Post by Leafstar on Apr 17, 2008 23:49:57 GMT -5
Name: Nightwhisker
Age: 27 moons
Sex: She-cat
Pelt color: Solid Black
Description: Lean, quick, smart she-cat. Solid black pelt with yellow eyes. Uses brains over strength to defeat her enemies. Surprisingly
strong for a cat of her size.
Personality: Most of the time, very calm, quiet and gentle. Though when in battle, surprisingly fierce. Always puts her clan before any thing else and is extremely loyal. Is sometimes visited by her dead parents in dreams, and takes pleasure in talking with them. Tries to talk out issues instead of fighting. Trustworthy and is popular among all clans. A natural leader but also a fine medicine cat.
Desired Clan: Mistclan (Second choice: Sunclan)
Desired Position: Leader (Second choice: Medicine cat)
Picture of cat: (The picture wouldn't show up, so i gave you the website instead.) www.megacalendars.com/images/BLACK%20CATS%20-%20FRONT.jpg
RP Example: (Death of Nightwhisker's father)
Nightwhisker sat alone in the clearing, silently guarding the camp from any enemies. Pride twitched through her whiskers. She was finally a warrior. But behind all that pride lay a deep sadness and regret.
"Mother should have been here," she thought to herself.
"Mother should have been here to see me become a warrior."
Nightwhisker's mother, Frostwing, had died of greencough last leaf-bare. Nightwhisker had laid next to her the whole journey to Starclan.
Now Nightwhisker had to work twice as hard to avenge her mother's death. All that hard work had finally paid off. Now she would be able to fight tooth and claw for her clan. Now she would be able to risk her life for the safety of others. Now she was a warrior.
The rattling of dry bracken jerked her out of her thoughts. A cold feeling seeped through her pelt, as if she was being watched. She knew someone was there.
"Who are you? " she yowled, forgetting this was a vigil, and she was to remain silent.
Suddenly, claws flashed out, and caught her by the scruff. Powerful front paws pinned her down and as she breathed in her attacker's scent she recognized Redwing, a young Moonclan warrior she had fought many battles against.
"Moonclan may have lost last time, but this time it will be Mistclan who runs away with their tails between their legs!" he growled.
"Mistclan will stand and fight!" Nightwhisker exclaimed.
"Very well then. Moonclan, ATTACK!"
Cats poured from the bushes surrounding the camp and snuck into the dens of sleeping cats, pulling out an oponent. While Nightwhisker was distracted, Redwing jumped on top of her and gave several bad scratches to her flank. Quick as lightning, Nightwhisker whipped around and scored down Redwing's shoulder. Then, using powerful hind legs, Nightwhisker pushed up on Redwing's belly, sending him flying across the clearing. Redwing lay still, stunned.
With Redwing taken care of, Nightwhisker frantically searched for another clanmate in need of help. Fur flew and blood spilled. The once quiet camp was now alive with the sound of fighting cats. Through the midst of it all, Nightwhisker could make out two figures lying at the edge of the clearing. One, the lifeless form of her leader, Hawkstar, the other the dead body of her deputy, Riverclaw.
"May Starclan light their paths," she prayed silently.
Without warning, a heavy weight landed on her back, and Nightwhisker was pressed into the ground.
Redwing was back!
Nightwhisker tried and tried to wriggle free from Redwing's firm grasp, but she could not escape! Redwing dug his needle sharp teeth into Nightwhisker's fur, and she tensed herself, ready to join Starclan. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Nightwhisker spotted a flash of gray and white fur speeding past, and Redwing was lifted from her shoulders.
Her father, Pebblefoot, had fled from the safety of the elder's den and was now fighting Redwing!
After she had recollected herself, Nightwhisker spun around, ready to defend her father. But to her surprise, Redwing was backing away into the bushes. However, he didn't look crushed or defeated. In fact, he looked rather happy and, satisfied.
"Moonclan, retreat!" he called.
"Our work is done here."
