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Post by {N}ight[Wish] on Jul 27, 2008 10:46:35 GMT -5
Name;; Nightwish
Gender;; Tomcat
Clan;; BrookClan
Rank;; Medicine Cat
Love Life;; None. (:<
Apperance;; Bright blue eyes on sleek, dark black fur is the general way to describe Nightwish. There really isn’t more to him, but if you want details, I’ll see what I can do.
He is a skinny young warrior, something which stands out greatly among his sleek, short pelt. This is both an advantage, and a disadvantage. He is not very strong, his muscles are about the same size as a middle-aged apprentice. But he is fast, and swift. It is easy for him to dodge quickly. Though his counter-attacks are not very strong, they are quick and fast and feirce. Of course, along with his thinness comes the gauntness. He is really very handsome, it is just sad how small he is.
His pelt is dark, pitch dark, black. His dark fur is very short, therefore very sleek. But, barely visible on his sleek night pelt are a few white flecks, a sign of his age. Some of the flecks are white, some are gray. There are not very many, so they are barely visible. Below the body are his legs, no taller than a normal warrior’s, and as strong as an apprentice’s in the middle of their training. His ears are perfectly rounded and his teeth are white as clouds, just not as soft. What he lacks in strength, he makes up in sharp claws and teeth. His paws, too, are small, and his claws have a glitter-like substance on them for some odd, unexplainable reason. His muzzle is gaunt, but I haven’t even started on his eyes.
Against his pitch black pelt, his eyes stand out the most. Bright, bright blue, with darker blue specks. They are what makes Nightwish handsome, his eyes against his pelt. Something about that combonation, black and bright blue, has a seductive feel to it. You can think the scrawny tom is ugly, but when he turns and faces you with those blue eyes, he can grow on you. But there’s no reason you should think him ugly in the first place, for he is a very handsome tomcat.
Personality;; Kindness, caring, desency. Those would be your answer if you asked a general cat of BrookClan to describe Nightwish in three words. But you want details, again, so I shalt give you the details.
Why would the cats of BrookClan lie? Yes, Nightwish is a very trusting, kind, caring cat. He always likes to see the bright side of things and has a great sense of humor. Some dark humor, some regular humor, depending on the situation. But, again, most of the time, Nightwish is the kind of cat one wants to hang out with. But no one does know what's on the inside, right? No one ever does. Every cat has secrets. Weither it's from their history, or they hide their real personality. One thing many cats notice something particular about Nightwish. Yes, he has a great sense of humor.
History;; Nightwish's kithood was the same for everyone. He was born, had a sister, and was very, very energetic. As a kit, he spent most of his days outside of the nusery, play fighting with his den mates. Nightwish's sister, however, was secluded. She always seemed to be thinking to herself, and glared at him when he broke her concentration. She was very tempermental, and was very harsh when her and Nightwish play faught. She was smart, but Nightwish always had the feeling she planned to take over the clan. When Nightwish and his sister were named apprentices and got their mentors, that was when their luck went downhill.
Their first day of training, they were about to leave camp when a patrol came back. Bloodstained and panting. It took Nightwish a while to relize the body the first cat was carrying was his mother. Nightwish faught hard to hold back tears, but in the end, failed. His sister, however, showed no emotion. In fact, Nightwish could swear he saw her grin slightly. From then on, Nightwish saw his sister grow worse and worse. She went missing from camp frequently, though she turned up right about the time she was missed by someone other than Nightwish. About five moons later, Nightwish's sister was made a warrior.
Ever since she became a warrior, Nightwish and his sister rarely saw eachother other. Ever since then, Nightwish's sister became worse before comitting suicide. As weird as Nightwish thought she was, she was still his sister, and he spent about a moon without talking. Three moons later, here Nightwish is, living a normal life as Medicine Cat. After BreeeWind died.
RP Example;; Cold wind rippled through the black tomcat's pelt as he came to a stop. Brilliant blue eyes scanned the landspace as he opened his mouth to scent the night air. Vole. Nearby. The tom crouched and took a silent step forward, pinpointing the blind little creature. Silently, the black tomcat moved forward and, with a growl, raced forward and grabbed the small creature's neck. That should feed a mouth or two. He meowed, looking at his evening's catch. A rabbit, a vole, and a fish. A smirk came to his lips as he licked blood from his teeth. It would be funny if one of these were poisened by the twolegs. It would be just like them. But, then, Nightwish would be dead right now. With a growl, the tom picked up his catch and moved it to camp.
Once in camp, Nighwish choose a tiny fish for himself, settling down in the warrior's area. He looked around camp. Cats sharing tounges with their friends. "One day." He muttered sadly to himself. He stared at his fish, his brilliant blue eyes narrowed. In the end, as usual, the black tom took a small nibble before getting up and turning into the warrior's den, ready for peace and quiet.
