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Post by .{N}.Y.X.[S].T.A.R. on Jul 20, 2008 20:51:03 GMT -5
Name;; Nyxstar
Gender;; She-cat
Clan;; Breezeclan
Rank;; Leader
Love Life;; None
Apperance;; Nyxstar has a pelt as black as midnight, with a silver glint to it that makes it look like it is always shining. Her eyes are gray with glints of dark green, that shows when she is angry or sometimes just in everyday life. She is of average build, although her paws seem kind of small compared to the rest of her body. Her tail is short, not a bob but just not very long like some cats. Her whiskers however, are longer then some cats, which she finds kind of ironic. She is a muscular cat, and although she is thin, you can't see her bones through her skin like some dangerously thin cats.
Personality;; Nyxstar can be very sarcastic, as it's in her nature. She tries to be very fair to her clan mates, and she thinks she does a pretty good job. She dislikes the cats that are flirtatious to every tom they set their eyes on, and she has never been like that. She has a very strong spirit, and it shows when she's around her clan mates. She would always rather talk about something before jumping into battle, but she realizes this is not smart. When in battle, you never see the joking and kind Nyxstar she usually is, you only see her hard side. She fights with a ferocity that she never shows outside of battle, and she would gladly give all of her nine lives to protect her clan. Around her clan she makes jokes with her warriors and apprentices, and is very kind. She loves checking on the queens and kits in the nursery, and always feels a spark of pride when she makes one of these kits into an apprentice, and then into a warrior, feeling more like a mother then a leader as she watches the kits grow older.
History;; Nyxstar was born to the mother Cinderstep, and had one brother Mystictail. She never knew who her father was, and she wasn't even sure her mother was quite positive herself. Nyxstar looks nothing like her brother, nor her mother, and always felt like the reject of the family. When she became an apprentice with her brother, her mentor was one of the supposedly meanest warriors in the clan. Although not many of the cats liked him, Nyxstar thought he was the perfect mentor for her. He taught her everything he knew, and soon Nyxstar thought of him as more of a dad then anyone she had ever known before. He was so proud on the day of her warrior ceremony, prouder then her mother. Nyxstar was given the warrior name Nyxstorm, and in the same ceremony her former mentor became an elder. Nyxstar was given an apprentice soon after her ceremony, and passed on everything her mentor had taught her. When the leader of the clan retired to become an elder, and the deputy took over, Nyxstar was named deputy. Shortly after however, tragedy struck, as her mentor and pretty much adopted father passed away from old age. She mourned, but realized her clan was of the main importance. However, fate was still trying to get her down, as her mother passed away as well soon after. She didn't take her death as hard as her adopted fathers, but still took it pretty hard. She turned her full attention to the clan afterwards, and when her leader lost his last life to blackcough, she became the leader, and has worked hard to help her clan excel since.
RP Example;;
I tried, to kill the pain. But only brought more, so much more. I lay dying, and I am pouring, crimson regret and betrayal.
Hera lept up to a tree, glad she knew how to climb. She watched the tom as he tried to sneak away. Unfortunately, for him at least, Hera had been awake and alert, not her usual tired self. She watched him enter an abandoned twoleg nest, and rolled her eyes. 'That tom has no sense.' she leaped down, landing on her paws as a cat should, and hid in some overgrown grass. Her white pelt didn't blend in very well in the forest of green, but Nyroc wasn't looking her way. That was good at least, she knew if he would have been paying attention she would have been spotted instantly. Maybe even quicker. She watched the tom's path, her blue eyes scanning the surrounding area to make sure no Thunderclan cats were near.
She waited for the tom to do something when she saw a brown mouse, less the a tail length away from her front paw. It must be a stupid mouse, not quite worth the kill if there was no excitement, but then again she was starting to get hungry, and it wouldn't cause any noise to bat the mouse closer and the deliver the lethal bite. She reached her paw out slowly, waiting for the mouse to scamper away, but it staid where it was. It didn't even look at her, but he wasn't injured or dead. Nor was he sick, but still he lay there, as the white she-cat pawed it closer to her, this time to examine the poor creature.
The mouse was not injured as far as she could tell, and there was no stench of sickness in the small brown creature. It must just be dumb, or very depressed, waiting to die. She decided to stop worrying about it, and bit down, before devouring the tiny creature. She brought her eyes back up, only to see the tom had disappeared, but she could see his tail entering the twoleg nest. 'No sense at all...' she thought sourly, but followed him. He seemed to just stand there, lost in a memory. She looked around, from her poorly hidden hiding spot, and saw nothing special. It was just an abandoned twoleg nest. She sighed softly, but kept watching the large tom.
When he hadn't moved in awhile, Hera got impatient. She was never patient to begin with, but she didn't want to wait anymore. " Why hello Nyroc. What brings you to this dismal place?" she asked stepping out from the stone she had hidden behind. She waited for his response, calmly sitting down and licking a paw before swiping it delicately over her white face.