As the Moonclan cats began to back away, Nightwhisker rushed over to her father's side.
"He'll be all right, he only just became an elder. He was still strong." she reassured herself.
All her thoughts changed when she saw the deep gash on her father's neck.
"Oh father there must be something I can do for you! Let me fetch the medicine cat," she meowed.
"No child, there is nothing you can do." he rasped.
"I am on my way to join Starclan."
Blood poured from his neck and his breathing slowed.
"Hush father, save your breath." Nightwhisker murmured.
Though she knew it was no use. Her beloved father was dying and there was nothing she could do.
"You face a destiny like no other cat," Pebblefoot whispered.
"I expect you to make me proud child. Make me proud."
And with that, his body gave one final shudder, and he lay still, dead.
"NOOOOOOOOO! FATHER!" Nightwhisker yowled into the sky. Her heart twisted with grief and anger.
"He died saving my life. It's all my fault!" she wailed.
Then Nightwhisker remembered Pebblefoot's last words.
"Make me proud child, make me proud."
"I will father." she vowed.
"I will."
But how? As Nightwhisker stared at the remnants of her clan she realized that they would need a strong leader to bring these cats back together.
And that was it .
One day, Nightwhisker would become leader of Mistclan.
Cat History: Nightwhisker's mother(Frostwing) and her father (Pebblefoot) were both originally rogues. One day, they met eachother and immediately fell in love. When they learned Frostwing was expecting kits, the couple was ecstatic! But the kits came in the middle of leaf-bare and Nightkit's sister Lemonkit, died at birth.Knowing that Frostwing and Nightkit would die in the cold, Pebblefoot sought shelter in Mistclan. They were welcomed there and raised Nightkit to be a healthy apprentice. Frostwing, however, died of greencough the next leaf-bare. It effected all of Mistclan and Nightpaw took time to recover from the shock. Pebblefoot died right after Nightwhisker's warrior ceremony, protecting his daughter in a fight against Moonclan. It was then that Nightwhisker vowed to become leader of Mistclan.
Age: 27 moons
Sex: She-cat
Pelt color: Solid Black
Description: Lean, quick, smart she-cat. Solid black pelt with yellow eyes. Uses brains over strength to defeat her enemies. Surprisingly
strong for a cat of her size.
Personality: Most of the time, very calm, quiet and gentle. Though when in battle, surprisingly fierce. Always puts her clan before any thing else and is extremely loyal. Is sometimes visited by her dead parents in dreams, and takes pleasure in talking with them. Tries to talk out issues instead of fighting. Trustworthy and is popular among all clans. A natural leader but also a fine medicine cat.
Desired Clan: Mistclan (Second choice: Sunclan)
Desired Position: Leader (Second choice: Medicine cat)
Picture of cat: (The picture wouldn't show up, so i gave you the website instead.) www.megacalendars.com/images/BLACK%20CATS%20-%20FRONT.jpg
RP Example: (Death of Nightwhisker's father)
Nightwhisker sat alone in the clearing, silently guarding the camp from any enemies. Pride twitched through her whiskers. She was finally a warrior. But behind all that pride lay a deep sadness and regret.
"Mother should have been here," she thought to herself.
"Mother should have been here to see me become a warrior."
Nightwhisker's mother, Frostwing, had died of greencough last leaf-bare. Nightwhisker had laid next to her the whole journey to Starclan.
Now Nightwhisker had to work twice as hard to avenge her mother's death. All that hard work had finally paid off. Now she would be able to fight tooth and claw for her clan. Now she would be able to risk her life for the safety of others. Now she was a warrior.
The rattling of dry bracken jerked her out of her thoughts. A cold feeling seeped through her pelt, as if she was being watched. She knew someone was there.
"Who are you? " she yowled, forgetting this was a vigil, and she was to remain silent.
Suddenly, claws flashed out, and caught her by the scruff. Powerful front paws pinned her down and as she breathed in her attacker's scent she recognized Redwing, a young Moonclan warrior she had fought many battles against.