Other;; -Waves- It's Shadowz
Gender;; Tomcat
Clan;; BrookClan
Rank;; Medicine Cat
Love Life;; None. (:<
Apperance;; Bright blue eyes on sleek, dark black fur is the general way to describe Nightwish. There really isn’t more to him, but if you want details, I’ll see what I can do.
He is a skinny young warrior, something which stands out greatly among his sleek, short pelt. This is both an advantage, and a disadvantage. He is not very strong, his muscles are about the same size as a middle-aged apprentice. But he is fast, and swift. It is easy for him to dodge quickly. Though his counter-attacks are not very strong, they are quick and fast and feirce. Of course, along with his thinness comes the gauntness. He is really very handsome, it is just sad how small he is.
His pelt is dark, pitch dark, black. His dark fur is very short, therefore very sleek. But, barely visible on his sleek night pelt are a few white flecks, a sign of his age. Some of the flecks are white, some are gray. There are not very many, so they are barely visible. Below the body are his legs, no taller than a normal warrior’s, and as strong as an apprentice’s in the middle of their training. His ears are perfectly rounded and his teeth are white as clouds, just not as soft. What he lacks in strength, he makes up in sharp claws and teeth. His paws, too, are small, and his claws have a glitter-like substance on them for some odd, unexplainable reason. His muzzle is gaunt, but I haven’t even started on his eyes.
Against his pitch black pelt, his eyes stand out the most. Bright, bright blue, with darker blue specks. They are what makes Nightwish handsome, his eyes against his pelt. Something about that combonation, black and bright blue, has a seductive feel to it. You can think the scrawny tom is ugly, but when he turns and faces you with those blue eyes, he can grow on you. But there’s no reason you should think him ugly in the first place, for he is a very handsome tomcat.
Personality;; Kindness, caring, desency. Those would be your answer if you asked a general cat of BrookClan to describe Nightwish in three words. But you want details, again, so I shalt give you the details.
Why would the cats of BrookClan lie? Yes, Nightwish is a very trusting, kind, caring cat. He always likes to see the bright side of things and has a great sense of humor. Some dark humor, some regular humor, depending on the situation. But, again, most of the time, Nightwish is the kind of cat one wants to hang out with. But no one does know what's on the inside, right? No one ever does. Every cat has secrets. Weither it's from their history, or they hide their real personality. One thing many cats notice something particular about Nightwish. Yes, he has a great sense of humor.
History;; Nightwish's kithood was the same for everyone. He was born, had a sister, and was very, very energetic. As a kit, he spent most of his days outside of the nusery, play fighting with his den mates. Nightwish's sister, however, was secluded. She always seemed to be thinking to herself, and glared at him when he broke her concentration. She was very tempermental, and was very harsh when her and Nightwish play faught. She was smart, but Nightwish always had the feeling she planned to take over the clan. When Nightwish and his sister were named apprentices and got their mentors, that was when their luck went downhill.
Their first day of training, they were about to leave camp when a patrol came back. Bloodstained and panting. It took Nightwish a while to relize the body the first cat was carrying was his mother. Nightwish faught hard to hold back tears, but in the end, failed. His sister, however, showed no emotion. In fact, Nightwish could swear he saw her grin slightly. From then on, Nightwish saw his sister grow worse and worse. She went missing from camp frequently, though she turned up right about the time she was missed by someone other than Nightwish. About five moons later, Nightwish's sister was made a warrior.
Ever since she became a warrior, Nightwish and his sister rarely saw eachother other. Ever since then, Nightwish's sister became worse before comitting suicide. As weird as Nightwish thought she was, she was still his sister, and he spent about a moon without talking. Three moons later, here Nightwish is, living a normal life as Medicine Cat. After BreeeWind died.
RP Example;; Cold wind rippled through the black tomcat's pelt as he came to a stop. Brilliant blue eyes scanned the landspace as he opened his mouth to scent the night air. Vole. Nearby. The tom crouched and took a silent step forward, pinpointing the blind little creature. Silently, the black tomcat moved forward and, with a growl, raced forward and grabbed the small creature's neck. That should feed a mouth or two. He meowed, looking at his evening's catch. A rabbit, a vole, and a fish. A smirk came to his lips as he licked blood from his teeth. It would be funny if one of these were poisened by the twolegs. It would be just like them. But, then, Nightwish would be dead right now. With a growl, the tom picked up his catch and moved it to camp.
Once in camp, Nighwish choose a tiny fish for himself, settling down in the warrior's area. He looked around camp. Cats sharing tounges with their friends. "One day." He muttered sadly to himself. He stared at his fish, his brilliant blue eyes narrowed. In the end, as usual, the black tom took a small nibble before getting up and turning into the warrior's den, ready for peace and quiet.
Other;; -Waves- It's Shadowz
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