Post by Greyy. on Jan 1, 2008 5:25:19 GMT -5
Name: Nightinggale
Age: 27 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Nightclan
Physical Description: Nightinggale's pelt is a pale gray color with light creamy splotches and dark stripes. The creamy ginger color outlines his eyes, surrounded by a dark gray with the creamy color in flecks. His mouth area is a creamy white, but an even darker gray outlines his mouth, fading into the white. His cheeks are gray-brown, but nearly black as they intersect a paler gray and the light ginger color. his ears are dark on the back, and his forhead is lined with what seems like painted stripes. His neck is mostly a beige color, intersected by dark, thick stripes. His back is covered in what seems to be a pale black, with pale flecks dotting the edges of a stripe that runs from the back of his neck to his tail. His tail is ringed with pale gray, dark gray, then the creamy ginger color. His hind legs are coated in a light yellow-white with ginger splotches sectioned through the fur. His fur is soft and feathery, keeping him warm in Leafbare and Leaffall. His forepaws are mostly ash-gray with small yellow specks. Nightinggale has medium-lengthed fur and long limbs.
Personality: Loyalty buries this tom in ashes, his kind nature overflowing with generosity. Although somewhat oblivious to his surroundings, Nightinggale is a kind young tom with a docile personality. Nightinggale thinks himself pretty popular with the other clan cats, now that he has opened himself and accepted everything that has happened in his atrocious past. Gentle and calm with young and old, Nightinggale has reason to be honored among every clan for his wits and sharp tongue, though he only uses them when in dire need. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, Nightinggale is often specified as 'clumsy' or 'blind', even though he actually has very acute senses.
History: Nightinggale is a loyal tom with a bright future and room in his heart for all of his clan members. After his mother died, he was left alone in Nightclan without a friend. As he began to speak his feelings in his warrior life, the other cats listened more, and he began to fit in. Soon, he had the best family he could imagine, and he's always wanted to return the favor. He had always been going the extra mile for everyone, his loyalty known throughout the forest. He works twice as hard as every cat, to prove that because you've lost something, doesn't mean you have to stop your life. He has accepted everyone in his clan, even the fellow former apprentices that teased him because he used to be shy. Nightinggale knows and obeys the warrior code, as if every clan member's life depended on it.
Role Play Example: Stars filled the night sky heavily as Nightinggale snorted in disgust at the putrid scent of rotting flesh. The scent of disease tainted the air heavily as the tom lifted his muzzle to taste the western breeze. It carried the scent of rogue and rats, disease and carrion. Paws worked voraciously as he squeezed the pulp onto his own wound, the only way to survive. A stray adder, poisonous fangs deadly as a gnarled claw driven into one's heart. Shadows cast over the dark tom's body, splashes of color dilluting his dark pelt. I will not let them down.. he thought. The clan needs me.. Scales shone silver in the dark, the deceased body flung from sight as Nightinggale sucked the venom from his small wound. the blood in his ears were throbbing as he applied the yew poultice to his wound. Seeing it performed many times before by Hazelstripe, Nightinggale was sure he would use this trick on himself. Lucky enough for him, he was right.
What seemed like a moon had passed before the tom was able to stand properly, but luckily enough for him, he had survived his encounter with the beast. It took quite a while for Nightinggale to reach the camp, blood stained his mouth as well as the faint scent of disease and sickness from the infected wound.
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Age: 27 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Nightclan
Physical Description: Nightinggale's pelt is a pale gray color with light creamy splotches and dark stripes. The creamy ginger color outlines his eyes, surrounded by a dark gray with the creamy color in flecks. His mouth area is a creamy white, but an even darker gray outlines his mouth, fading into the white. His cheeks are gray-brown, but nearly black as they intersect a paler gray and the light ginger color. his ears are dark on the back, and his forhead is lined with what seems like painted stripes. His neck is mostly a beige color, intersected by dark, thick stripes. His back is covered in what seems to be a pale black, with pale flecks dotting the edges of a stripe that runs from the back of his neck to his tail. His tail is ringed with pale gray, dark gray, then the creamy ginger color. His hind legs are coated in a light yellow-white with ginger splotches sectioned through the fur. His fur is soft and feathery, keeping him warm in Leafbare and Leaffall. His forepaws are mostly ash-gray with small yellow specks. Nightinggale has medium-lengthed fur and long limbs.
Personality: Loyalty buries this tom in ashes, his kind nature overflowing with generosity. Although somewhat oblivious to his surroundings, Nightinggale is a kind young tom with a docile personality. Nightinggale thinks himself pretty popular with the other clan cats, now that he has opened himself and accepted everything that has happened in his atrocious past. Gentle and calm with young and old, Nightinggale has reason to be honored among every clan for his wits and sharp tongue, though he only uses them when in dire need. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, Nightinggale is often specified as 'clumsy' or 'blind', even though he actually has very acute senses.
History: Nightinggale is a loyal tom with a bright future and room in his heart for all of his clan members. After his mother died, he was left alone in Nightclan without a friend. As he began to speak his feelings in his warrior life, the other cats listened more, and he began to fit in. Soon, he had the best family he could imagine, and he's always wanted to return the favor. He had always been going the extra mile for everyone, his loyalty known throughout the forest. He works twice as hard as every cat, to prove that because you've lost something, doesn't mean you have to stop your life. He has accepted everyone in his clan, even the fellow former apprentices that teased him because he used to be shy. Nightinggale knows and obeys the warrior code, as if every clan member's life depended on it.
Role Play Example: Stars filled the night sky heavily as Nightinggale snorted in disgust at the putrid scent of rotting flesh. The scent of disease tainted the air heavily as the tom lifted his muzzle to taste the western breeze. It carried the scent of rogue and rats, disease and carrion. Paws worked voraciously as he squeezed the pulp onto his own wound, the only way to survive. A stray adder, poisonous fangs deadly as a gnarled claw driven into one's heart. Shadows cast over the dark tom's body, splashes of color dilluting his dark pelt. I will not let them down.. he thought. The clan needs me.. Scales shone silver in the dark, the deceased body flung from sight as Nightinggale sucked the venom from his small wound. the blood in his ears were throbbing as he applied the yew poultice to his wound. Seeing it performed many times before by Hazelstripe, Nightinggale was sure he would use this trick on himself. Lucky enough for him, he was right.
What seemed like a moon had passed before the tom was able to stand properly, but luckily enough for him, he had survived his encounter with the beast. It took quite a while for Nightinggale to reach the camp, blood stained his mouth as well as the faint scent of disease and sickness from the infected wound.
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