Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2013 18:42:06 GMT -5
NAME!Nightrun
AGE! 35 moons.
RANK! Warrior / Deputy [open for apprentices]
GENDER! Tom
CLAN! ShadowClan
SHORT DESC.Raven furred tom with gray flecks, dark blue eyes, and noticeable tabby marks.
FULL DESCRIPTION!
Nightrun is a short-furred dark pelted tabby that is hardly a tint lighter than
the marks that adorn his body. The small noticeable 'M' that patterns his forehead
shows his 'Classic' breed. His chest is the palest part of his body, a shades lighter
than the rest with it's dull grey tick. He's not overly built; but he's lean and muscled
enough to show he knows how to hold his own. He's a bit smaller than average, but it does
tend to improve his own swiftness. Nightrun's eyes are a bright ice blue.
His voice is gentle, not often raised, but it is stern when called for.
PERSONALITY!
Nightrun is a complex cat; surprisingly calm despite any hardships he's been forced through.
However, there have been and will be times he grows defensive, and when not left to calm,
he does have the tendency to lash out. He does his best to look steady, to look calm and at easy; there just
seems to be a lingering mistrust. He does his best to make sure he isn't bothered when he's in a dark mood, but he
can't just run away and hide all the time. He refuses to attack another clanmate, and has yet been pushed to that limit;
though some would say they wouldn't be surprised if he finally did. He doesn't want to take his troubles out to the others
and 'lashing out' is really just a quick bark of demands to be left alone with a threat. The easiest way for him to prevent
taking his troubles on the clan is for him to back off, and to keep his own worrying thoughts to himself.
The hardships, however harsh, are not what create ones personality though. For him, Nightrun decided that it is
stronger to grow and learn with your own weaknesses. He prevents himself from venting or attacking fellow clanmates,
but he doesn't get too close to many cats. The few friends he makes are also kept at some distance, not reviling more than
what one could learn by spending time with him. He wont speak much of his past, and apologizes when he knows he's gone a step too far.
When he knows there is something he can do to help, he is sure to pitch in. In a way, it's his actions that show he wants nothing more
than to be forgiven.
HISTORY!
AGE! 35 moons.
RANK! Warrior / Deputy [open for apprentices]
GENDER! Tom
CLAN! ShadowClan
SHORT DESC.Raven furred tom with gray flecks, dark blue eyes, and noticeable tabby marks.
FULL DESCRIPTION!
Nightrun is a short-furred dark pelted tabby that is hardly a tint lighter than
the marks that adorn his body. The small noticeable 'M' that patterns his forehead
shows his 'Classic' breed. His chest is the palest part of his body, a shades lighter
than the rest with it's dull grey tick. He's not overly built; but he's lean and muscled
enough to show he knows how to hold his own. He's a bit smaller than average, but it does
tend to improve his own swiftness. Nightrun's eyes are a bright ice blue.
His voice is gentle, not often raised, but it is stern when called for.
PERSONALITY!
Nightrun is a complex cat; surprisingly calm despite any hardships he's been forced through.
However, there have been and will be times he grows defensive, and when not left to calm,
he does have the tendency to lash out. He does his best to look steady, to look calm and at easy; there just
seems to be a lingering mistrust. He does his best to make sure he isn't bothered when he's in a dark mood, but he
can't just run away and hide all the time. He refuses to attack another clanmate, and has yet been pushed to that limit;
though some would say they wouldn't be surprised if he finally did. He doesn't want to take his troubles out to the others
and 'lashing out' is really just a quick bark of demands to be left alone with a threat. The easiest way for him to prevent
taking his troubles on the clan is for him to back off, and to keep his own worrying thoughts to himself.
The hardships, however harsh, are not what create ones personality though. For him, Nightrun decided that it is
stronger to grow and learn with your own weaknesses. He prevents himself from venting or attacking fellow clanmates,
but he doesn't get too close to many cats. The few friends he makes are also kept at some distance, not reviling more than
what one could learn by spending time with him. He wont speak much of his past, and apologizes when he knows he's gone a step too far.
When he knows there is something he can do to help, he is sure to pitch in. In a way, it's his actions that show he wants nothing more
than to be forgiven.
HISTORY!
As a kit, Nightrun had been left in the care of his father. His mother died birthing himself and his brother
Shadedowl. While his father favored Shadedowl when they were young and he visited the brothers in the Nursery
under a different queens care he would neglect Nightrun and blamed him for his mates death. While he used that as
an excuse to ignore his second son, he seemed to really move on easily and take on the Queen who was nursing them on
as a mate as well.