"Moonclan may have lost last time, but this time it will be Mistclan who runs away with their tails between their legs!" he growled.
"Mistclan will stand and fight!" Nightwhisker exclaimed.
"Very well then. Moonclan, ATTACK!"
Cats poured from the bushes surrounding the camp and snuck into the dens of sleeping cats, pulling out an oponent. While Nightwhisker was distracted, Redwing jumped on top of her and gave several bad scratches to her flank. Quick as lightning, Nightwhisker whipped around and scored down Redwing's shoulder. Then, using powerful hind legs, Nightwhisker pushed up on Redwing's belly, sending him flying across the clearing. Redwing lay still, stunned.
With Redwing taken care of, Nightwhisker frantically searched for another clanmate in need of help. Fur flew and blood spilled. The once quiet camp was now alive with the sound of fighting cats. Through the midst of it all, Nightwhisker could make out two figures lying at the edge of the clearing. One, the lifeless form of her leader, Hawkstar, the other the dead body of her deputy, Riverclaw.
"May Starclan light their paths," she prayed silently.
Without warning, a heavy weight landed on her back, and Nightwhisker was pressed into the ground.
Redwing was back!
Nightwhisker tried and tried to wriggle free from Redwing's firm grasp, but she could not escape! Redwing dug his needle sharp teeth into Nightwhisker's fur, and she tensed herself, ready to join Starclan. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Nightwhisker spotted a flash of gray and white fur speeding past, and Redwing was lifted from her shoulders.
Her father, Pebblefoot, had fled from the safety of the elder's den and was now fighting Redwing!
After she had recollected herself, Nightwhisker spun around, ready to defend her father. But to her surprise, Redwing was backing away into the bushes. However, he didn't look crushed or defeated. In fact, he looked rather happy and, satisfied.
"Moonclan, retreat!" he called.
"Our work is done here."
As the Moonclan cats began to back away, Nightwhisker rushed over to her father's side.
"He'll be all right, he only just became an elder. He was still strong." she reassured herself.
All her thoughts changed when she saw the deep gash on her father's neck.
"Oh father there must be something I can do for you! Let me fetch the medicine cat," she meowed.
"No child, there is nothing you can do." he rasped.
"I am on my way to join Starclan."
Blood poured from his neck and his breathing slowed.
"Hush father, save your breath." Nightwhisker murmured.
Though she knew it was no use. Her beloved father was dying and there was nothing she could do.
"You face a destiny like no other cat," Pebblefoot whispered.
"I expect you to make me proud child. Make me proud."
And with that, his body gave one final shudder, and he lay still, dead.
"NOOOOOOOOO! FATHER!" Nightwhisker yowled into the sky. Her heart twisted with grief and anger.
"He died saving my life. It's all my fault!" she wailed.
Then Nightwhisker remembered Pebblefoot's last words.
"Make me proud child, make me proud."
"I will father." she vowed.
"I will."
But how? As Nightwhisker stared at the remnants of her clan she realized that they would need a strong leader to bring these cats back together.
And that was it .
One day, Nightwhisker would become leader of Mistclan.
Cat History: Nightwhisker's mother(Frostwing) and her father (Pebblefoot) were both originally rogues. One day, they met eachother and immediately fell in love. When they learned Frostwing was expecting kits, the couple was ecstatic! But the kits came in the middle of leaf-bare and Nightkit's sister Lemonkit, died at birth.Knowing that Frostwing and Nightkit would die in the cold, Pebblefoot sought shelter in Mistclan. They were welcomed there and raised Nightkit to be a healthy apprentice. Frostwing, however, died of greencough the next leaf-bare. It effected all of Mistclan and Nightpaw took time to recover from the shock. Pebblefoot died right after Nightwhisker's warrior ceremony, protecting his daughter in a fight against Moonclan. It was then that Nightwhisker vowed to become leader of Mistclan.
