Post by nightmoon on Jun 11, 2008 18:32:06 GMT -5
Name: Nightmoon
Gender: Tom
Age: 22 Moons
Clan: CloudClan
Rank: Warrior
Relationships/Kin: -None-
Other: -None-
Codewords: poison tears crash down
Looks:
Nightmoon is a reddish brown tom cat with a black tipped tail. Gold eyes almost complete his deathly look, but it isn’t just his look that gave him that fearsomeness. He was born a dirty color and very thin. Originally, everyone had thought he was a solid black cat with gold eyes, an ill omen. Lucky for him, he matured quicker and his dark brown and red color shined through.
Nightmoon is naturally skinny. It comes with the Abyssinian breed of cats. He is lithe, and has abnormally large paws that he uses to help CloudClan patch the camp cracks. The tom’s claws are curved and dangerous, ready to spill blood as willingly as his own personality. Dangling from his cheeks, he has long white whiskers, able to sense some of the tiniest movements.
In battle, he uses speed more then his strength. He catches cats off guard and deals a quick blow with his large paws. Even then, he isn’t the best fighter. Young as he is, he hopes to put on more weight and become a lot bigger so that he can prove to his Clan he is not just a small runt.
Actions:
His personality matches his deathly look. Nightmoon prefers a silent approach, not speaking to anyone unless spoken to or in a situation that requires him to speak out of turn. Some cats see him as more of a thinker then a regular doer. Nightmoon does prefer to think things out logically, taking the better routes and making sure he gave everything he could.
Sometimes cats might look at him as ambitious, but he is nothing of the sort. He is just loyal in his own way. Never would he consider breaking the warrior code unless it meant giving everything to his Clan. He would do it just to make sure the Clan benefited. There would be no other way he would break the code then. Yet, he isn’t sure if he would do it for love.
Past:
Moonsong and Nightfrost had grown up together just as their parents had always planned. As kits they were inseparable, and as apprentices, they shared their mentors’ secrets. When they became warriors, Nightfrost never let anything happen to his friend, and his future mate. Moonsong loved the lavish attention from him as more then a friend, and when he finally got around to asking her to be his mate, nothing stopped her from saying yes. About a moon later, she was pregnant and forced to the queen’s den. Of course, they were still as inseparable as always, and sometimes the other queen’s simply told him to go away.
Nightkit was born to a mated pair in CloudClan 22 moons ago. He lay beside his sister, Moonkit, and his brother, Frostkit, that fateful night, suckling gently on his mother’s belly. Nightfrost, his father, was a strong warrior that seemed to have a soft spot for his young kits. His mate, Moonsong, was a beautiful white she-cat that had only the love for him, her clan, and now her kits. During the night, Frostkit passed away from being the runt of the litter. After his death, that made Nightkit the only tom and the new runt of the litter.
Weeks later, Moonkit and Nightkit could be found wrestling with each other or playing with a mossball that they kept care to keep hidden from the other kits. Moonkit was larger then her brother, but the black kit seemed quite fast. He had brilliant gold eyes, and he always knew where his frisky white sister would be. Some thought that he would just be ill to their clan, but Nightfrost knew better. He knew Nightkit would not have a black coat. Afterall, it happened to him.
At six moons, both the kits were apprenticed. Moonsong was allowed to return to her warriors status, and she was allowed to care for Moonpaw as a mentor. Nightpaw’s mentor was an elderly warrior by the name of Owlnose. That warrior had always scared him as a kit, because of the great scar he had across his nose from a fight with the giant bird of the night. Owlnose taught him everything, and one night, while out on a patrol with his sister, his mentor, and his mother, he put those things to the test.
At first, they didn’t hear anything. Then suddenly, there were rogue yowls all around them. Their patrol was jumped and engaged by a small band of four fearsome rogues out on a hunt. Moonpaw never stood a chance. She died quickly when a larger tom leapt on top of her. Moonsong, anger filling her, took that tom down just as quickly, only to feel a heavy weight on top of her as an opposing she-cat came into the battle.
Meanwhile, Owlnose was helping Nightpaw fend off the other two toms. This hissed and spat angrily, driving the rogues back before having to leap away from the advancing attacks. Nightpaw attained some scratches on his lower belly and neck from where the enemy had come close to killing him. Owlnose would never let that happen. The elderly warrior leapt at one of the tom’s just as he was about to kill Nightpaw, ramming him over the edge of Vapour Falls. Nightpaw yowled for his mentor, but he was already out of sight. He turned around, looking for his mother and his sister. Moonsong stood in the clearing, facing off the last tom. That mouse-brained fool turned tail and ran the moment the he was alone. Moonsong and Nightpaw were the only survivors.
The two of them looked for Owlnose for a moment, but they could not find him. His mentor was gone the day before his ceremony. Nightpaw was broken, but he helped his mother carry his dead sister hom.
When they arrived back in camp all torn up, Nightfrost came running over. Moonsong had been badly injured, and collapsed at his paws, bidding him goodbye. Before the whole entire Clan was woken up, she was gone to join StarClan. Nightfrost and Nightpaw were silent and broken. The strong, elderly cat that had been his father was gone. That night, he gave up his place as a warrior and joined the elders in their den. He could not handle more death. The leader granted him this, and then turned to his son.
’For your bravery tonight, Nightpaw, and those that we have lost, it is time to give you your warrior name. From this night forward you will no longer be known as Nightpaw, but as Nightmoon. You have served your clan well these past moons, and I expect you to continue serving us well. Owlnose, Moonsong, and Moonpaw would be proud.’
Nightmoon didn’t even look up as his leader said this to him. His ears were laid back in agony from his injuries. Even as his clan called his new name, he did not feel any joy. His father was retired now, and he was a warrior. His family was gone, and he felt more alone then ever.
That night, as he sat vigil, his father left camp. Nightfrost had left out a back way, never even saying goodbye to his son. Into the darkness he went, never to return again. When dawn came, Nightmoon was alone forever besides his Clan.
Who could love surviving, cold runt like him?
In Character:
(This will be his ‘vigil post’.)
’Nightmoon! Nightmoon! Nightmoon!’
The yowling of his clan echoed in the back of his mind as he sat quietly on the edge of the clearing, watching the entrance by himself. This was supposed to be a happy night, but he was as sad as a dead mouse. Nightmoon had no feelings what so ever, and he was lost at the fact his father had retired, his mother and sister were dead, and his mentor had given his life for him. The russet tom stared blankly into the entrance, blinking only once in a while.
Those rogues had come from no where, and he hadn’t been any help to Moonpaw. She was dead! She died almost instantly, and he couldn’t save her. If he could give up his life, and his position here now, he would do it in a heartbeat, but he knew that wishing for that would not bring them back. Suddenly a silent rage built up deep in the pit of his stomach.
”I’ll find that rogue again. I’ll kill him! They took from me what was mine! No one will ever do that to me again! I’ll give my Clan my all. I won’t fail anyone again…”
