Post by sunnx on Jul 7, 2010 14:40:22 GMT -5
Name: Nights’wing
Age: 34 moons
Clan: Stormclan
Rank: Medicine cat
Gender: Tom
Appearence:
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As though there could not be a more handsome tom cat. He has a well shaped round head, which matches perfectly with his almond shaped eyes. On his abdomen is a flab of skin that allows him to stretch his long back legs father back. His strong back legs are great for sprinting and springing into the air; this makes him a wonderful hunter for birds, rabbits, squirrels, even adders. With his long tail he can run fast without worry of falling over; using it similarly to the way a cheetah uses its tail, like a rutter. But the poor tom is somewhat small; the average sized female is roughly the same size as he is. But even for a small cat his body is quite long, his spine seems to be very agile and can bend and twist in odd fashions when he wishes to. His claws are pure white and curve well enough to give him a good grip and swipe while fighting.
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Nights’wing has medium length fur in general. But the hair on his chest, belly, and down his back are long haired. It’s black like the shade below a tree on a moonless night. The fur around his eyes seems to be darker than the rest of him, this is likely because of his tabby blood, it helps him stare at the sun with little problem. He seems to disappear in the darkness of night; this is his most useful ability. His fur is slick like polished stones and softer than a bed of green moss. His nose and paws stand out from his fur with their sunset pink color.
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One of Nights’wing’s most mentioned traits are his large blue eyes. Never in a tom will you see such feminine eyes, defined by both their slanted almond shape and sea spackling color. The blue shade is darkest where his black pupils’ roll, the farther you look from his pupils the lighter it gets—a dark sapphire color being the darkest and a aqua blue being the lightest. The light color brings out the black around his eyes.
Personality:
Nights’wing has a very quiet personality. He doesn’t say many words, or at least no more than required. Don’t think wrong of him, he’s brave like any tom should be; but unlike the louder rowdy clan cats he’s not a fan of yowling about his achievements. His eyes often seem far off, as though he is always asking Starclan for answers and help. Because of this cat’s think he may be a mean ruder fellow, he just simply forgets that he needs to pay attention. But he is not shy and is rather blunt about things.
He can be the most loyal and trustworthy cat alive, as long as he considers you to be worth his time. His loyalty knows no bounds, he will protect a cat to the death, and he could swim an ocean; as long as it’s for you. Along with his loyalty came a wonderful honesty, he speaks with an open heart when he speaks to those he trust. Like a kit Nights’wing is filled to the brim with hope, he feels that as long as you are alive you can survive. But once he feels something is hopeless it is most likely so. He does not care what a cat’s opinion of him is; he’ll simply ignore any cat he does not care to know. But, being a medicine cat, if a cat is wounded, weak, or sick they can be sure of Nights’wing’s support; hatred is useless and should be put away when a cat is in danger.
Nights’wing hates ignorant cats, who say they are right when they babble nothing but lies. Thus he feels the need to be a teacher towards any cat he possibly could, this has also allowed him to become a strong learner and motherly. Cats call him motherly for the way he treats all cats, especially kits and apprentices. The younger kits often say they wish he was their mother. Being a medicine cat he has a unique pacifist side, he has stood bravely staring at the eyes of an opponent without attacking. He will not fight; whether because he fears fights or hates blood, cats will wonder. But this pacifist side is only used when he needs to fight for himself, when another cat is in danger he will not hesitate to attack the enemy.
He enjoys the company of other cats, being alone is also one of his fears. He wants the respect he deserves and in return he will respect you as well. Give and get. Nights’wing’s favorite things are berries, swimming, dreaming, and napping. He tends to over think his decisions; this also depresses him to no end as he paces in circles simply to decide what shall be done.
Fears;
- Being alone
- Seeing a dead cat
- Killing a cat
- Large pools of blood
- Battles and wars
Likes;
- Berries
- Swimming
- The smell of herbs
- Kits
- Other cats
Personal Quote: “Sush now and let me do what I can."
History
Nights’wing was born to a loner father and mother. He had three older sisters; one a tabby, and the other two black and white spotted. Being the runt of the litter to a mother that was not producing a large amount of milk made him strong enough to fight for what he needed, but when he was pushed out of the way by one of his sisters his father—Redyowl—would place him near his paws. There he would sit as Redyowl told the young kit about the wonders of Starclan as he licked himself clean. Even at his young age, though he did not receive these dreams from Starclan, he dreamt about his ancestors in Starclan; hearing their happy calls and stories of their life.
His mother began weaning them at the young age of four moons; Nightkit did not distress rather he went outside with his father; strengthening his small body with all the walking he did. As his father taught him hunting the small runt Nightkit would look away; wondering about the herbs, berries, and plants around him. His mother did not encourage his weak behavior “A kit should be eating meat! Not berries!” But Redyowl told him the stories of the clans; Nightkit dreamt he would one day be a great medicine cat saving the lives of everyone he could. When his sisters grew sickly with stomach aches he began trying to look for an herb that would help them, he wandered for nights looking for an herb his father had told him about; sadly this herb grew only during the winter. Just as Nightkit was about to abandon all hope the medicine cat of Stormclan—Greyspecks—came out of the bushes. He gave Nightkit the herb ‘angelica’ and asked him to return when his sisters were better.
