Post by Night on Jan 5, 2008 23:04:11 GMT -5
~Once I was Called~
Nightrunner
~Those who know me well dubbed me~
Night
~The moon shows me~
12 moons (Could be off)
~My Loyalties lie~
Nightclan
~I’ve been molded~
Shecat
~My Place in the Clan is~
Warrioress
~My pelt is Stained~
Black as the darkest night and sleek for the river. Long legs hold me high among all those around me and my thin form is thinner now that I've lost many friends and a love. My ribs glide uncomfortably under my raven's wing black pelt that shimmers in the light and is soft as a kittens pelt but keeps me warm enough. A huge chunk is missing from my right ear and I have a huge scar straight down my spine. Something noticeable to many is my dented right shoulder with a huge scar straight down it, sacrifices for friends throws me far...even down cliffs. My eyes are bright as the moon and shine yellow in the sun, when darkness follows me they glint orange and bring me closer to my father. My pelt is riddle with many scars from fights and a fall to my imminent death.
~My Soul is Laid out~
Night has always been a quiet soul, always watching and forever calm she enjoyed just listening but would still tell you what she thought in a very 'that's how it is' way. She loves to run and feel the freedom that the night gives her from the horrors the day can hold. Rather cold she keep to herself most of the time and will send you away with a glare that could cut through the Thunderpath. A fierce fighter its very rare to find her all the way calm for now a days she’s really tense and never at ease. Losing her parents, best friend, and her first real mate she’s cold as ice and only finds refuge in the night. Floating around camp like a shadow its almost as if she’s not even there. Her heart harbors pain but she's unwilling to show this as a weakness to her clan. She wants to be the best and live up to what her father was, a courageous, giving and noble warrior. These days though she's not sure if she can do that, but she'll try for she isn't a quitter and will never give up.
~The Things I Tried to Forget~
Born to Wintercall and Bloodclaw it was a matter for great rejoicing. An only kit she was her mother’s first kit and the one that they never thought she could have. She was her father’s pride and joy and her mother’s little angel. When she turned 9 moons she went out for a run with her first love, Juniperpaw. It was on that walk that they ran into a badger. Fighting the badger she’d lost her beloved Juniperpaw. It was in a raid two moons later that she lost her mother and father and than in another raid that she’d lost her best friend Yarrowbite.
Made a warrior at 9 moons ,right after the badger attack, she engrossed herself in her clanwork. She runs errands for everyone and rarely speaks. Her heart still aches and those in her clan have tried to comfort her only to find her cold and indifferent. Now she waits for her life to straighten out.
-Sorry history is short-
~Example of my Heroics~
-Post from Warriors the Magnificent with the charrie Nightrunner.-
His words stabbed at her mind and heart. Voice inside her screamed that it wasn't true as auds flicked backwards angrily. Nose wrinkled angrily as eyes flashed orange from an internal shadow it seemed. What did he know about anything?! He knew nothing of what she'd been through! Who was he to judge her?!?! Spinning around she glared up at him before stalking over to the base and looking up to the ledge where he stood, sneering down at her. Giving a small huff she bunched muscles and leapt up to a lower ledge with grace usually unseen in the mountain cats. Sure they were graceful, but she had the graceful ways of stars dancing around one another, or water moving down a stream. Continuing up she was finally on the ledge after a few minutes. Tail lashed back and forth angrily as eyes were narrowed to slits. As she glared at him finally vocals came," You know nothing! You're arrogant and insensitive to everyone. I see how your Tribe looks at you. Both fear and admiration play in their eyes. I don't know which is greater!"
Snarling she stepped right up to him so she was practically nose to nose with him. Yellow eyes blazed with anger she had never once voiced. Now though there was definitely a voice to it," You think you know everything about me. I am of Riverclan and my father taught me everything I know of respect!! Silence is something that helps me. Unlike you ya big mouthed goose! I NEVER caused anyone to die, NEVER!" Head was raised proudly before she swung claws towards his face with an angry hiss. That out of her system she growled before spinning away from him faster than she'd moved in awhile and than with a growl jumped from the ledge. It was a higher jump than any she'd made since her injury, but her body stretched out in graceful flight. Long legs were stretched as auds were slicked back on her sharp head and tail waved behind her. When she hit the ground she stumbled and nearly fell but quickly regained her balance before turning and heading down the thin path at a run.
Muscles screeched at the new range of movement she was suddenly forcing on the newly healed injuries. Gravel spewed from her paws as she streaked down the thin path and around its many curves. Nothing he said was true.....she didn't cause anyone to die. Birchpaw..... Mothpaw...and Robin. Maybe she'd caused all of them? No...she hadn't caused any. Blade's? Where did she belong and where had she really been all this time? Definitely not in the mountains, she'd been in her mind. Remembering the soothing river of home, the babble of the water over the shallows and rocks. Reeds swaying back and forth with a light breeze that would tickle her nose as she ran through the soft woods. Home....she missed her home for the first time in moons, she truly missed her home. As she tired down her chest heaved as paws slowed down and heavy limp came into her step. Shoulder and back screeched in pain as she walked slowly. Through her angry run she'd managed to get very far from where her and Eagle had stood. The run had cleared her mind and run all anger from her system. Looking down she recognized it as the place she'd fallen down and was supposed to have died. Slight claw marks ripped the edge of the cliff, they weren't deep, but they were noticeable. Sighing she turned before making it down a rather steep slope to the bottom of the cliff, or the bottom that she'd hit. Getting there she looked around and than up before she lay down and rested her head on paws as tail curled around and over her nose. Night had to lead these cats home... she had to find the reason they were here, and she had to do it alone. Closing her eyes she drifted into a small doze. Looking down from the top she was a black splotch among the gray rocks...she was different, as always.
