Post by ~*Nightfeather*~ on Jul 26, 2006 14:30:51 GMT -5
Name: Nightfeather
Age:10 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan:Lightclan
Rank:Warrior
Personality: Nightfeather is very VERY energetic. Even though most cats have a large amount of curiousity, her's is exceptionally high. She is outgoing and usually speaks her mind. She loves being sarcastic, but seeing as many feel insulted, she holds back her sarcasm when she can. There is one flaw to her outgoinging-ness. She will not speak about her past. If a conversation or question leads to her past she will refuse to talk. She has told no one her past and at moments she will go off on her own wallow in her thoughts and memories. When she needs to fight, she doesn't depend on strength, but on speed and agility.
Description: Nightfeather is a classic example of a Tabby. She is a beautiful silvery grey tabby with beautiful golden eyes that seem to glow in the daylight, which contrasts with her darker pelt that glows like the moon itself when night comes. Her whskers are the strangest part about her. they are black and white spotted! she is very well kempt and even when she is hunting manages to keep herself clean.
Picture: *Points to siggy*
History: Nightfeather was born in faraway lands. The clans there were known as bands and the cats had of course, different techniques and traditions then Light, stone, rock,and Spiderclan. The Warrior Code was basically the same and loyality was vital. At her old clan, they had to live in fear and rely on speed. Dangerously large dogs would walk through the area regularly with their uniformed humans. The bands didn't know it, but they were near a police dog training facility. Once or twice a dog would escape, and not only did the dog cause trouble, but they brought the humans that came to look constantly for them. And as if this wasn't enough worries, a new band came. They broke the code of always having four bands and this caused uneasiness in the four original bands. This band was full of nasty cruel cats. They had no intentions of leaving. A member from the evil band would venture into other clans and start fights on purpose. They felt a thrill and enjoyment in battles and fights. On the next gathering they voiced that they want to take over Auburnband's territory. Auburnband's leader knew they would most likely not win a battle, but didn't want to have their clan loose their territory without a fight. The evil clan, Blackclan, promised they would "settle this disagreement soon." Over night, a cat was missing. Franticially the cats went on a search. They found a spot of blood and followed scent to the boundry between Awburnband and Blackband. There, layed the body of the missing cat...dead. Oh, and did I mention thatAuburnband was Nightfeather's band? And that that dead cat was her best friend Rosewhisker?
It started to rain pretty hard that night and wouldn't stop. Everynight another cat dissappeared, and despite knowing it was going to happen, there was nothing they could do. Somehow, a cat would be taken even with the whole clan alert. Nightfeather was falling apart. Her father had been killed along with her best friend Rosewhisker. The only cats she had left was her mother and her sister. A clan meeting was held and it was discussed what we should do. My sister spoke up, and said that we NEED to give them our territory or leave. The other cats were stubborn and immediately said we wouldn't be pushed out of our own territory. That night, Nightfeather stood at her guarding place near the elders bush and couldn't help but mourn the loss of her father and best friend...along with the other band members that had been killed. The rain made puddles everywhere and her fur was soaked. No one had properly been dry since the day the first cat was killed. Ever since then, the rain kept coming down. It was like the tears of her clan. Suddenly she felt sharp teeth and realized too late that she must be the next cat. The next cat to die. Fighting hard she caught the scent of the cat, this scent stopped her in her tracks. Looking at the enemy cat's eyes, she saw the eyes of her sister. Her sister stopped fighting but her muscles were still bunched and ready. "YOU! It can't be...." gasped Nightfeather feeling as if her whole world was being ripped away from her. Her sister gave a her weary look and explained that Blackclan was making her kill the others or they would kill the whole clan at once. "There was nothing I could do...you wouldn't want the whole clan to die...They caught me at the end of the gathering and I thought our clan would just leave the during the night so no cat would be killed...but no one wanted to leave our territory without a fight. I don't really kill them...I lead them to the Blackband border and they kill them. They said if I don't come with a cat...then they'll kill the clan."
A russle in the bushes nearby made her sister leave in a flash. An Elder came out of the bush Nightfeather had been guarding and said he thought he heard a fight. Night looked to her paws and said he must have mistaken. Her sister was helping to kill their clan...this can't be right...it must be a dream...
Long story short, her sister had refused to help kill off the clan, so when the Blackband found out she didn't kill a cat during the night, they killed her . Night convinced her band to finally leave, the elders stayed behind, they couldn't make the journey so they joined the other bands. Nightfeather coudn't stand the memories of her family so she left. She traveled far and decided to start over in lightclan.
RP Example: a pair of bright golden eyes snapped open in the moonlit night. Nightfeather sat up, her fur plastered together with sweat. she came to her paws and slipped out of the warriors den, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. she laid down in the cool clearing, trying to clear her mind, which was racing with fear and confusion from the dream she had jsut awoken from. /Just a bad dream. a nightmare. that's it./ she reassured herself. She felt her neck fur going down. nightfeather stood and stretched, and padded out of the camp towards her secret hiding place. she strolled slowly, letting her mind wander, the moonlit forest having a calming effect on her. She came to a small bush and slipped through it, emerging in a small clearing. She loved this place, with it's small pool and miniature sunning rock, and the bushes all around the edges where prey hid.. She padded over to the rock and flopped down on it, sighing peacefully, She thought of how she came here alot, and then started to think of her horrible nightmare. She shivered and climbed farther onto the rock, letting the moons glow dry her sodden pelt. she stared down into the small pool, her gray tabby face aglow with the silvery moonlight. her mind wandered, thinking about her past, and remembering wonderful times. she soon fell to sleep where she was on the moonlit boulder.
