally, snapping himself out of his shock, Patchpaw forced himself through the crowd and grabbed his sister by the scruff, pulling the still-screeching she-cat away from her already half-dead victim, still clawing away. Pinning her to the ground, he screeched at her until she came back to her senses. At first, Nightpaw was confused and couldn't come to terms with what had just happened. The tom that she had beaten senseless scrambled to his paws and ran to the medicine den as fast as he could, and the rest of the clan turned their eyes to Nightpaw once again. Unlike what another clan may do to an apprentice for attacking another, Shadowclan was pleased that Nightpaw had actually stood up forself and proved that she wasn't just all bark and no bite. She got away without any sort of punishment, and from that day forward others began to watch what they said around her. Rumors about her stopped spreading. Icepool and Blackfur were very proud of their daughter, and began to shower her with even more support than before, always going out of their way to help teach her things that she didn't know. All of this made Frostpaw resent her sister even more than before. After going through all of their training, it was soon concluded by the three cats' mentors that they had nothing left to teach them. The littermates took their needed assessments and passed with flying colors. At 13 moons old, they were finally able to become warriors.
At their warrior ceremony, Nightpaw became Nightfeather, Patchpaw became Patchfoot, and Frostpaw became Frostpelt. Nightfeather began to take more control of her fierce temper, learning that it could be very bad if she didn't find a way to calm her own self down. All this while, Frostpelt distanced herself even more from her sister. She wanted nothing to do with any of them, and acted like a spoiled kit. Eventually, Nightfeather knew that it was no use trying to become friends with her again. She was already too far gone. Now, Nightfeather has been a warrior for several moons. She is very loyal to her clan, and would never dream of abandoning them for any reason. She hopes to have a mate someday soon, and dreams of becoming a queen. She has yet to completely control her temper.
THE OOCBaka baka baka
machibouke na no ni tenuki to ka hidoi yo
honki daseba shiawase desho? Anata nara
Baka baka baka
yaru beki koto wa subete wasurechae
utau odoru egaku kotoba okuridasu
anata no iro ni shite ageryuuuuuuuuuu~ Triple Baka, Hatsune Miku
OOC NAME,You can call me Night.
AGE,I am 17 years old. (almost 18! ^_^)
EXPERIENCE,I have been roleplaying for about 6 years.
SECRET WORD,The secret word is Pokemon Forever!.
OTHER CHARACTERS,I also play no one yet xD.
RP SAMPLE,
Gold had, honestly, come into the forest in search of a tasty treat. He was a little low on money, and decided that the best thing he could do was go collect some berries. Having released Aitaro out of his Pokeball, Gold climbed into a couple trees and began to put all the berries he could into his backpack, along with his monkey Pokemon's help. There were all kinds of berries, and Gold planned to get some of every kind. "Come on, Aitaro! We've gotta pick as many as we can carry!" Gold called to his Pokemon, and the Pokemon let out a cry of determination, throwing another handful of berries in the raven-haired boy's backpack. While stuffing his face with a couple berries, Gold realized that it would soon be dark. "Grab all the berries you can! We've gotta be moving on soon before it gets dark and we get lost or something!" He called out to Aitaro, and the Pokemon began to swing towards him from branch to branch. After grabbing his bag and preparing to climb out of the tree, Gold began to hear what sounded like an argument. Climbing to the edge of a branch, he looked a little ways away to see a man and his Pokemon in a clearing. It seemed apparent that the man was not too happy with his Pokemon, who had begun to peck at his head. Straining to see more, Gold leaned a little too forward, and the branch below him snapped in half. Gold let out a cry of surprise as he fell out of the tree, his golden eyes wide, and landed in a prickly bush next to the tree. "Stupid tree!" He yelled, crawling out of the bush and beginning to pull prickles out of his clothes and skin. Not only had he fell, but in the process he squashed all of the berries in his backpack. Aitaro nimbly jumped down out of the tree, letting out a sigh at the sight of the squished berries. At this rate, his day was not going to turn out so well.