When he was apprenticed, Nightrun was mentored by his fathers closest friend. The tom wasn't the kindest to
Nightrun while training him; putting a lot of pressure of the young tabby and not always sheathing his claws in
training rounds. The tom was brutal, and if Nightrun ever tried to fight back or speak up, the older tom would twist
the apprentice's own words and actions against him, often leaving Nightrun as the guilty feeling one. There were often
times he considered running away, but a young Shadedowl would often tell him that he would prevail. Shadedowl noticed the
mistreatment of his brother and did his best to aid him. Shadedowl seemed to be the voice of reason, the sound of help and
the love and trust Nightrun needed. HE would help him train without going hard on him, but they were both apprentices
and he couldn't do much but promise they'd grow strong together.
The time came to be named warriors; Shadedowl served his vigil while Nightrun watched from the apprentice's den. His mentor
insisted that he needed more time to train. Not liking this, he tried to confide in his brother. Shadedowl was the one who went
to speak to the leader about this. Nightrun was given his assessment and managed to get his warrior name within the next days.
Nightrun continued to be under his father and his previous mentors mistreatment; ignored or shoved around. However, with his brother
at his side, he was sure that in time it would fade, or at least he would be given enough confidence to keep going.
He was alright living this way; a little happy with just enough trouble to keep him from being largely outgoing. Then tensions between
the clans rose. When a battle broke out on ShadowClan territory, Nightrun lost his brother when Shadedowl was protecting him. Again, another
death was blamed on him by his father. Nightrun lost his confidence qucikly, blaming himself just as much as his father did. He was pushed and shoved
around by the two older warriors who had so much influence over him. His personality became close to brittle and the tensions between the clans
were still there. There wasn't a lot of time to mourn for his lost brother or try and go against the older two warriors when the next fight came.
He noticed that his previous mentor was helping attack cats from ShadowClan. He didn't say anything at first until it was obvious there had to be a traitor
giving away when patrols were being sent out and they were still attacked. He gave up his previous mentors work in it. When his father tried to defend him, it was
slowly reviled that his father was helping as well. Apparently there wasn't much left in the clan to keep them happy in it without a power change.
The two didn't fight, outnumbered in the clan, and they ran.
For a long time things seemed to be working out fine. Nightrun was starting to make friends, open up slowly. He didn't want to speak much of anything
that had already passed. Moons passed and he was getting more at ease. No clan had any news about the two run-away ShadowClan toms. He was sure he'd heard the
last of them until he was out hunting with his apprentice. The toms had been ambushed by the two. They hadd fought hard, wounding his previous mentor badly and allowing his father
to flee. His previous mentor died that night, and his father had wound up blinded in one eye from the damages. His apprentice had grown a little skittish, and it took
some time before he calmed down and felt safe with just his mentor alone again in the territory. The two were always stayed cautious, but in time he even managed
to see his own apprentice into his warriorshood. [/blockquote]
<font face="georgia"><b>RP EXAMPLE!</b></font>
[blockquote]Nightrun stared down at his paws, remembering the exact spot beneath him was where Shadedowl's body rested.
Above him in the bright sky was where he would look down and watch over him. He couldn't help but feel a tug in his chest.
He feel like he had failed him; his brother. He managed to rid himself of a previous tormentor, but he couldn't very well
feel any safer. He'd closed himself off from his friends for now; he was nearly alone again despite their attempts to speak
with him and comfort him. He hadn't wanted to be alone, not really... but what right did he have to burden them with his troubles?
Things weren't going to be the same anymore; he thought before he would be fine, but somewhere out there was his own father - a cat
who didn't even want him alive anymore.
"Maybe... it would be best if I disappeared." He sighed, looking up to StarCan for advice, a sign that he was correct. There was nothing;
StarClan weren't even interested in helping him. Shadking his head, he turned when he heard the pawsteps of one of his friends. He had asked to be alone,
but he supposed he should have known that wouldn't have worked. He opened his mouth to ask why they'd return, but he couldn't help but smiled
when the other offered words of comfort. Prey was waiting for him in his nest. It would be warmer there than out here he supposed...
"... I'll be right in." He nodded, glancing towards the camp. "Thank you."[/blockquote]