What she is looking for: a 10-20 moons old lightclan tom
Age:10 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan:Lightclan
Rank:Warrior
Personality: Nightfeather is very VERY energetic. Even though most cats have a large amount of curiousity, her's is exceptionally high. She is outgoing and usually speaks her mind. She loves being sarcastic, but seeing as many feel insulted, she holds back her sarcasm when she can. There is one flaw to her outgoinging-ness. She will not speak about her past. If a conversation or question leads to her past she will refuse to talk. She has told no one her past and at moments she will go off on her own wallow in her thoughts and memories. When she needs to fight, she doesn't depend on strength, but on speed and agility.
Description: Nightfeather is a classic example of a Tabby. She is a beautiful silvery grey tabby with beautiful golden eyes that seem to glow in the daylight, which contrasts with her darker pelt that glows like the moon itself when night comes. Her whskers are the strangest part about her. they are black and white spotted! she is very well kempt and even when she is hunting manages to keep herself clean.
Picture: *Points to siggy*
History: Nightfeather was born in faraway lands. The clans there were known as bands and the cats had of course, different techniques and traditions then Light, stone, rock,and Spiderclan. The Warrior Code was basically the same and loyality was vital. At her old clan, they had to live in fear and rely on speed. Dangerously large dogs would walk through the area regularly with their uniformed humans. The bands didn't know it, but they were near a police dog training facility. Once or twice a dog would escape, and not only did the dog cause trouble, but they brought the humans that came to look constantly for them. And as if this wasn't enough worries, a new band came. They broke the code of always having four bands and this caused uneasiness in the four original bands. This band was full of nasty cruel cats. They had no intentions of leaving. A member from the evil band would venture into other clans and start fights on purpose. They felt a thrill and enjoyment in battles and fights. On the next gathering they voiced that they want to take over Auburnband's territory. Auburnband's leader knew they would most likely not win a battle, but didn't want to have their clan loose their territory without a fight. The evil clan, Blackclan, promised they would "settle this disagreement soon." Over night, a cat was missing. Franticially the cats went on a search. They found a spot of blood and followed scent to the boundry between Awburnband and Blackband. There, layed the body of the missing cat...dead. Oh, and did I mention thatAuburnband was Nightfeather's band? And that that dead cat was her best friend Rosewhisker?
It started to rain pretty hard that night and wouldn't stop. Everynight another cat dissappeared, and despite knowing it was going to happen, there was nothing they could do. Somehow, a cat would be taken even with the whole clan alert. Nightfeather was falling apart. Her father had been killed along with her best friend Rosewhisker. The only cats she had left was her mother and her sister. A clan meeting was held and it was discussed what we should do. My sister spoke up, and said that we NEED to give them our territory or leave. The other cats were stubborn and immediately said we wouldn't be pushed out of our own territory. That night, Nightfeather stood at her guarding place near the elders bush and couldn't help but mourn the loss of her father and best friend...along with the other band members that had been killed. The rain made puddles everywhere and her fur was soaked. No one had properly been dry since the day the first cat was killed. Ever since then, the rain kept coming down. It was like the tears of her clan. Suddenly she felt sharp teeth and realized too late that she must be the next cat. The next cat to die. Fighting hard she caught the scent of the cat, this scent stopped her in her tracks. Looking at the enemy cat's eyes, she saw the eyes of her sister. Her sister stopped fighting but her muscles were still bunched and ready. "YOU! It can't be...." gasped Nightfeather feeling as if her whole world was being ripped away from her. Her sister gave a her weary look and explained that Blackclan was making her kill the others or they would kill the whole clan at once. "There was nothing I could do...you wouldn't want the whole clan to die...They caught me at the end of the gathering and I thought our clan would just leave the during the night so no cat would be killed...but no one wanted to leave our territory without a fight. I don't really kill them...I lead them to the Blackband border and they kill them. They said if I don't come with a cat...then they'll kill the clan."
A russle in the bushes nearby made her sister leave in a flash. An Elder came out of the bush Nightfeather had been guarding and said he thought he heard a fight. Night looked to her paws and said he must have mistaken. Her sister was helping to kill their clan...this can't be right...it must be a dream...
Long story short, her sister had refused to help kill off the clan, so when the Blackband found out she didn't kill a cat during the night, they killed her . Night convinced her band to finally leave, the elders stayed behind, they couldn't make the journey so they joined the other bands. Nightfeather coudn't stand the memories of her family so she left. She traveled far and decided to start over in lightclan.
RP Example: a pair of bright golden eyes snapped open in the moonlit night. Nightfeather sat up, her fur plastered together with sweat. she came to her paws and slipped out of the warriors den, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. she laid down in the cool clearing, trying to clear her mind, which was racing with fear and confusion from the dream she had jsut awoken from. /Just a bad dream. a nightmare. that's it./ she reassured herself. She felt her neck fur going down. nightfeather stood and stretched, and padded out of the camp towards her secret hiding place. she strolled slowly, letting her mind wander, the moonlit forest having a calming effect on her. She came to a small bush and slipped through it, emerging in a small clearing. She loved this place, with it's small pool and miniature sunning rock, and the bushes all around the edges where prey hid.. She padded over to the rock and flopped down on it, sighing peacefully, She thought of how she came here alot, and then started to think of her horrible nightmare. She shivered and climbed farther onto the rock, letting the moons glow dry her sodden pelt. she stared down into the small pool, her gray tabby face aglow with the silvery moonlight. her mind wandered, thinking about her past, and remembering wonderful times. she soon fell to sleep where she was on the moonlit boulder.
What she is looking for: a 10-20 moons old lightclan tom
