MIDNIGHTHOWL ~ EMBERCLAN

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Name;;

Midnighthowl.

Gender;;

She-cat.

Clan;;

EmberClan.

Rank;;

Deputy.

Love Life;;

Never.

Apperance;;

Midnighthowl is a dark, black she-cat with a coat so sleek and silky it shines in the sunlight, with the reflected tint of the sky and the environment around her. Just as so, her eyes are a blazing ocher; of yellow brown. Some say her eyes burn like fire, and glint like embers in the blackest night: dare to find out? Her body structure is muscular, and however lithe she is . . . she has a knack for brutism towards enemies; with much strength included. You can see her shoulders are normal size, and that even so, fine muscle ripples underpelt. Her paws are furry, which makes them seem larger than they are. Her tail is long, and at the end it widens out into a more lush appearance, with longer strands of fur. Midnighthowl: do you see?

Personality;;

Midnighthowl is taken as a serious, and loyal she-cat but that is the judgement she recieves from others who look at her from their point of view. Inside, where she knows herself best, and when she is alone she has a will unlike any cat she's ever known. Aside from the will to live, to breathe, to eat, and to protect her Clan as much as she can, she has a will to do much more than those before her have. You could say she has a powerful ambition ... but none that would do any harm intentionally. Her conscious, seems to have a mind of its own; in leading her to more wiser decisions and actions in her life. She's slowly gathering control. To other cats, and to herself she is a strong, loyal and wise warrior who wants to help and defend her Clan at her very best. Humor may not be in her genes or nature, but she can crack a few in the worste moments to lighten the occasion. Sarcasm: Yes. It's her greatest weapon in conversation and protesting against something, among the many other issues. Though, Midnighthowl never thought of anyone in a way that might suggest a love interest. She accepted the fact she could never have kits or a mate if she became leader, and during her deputyship: she has no care for toms or kittens that would make a family. She can appear miserable, because of her hard life she left behind. Deep in thought, she is a fighter. Fighting is her best skill. She never runs from a battle unless it's necessary, and she has never been found to be a traitor. Yet. But you won't need to worry about that, her life is deticated to her leader and EmberClan. She may tell few lies, but who would know? She tells white lies, every once in a while for good cause. She wasn't nervous in the beginning and she isn't now; she always knows what to do. She talks neutrally, not insane speaking and she's not quiet. Midnighthowl: do you understand?

History;;

As a kit, Midnight and her mother took shelter in an old abandoned two-leg nest just up near the Spiritstones, and however easy it was to live with just a small kit, and an adult she-cat . . . things were harder when Winter, her mother left. She knew that it was because she couldn't take care of Midnight anymore, when her daughter was capable of hunting and tending for herself and her own needs. Just when she was a year old, she discovered her long lost brother, Twig who went off to live with her father and her aunt right after birth. He was doing well, but the story he shared was heart breaking. Their father, who was killed off in a tuft with a wildabeast run, followed their aunts death which wasn't known only that they found her body somewhere off in a meadow. Dismembered slightly to several pieces. Midnight and Twig traveled for a while, and helped each other to try and find a comfortable life that didn't involve such chaos: it came to Midnight that living freely was inevidable and in the shadow of the night Twig was picked off like a bug by an enemy she can't recall correctly. Now she was alone. No hope for her family, who had died or left her for dead . . . what choice did she have? She knew of the Clans who lived off in the west. She'd heard stories of them, and how they had borders and a code that kept them at ease. To tell if this was true, she slid off to find out and discovered the first, EmberClan and joined with acceptance from their leader, Foxstar. And in time, she found a home, and became Deputy of the Clan following her warriorship by four years. She may seem to be crotechy, but she's not the eldest warrior. As a note for you. Her name was Midnighthowl, known for her battle cry in battle. Midnighthowl: do you hear?

RP Example;;

Smallclaw threw back his head to let out a husky laugh, one that rippled from his throat before it became a deep growl. Was Shadowclaw trying to accuse ShadowClan cats of being cruel and heartless? She had no idea how similar all the Clans were to one another. Being broken hearted, or crippled made no difference. Sparrowflight was crippled, and for himself... he was crippled inside. His expression became clouded and unreadable, as he thought back on his saddening past. She had said she loved him, in her milky sweet voice...she had told him that they belonged together and though there was no pleading in Sparrowflights eyes, her beautiful eyes...there was a mixture of love, and surprise. Especially the first time he'd actually made close contact with her. When she had first been injured, and taken to the Medicine cats den; by the rogue Ryuu; who also seemed to have laid claim on her heart. Such hatred he'd felt for the rogue.. The warrior was so in depth with his memories he wasn't sure what his maw looked like. With his eyes creased, staring dazedly into the ground just past the she-cat in front of him. "No." He replied absently. His emerald optics glazed over in remorse. "You'll find crippled cats there in ShadowClan too. Your defects aren't anything surprising...inside and out," He became more serious, stiffening his muscles again around his shoulders as he focused more on the RiverClan warrior. She was broken, that much she had admitted to but he was almost sure her history was twice as bad as his had been so he didn't press anymore for details. "You suspect me too much, because I'm not going to attack you. What kind of tom do you take me for, Shadowclaw?" He added, more richly, in his velvet voice. His favorite. His tone again was playful, maybe a little humorous too. He hoped again she didn't think he was making a joke, because he wasn't the kind of cat to attack without reason. That was a sick minded trick that only an insane rogue or something would do. And if he had attacked, the odds weren't even and it wasn't fair for Shadowclaw because of her hind leg, which whether she would admit it or not due to her ego; it would hold her back just a tad. A chagrin played on his lips.

Other;;

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