When Nightkit became Night at six moons, his two spotted sisters had died but his Tabby of a sister, Mellow, had survived. He said goodbye to his family and left to go find Greyspecks, he was taken in by Stromclan as a medicine cat apprentice with open paws. There he learned the ways of clan life and the wonders of herbs, when the old Greyspecks passed in his sleep one night he became the Medicine cat. At first he was hesitant about being Medicine cat; after all he was only 18 moons old, the leader even held off the ceremony for him. But finally Starclan sent him a wondrous dream, his great ancestors and sisters sat around him telling him about the greatness that comes with the responsibilities of being a medicine cat. When he awoke that morning the leader renamed him from Nightpaw to Nights’wing, he wanted Night to understand he was not just any cat helping the clan he was THE cat holding them in the sky; the new name brought him closer to the clan than any ceremony could.
Nights’wing continues to surprise his clan by trying his hardest at anything he can. He saved the many sicker kits. At 22 moons he found a no named kit, she was only 3 moons old and her mother had died. She was rejected by most of the mothers and so be began to raise her on his own. He brought her to the queens simply to feed, but once she was weaned she stuck close to her “father”. She grew up learning from Nights’wing; she tries to copy most of everything he did. She began training to become a warrior at six moons like most young kits do at some point. She was never a strong fighter and often hurt herself while in training. Willowbranch is now a 13 moon old warrior whom often follows her adopted father, Nights’wing, for guidance or simply for playful enjoyment.
Mother: Shadowtail
Father: Redyowl
Siblings: Mellow (surviving sister)
Patchkit (deceased)
Speckedkit (deceased)
Mentor: Greyspecks
Other: Adopted daughter Willowbranch
Role Play Example;
It had been a long time since Nights’wing had been outside of the stormclan’s camp. With all the dangers of leaving the camp, the small tom cat was weak against the larger attackers and without a medicine cat apprentice it was better to keep alive. He stood from his moss bed and looked over his shoulder at the dark grey stripped tabby. Stretching his spine and his legs, he walked off and away from the medicine cats den. He padded away from the dens and he starred at the gateway to leave the camp. A white and orange tabby sat itself next to him, “You can leave if you want” he purred in a hushed voice; “I know you Nights’wing, you’ll be back once you’ve had your fill.” Sunstar’s tail flicked. The smaller dark tom began padding away slowly, looking back every so often to see Sunstar’s forest green eyes. He wondered why his leader put so much faith in him. Once he felt he was far enough he looked back one last time. Stormclan’s leader had finally stood up and began walking to the leaders den.
Nights’wing bowed his head courteously, turning his tail to the clan he ran off. He would be back, he always came back to the clan; he had become too much a part of it to leave. By moon high he found himself in the forest, where the biggest and most majestic river flowed. The black cat padded along the river’s bay, he did not wish to hunt or swim. He starred at the pale moons beautiful reflection in the water. He wished that he could just become part of the moon, but he shook his head the moon cats would be there to attack him. He purred to himself “the fish are silent. The warriors must be hunting out of the water.” Though it was newleaf the waters were still cold, the Riverclan cats seemed to avoid it although it was filled with fish. He looked over at a mossy rock in the middle of the river. Its glossy shine proved it to be old and worn by the rushing river’s water.
He looked back behind him, padding backwards he focused his blue eyes onto the rock. He paused, what if he fell into the dark waters? He sat for a moment and starred at the rock; pausing to listen to the forest as it spoke to him. Determined he nodded his head and stood again. He let his pearly white claws feel the earth as he bounded off the ground with as much force as he could. His long legs stretched as he ran. He jumped at the river’s edge and caught himself on the moss. His tail flicked out of the water and he sat on the soft moss. He licked the bottom of his pads, he gazed at his trembling claws and then at the magnificent moon. It was reflected perfectly next to the rock, the stars ‘round him shone with a twinkling gleam. Nights’wing wondered if Starclan was trying to tell him something, leaning over the rock to look at the stars and moon but when he did his head cut off part of the moon making it seem like the moon had a cat head shape. Yet it still remained there above and below him with all its’ splendor. The light was bright above him and below him, even with the darkness of his pelt he could see himself in the water, rather than simply fading away, like a shadow.
He bathed in the moons rays, a warm wind blew his way; he looked over to where the wind came. “A cross between the clans, the skies rays, the winds in the air, the rivers water, the thunders strong hold like this rock, the darkness of the sky like the misty shadows, and the cold fear of the water once filled with blood; and we remain part of it all, held and watched by them all.” He almost laughed. “Starclan has blessed me here between the clans.”
He starred at the fish below his face and the water that night, dozing off for a moment or two. Dreams and life flashing back and forth before he could no longer tell which was which; he purred at the dead cat from Starclan that had chosen to grace him. Pressing her head against his for a greeting, she mewed her ‘hello’ silently. She licked his fur, that small she cat sister of his. She was not here to convey a message; she had not tried to contact him. She had come to keep him company, he moved over on the rock and allowed her to sit next to him; enjoying the company he could finally fall asleep without worry. She purred for him and he purred back in response.
But as all good things come to an end, the kind she cat began disappearing as the sun came to greet them. He looked at her misty blue eyes, she smiled and purred “The blue haze and the soft green, they do not agree when the brighter ones interrupt.”
“Brighter ones?” he thought after she had gone, “Sunstar…” he smiled and began walking home with his two fish as thanks. When he returned home just as he thought, Sunstar had been sitting outside the leaders den waiting for him. He didn’t tell the leader where he had been; rather he sat down next to the tom and gave him a fish to eat. Purring like his sister had he rubbed his head against his leader happily. “Will you tell me where you went?” asked the younger but larger tom, curious for the most obvious of reasons.
“That doesn’t matter, I came home” purred Nights’wing.
