Post by ~Nighthunter~ on Mar 11, 2013 11:29:13 GMT -5
NAME! Nighthunter
AGE! 42 moons
RANK! warrior
GENDER! female
CLAN! Thunderclan
SHORT DESC.! A black long haired she cat with beautiful amber eyes.
FULL DESCRIPTION!
PERSONALITY!
HISTORY!
RP EXAMPLE!
AGE! 42 moons
RANK! warrior
GENDER! female
CLAN! Thunderclan
SHORT DESC.! A black long haired she cat with beautiful amber eyes.
FULL DESCRIPTION!
Her fur is colored to match her name, its black as night with a blue shimmer to it in the moonlight. Her build is stocky and steady, though her long pelt covers up her strong muscles. Some lingering fat clings to her form from 34 moons ago when he had her kits. Her fur glides in the air when she runs, and its length its only really noticeable under her belly and on her tail. The rest of her looks fluffy, but not as long. Her eyes are a smoldering amber color, and have a bronze like sheen to them.
PERSONALITY!
From a young age she has been very mature about things, not one for purposely clowning around. She does have a natural mothering tendency and can pass that one in conversations without realizing it sometimes. Having had to take care of eight kits while only slightly older then an apprentice, she had to grow up fast. Normally her manner is very friendly, however lately she has been down, and upset. She tries to keep a calm exterior whenever possible even in her current state, but on the inside she misses her lost loved ones.
She is very proud of her warrior skills due to her interruption in her training when she was an apprentice to raise her family. She is very headstrong, and does not like admitting that she can't do something if she is harbored at all. Also she is very shy in awkward situations. Generally she does not have much of a temper and is very patient with others. Due to her lost family, she is extremely protective of those she is close to.
HISTORY!
As a kit she was born on a stormy night alone as the single kitten in the litter. Her mother was an all black tom named Darkfur, and her mother was a Persian also all black named Shadedstep. Being the only kit, she had to learn to amuse herself. She had high ambitions for success and wanted to grow to be leader someday. She was a smart kit, and spent a lot of time taking to the elders to pass the time until her parents returned from duties. Her mother, not really being the nurturing type went back to her duties almost as soon as Nightkit could eat mice. Nightkit had to grow up fast since she didn't want to have to depend on the other queens. Her father was supportive of her, but he was also distant, wanting to remain with his mate and not anger her. Shadedstep was angered that she had produced only a single kit, and was resentful that it was a daughter, she had wanted a son.
She survived and none the worse for wear either, and was made an apprentice by Elkstar at 6 moons. Her mentor was Blackleaf a kind hearted wise warrior that stuck to the shadows rather then be fully involved in the clan. He did teach her well though. Her determination to prove herself to her mother made her a quick study, she knew he father loved her, but he would never admit it without his mate's approval. She never got the chance, as they were both killed when greencough came to the camp. She was only seven moons, one moon into her training. Elkstar did not replace her mentor, but instead had several warriors supervise her training. Thunderclan was smaller at the time, so she was mentored by Ashpatch, Stoneflower, and Riptalon the deputy of Thunderclan. Her skill in hunting soon became apparent under there tutelage, and she started to train harder. At the time she had never thought of anything else.
Ashpatch was a warrior older than her, and stronger, but she liked him for his heart. He was quite taken with her, and it happened almost accidentally. They were in Honeyleaf's den, and literally bumped face first into eachother. It was like lightening, they felt feelings for one another. Neither knew how to react to it at first, and both were unprepared. Nightpaw was concerned with her training, and wanted to become a warrior, but Ashpatch was persistant in trying to get to know her. As much as she knew she shouldn't Nightpaw let him, and soon grew to love him. At only 8 moons, she grew round with his kits, and put off her training to raise them proud to have such a caring mate, and determined to raise her kits strongly and steadfast unlike her parents. Stoneflower was another queen at the time and Ashpatch's only litter mate. She was dying while kitting and entrusted her litter to Nightpaw. Poor Nightpaw with her own litter on the way, had four tiny kits to raise. She felt responsible for them, and swore to raise them as her own.
Her kits were born, and she survived the kitting, which she was terrified about since Stoneflower had passed from the event just a moon before. Four kits were born that night, though only one survived the rest were too small and passed on. She was broken from there loss, but cared deeply for her remaining son Burningkit, and his foster litter mates. Burningkit was a perfect mesh of his parents, he had the coloring and stripe of Ashpatch, and the long fur and appearance of Nightpaw. Sadly Stoneflower's kits died from a bad leafbare, and not enough food to sustain them. Sunningrocks was not in Thunderclan possession and it was hard to feed the clan. The loss of his sister and his own kits and hers made Ashpatch feel he had failed them. His mind grew weak and he was not himself. Burningpaw was given murkytoe as a mentor, though he was a distant and irritated tom, he didn't understand why his father couldn't see the pain his mother was in over the losses and his abandonment towards her. One day when he met his father in the forest, Ashpatch leaned on him, and Burningpaw not thinking, shrugged him off, and Ashpatch fell hitting his head badly, and did not wake up. Burningpaw took the name Burningpatch to honor his father, and to remember what he had accidentally done.
Nightpaw took her warrior assessment feeling strong enough to for the first time in moons since she had lost so much. She knew her mate watched her, and would want her to achieve her dreams, to move on. It was a stormy night, and gloomy, really a terrible night to go out. Riptalon watched her progress, and even got stuck between a rock and an adder. She helped him and caught the adder earning her name of Nighthunter for her skills in hunting. She has not taken a mate since then, but has grown stronger. Her one remaining son Burningpatch, died of an infected wound because he refused treatment since another needed the herbs more and was younger then him. She longs to accept another as a mate again, and start over hopefully with a better future and one not to brutal for her kits.
RP EXAMPLE!
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