Other;; Um, I'm going to put Mystictail up for adoption...
Gender;; She-cat
Clan;; Breezeclan
Rank;; Leader
Love Life;; None
Apperance;; Nyxstar has a pelt as black as midnight, with a silver glint to it that makes it look like it is always shining. Her eyes are gray with glints of dark green, that shows when she is angry or sometimes just in everyday life. She is of average build, although her paws seem kind of small compared to the rest of her body. Her tail is short, not a bob but just not very long like some cats. Her whiskers however, are longer then some cats, which she finds kind of ironic. She is a muscular cat, and although she is thin, you can't see her bones through her skin like some dangerously thin cats.
Personality;; Nyxstar can be very sarcastic, as it's in her nature. She tries to be very fair to her clan mates, and she thinks she does a pretty good job. She dislikes the cats that are flirtatious to every tom they set their eyes on, and she has never been like that. She has a very strong spirit, and it shows when she's around her clan mates. She would always rather talk about something before jumping into battle, but she realizes this is not smart. When in battle, you never see the joking and kind Nyxstar she usually is, you only see her hard side. She fights with a ferocity that she never shows outside of battle, and she would gladly give all of her nine lives to protect her clan. Around her clan she makes jokes with her warriors and apprentices, and is very kind. She loves checking on the queens and kits in the nursery, and always feels a spark of pride when she makes one of these kits into an apprentice, and then into a warrior, feeling more like a mother then a leader as she watches the kits grow older.
History;; Nyxstar was born to the mother Cinderstep, and had one brother Mystictail. She never knew who her father was, and she wasn't even sure her mother was quite positive herself. Nyxstar looks nothing like her brother, nor her mother, and always felt like the reject of the family. When she became an apprentice with her brother, her mentor was one of the supposedly meanest warriors in the clan. Although not many of the cats liked him, Nyxstar thought he was the perfect mentor for her. He taught her everything he knew, and soon Nyxstar thought of him as more of a dad then anyone she had ever known before. He was so proud on the day of her warrior ceremony, prouder then her mother. Nyxstar was given the warrior name Nyxstorm, and in the same ceremony her former mentor became an elder. Nyxstar was given an apprentice soon after her ceremony, and passed on everything her mentor had taught her. When the leader of the clan retired to become an elder, and the deputy took over, Nyxstar was named deputy. Shortly after however, tragedy struck, as her mentor and pretty much adopted father passed away from old age. She mourned, but realized her clan was of the main importance. However, fate was still trying to get her down, as her mother passed away as well soon after. She didn't take her death as hard as her adopted fathers, but still took it pretty hard. She turned her full attention to the clan afterwards, and when her leader lost his last life to blackcough, she became the leader, and has worked hard to help her clan excel since.
RP Example;;
I tried, to kill the pain. But only brought more, so much more. I lay dying, and I am pouring, crimson regret and betrayal.
Hera lept up to a tree, glad she knew how to climb. She watched the tom as he tried to sneak away. Unfortunately, for him at least, Hera had been awake and alert, not her usual tired self. She watched him enter an abandoned twoleg nest, and rolled her eyes. 'That tom has no sense.' she leaped down, landing on her paws as a cat should, and hid in some overgrown grass. Her white pelt didn't blend in very well in the forest of green, but Nyroc wasn't looking her way. That was good at least, she knew if he would have been paying attention she would have been spotted instantly. Maybe even quicker. She watched the tom's path, her blue eyes scanning the surrounding area to make sure no Thunderclan cats were near.
She waited for the tom to do something when she saw a brown mouse, less the a tail length away from her front paw. It must be a stupid mouse, not quite worth the kill if there was no excitement, but then again she was starting to get hungry, and it wouldn't cause any noise to bat the mouse closer and the deliver the lethal bite. She reached her paw out slowly, waiting for the mouse to scamper away, but it staid where it was. It didn't even look at her, but he wasn't injured or dead. Nor was he sick, but still he lay there, as the white she-cat pawed it closer to her, this time to examine the poor creature.
The mouse was not injured as far as she could tell, and there was no stench of sickness in the small brown creature. It must just be dumb, or very depressed, waiting to die. She decided to stop worrying about it, and bit down, before devouring the tiny creature. She brought her eyes back up, only to see the tom had disappeared, but she could see his tail entering the twoleg nest. 'No sense at all...' she thought sourly, but followed him. He seemed to just stand there, lost in a memory. She looked around, from her poorly hidden hiding spot, and saw nothing special. It was just an abandoned twoleg nest. She sighed softly, but kept watching the large tom.
When he hadn't moved in awhile, Hera got impatient. She was never patient to begin with, but she didn't want to wait anymore. " Why hello Nyroc. What brings you to this dismal place?" she asked stepping out from the stone she had hidden behind. She waited for his response, calmly sitting down and licking a paw before swiping it delicately over her white face.
Other;; Um, I'm going to put Mystictail up for adoption...