Nightrunner
~Those who know me well dubbed me~
Night
~The moon shows me~
12 moons (Could be off)
~My Loyalties lie~
Nightclan
~I’ve been molded~
Shecat
~My Place in the Clan is~
Warrioress
~My pelt is Stained~
Black as the darkest night and sleek for the river. Long legs hold me high among all those around me and my thin form is thinner now that I've lost many friends and a love. My ribs glide uncomfortably under my raven's wing black pelt that shimmers in the light and is soft as a kittens pelt but keeps me warm enough. A huge chunk is missing from my right ear and I have a huge scar straight down my spine. Something noticeable to many is my dented right shoulder with a huge scar straight down it, sacrifices for friends throws me far...even down cliffs. My eyes are bright as the moon and shine yellow in the sun, when darkness follows me they glint orange and bring me closer to my father. My pelt is riddle with many scars from fights and a fall to my imminent death.
~My Soul is Laid out~
Night has always been a quiet soul, always watching and forever calm she enjoyed just listening but would still tell you what she thought in a very 'that's how it is' way. She loves to run and feel the freedom that the night gives her from the horrors the day can hold. Rather cold she keep to herself most of the time and will send you away with a glare that could cut through the Thunderpath. A fierce fighter its very rare to find her all the way calm for now a days she’s really tense and never at ease. Losing her parents, best friend, and her first real mate she’s cold as ice and only finds refuge in the night. Floating around camp like a shadow its almost as if she’s not even there. Her heart harbors pain but she's unwilling to show this as a weakness to her clan. She wants to be the best and live up to what her father was, a courageous, giving and noble warrior. These days though she's not sure if she can do that, but she'll try for she isn't a quitter and will never give up.
~The Things I Tried to Forget~
Born to Wintercall and Bloodclaw it was a matter for great rejoicing. An only kit she was her mother’s first kit and the one that they never thought she could have. She was her father’s pride and joy and her mother’s little angel. When she turned 9 moons she went out for a run with her first love, Juniperpaw. It was on that walk that they ran into a badger. Fighting the badger she’d lost her beloved Juniperpaw. It was in a raid two moons later that she lost her mother and father and than in another raid that she’d lost her best friend Yarrowbite.
Made a warrior at 9 moons ,right after the badger attack, she engrossed herself in her clanwork. She runs errands for everyone and rarely speaks. Her heart still aches and those in her clan have tried to comfort her only to find her cold and indifferent. Now she waits for her life to straighten out.
-Sorry history is short-
~Example of my Heroics~
-Post from Warriors the Magnificent with the charrie Nightrunner.-
His words stabbed at her mind and heart. Voice inside her screamed that it wasn't true as auds flicked backwards angrily. Nose wrinkled angrily as eyes flashed orange from an internal shadow it seemed. What did he know about anything?! He knew nothing of what she'd been through! Who was he to judge her?!?! Spinning around she glared up at him before stalking over to the base and looking up to the ledge where he stood, sneering down at her. Giving a small huff she bunched muscles and leapt up to a lower ledge with grace usually unseen in the mountain cats. Sure they were graceful, but she had the graceful ways of stars dancing around one another, or water moving down a stream. Continuing up she was finally on the ledge after a few minutes. Tail lashed back and forth angrily as eyes were narrowed to slits. As she glared at him finally vocals came," You know nothing! You're arrogant and insensitive to everyone. I see how your Tribe looks at you. Both fear and admiration play in their eyes. I don't know which is greater!"
Snarling she stepped right up to him so she was practically nose to nose with him. Yellow eyes blazed with anger she had never once voiced. Now though there was definitely a voice to it," You think you know everything about me. I am of Riverclan and my father taught me everything I know of respect!! Silence is something that helps me. Unlike you ya big mouthed goose! I NEVER caused anyone to die, NEVER!" Head was raised proudly before she swung claws towards his face with an angry hiss. That out of her system she growled before spinning away from him faster than she'd moved in awhile and than with a growl jumped from the ledge. It was a higher jump than any she'd made since her injury, but her body stretched out in graceful flight. Long legs were stretched as auds were slicked back on her sharp head and tail waved behind her. When she hit the ground she stumbled and nearly fell but quickly regained her balance before turning and heading down the thin path at a run.
Muscles screeched at the new range of movement she was suddenly forcing on the newly healed injuries. Gravel spewed from her paws as she streaked down the thin path and around its many curves. Nothing he said was true.....she didn't cause anyone to die. Birchpaw..... Mothpaw...and Robin. Maybe she'd caused all of them? No...she hadn't caused any. Blade's? Where did she belong and where had she really been all this time? Definitely not in the mountains, she'd been in her mind. Remembering the soothing river of home, the babble of the water over the shallows and rocks. Reeds swaying back and forth with a light breeze that would tickle her nose as she ran through the soft woods. Home....she missed her home for the first time in moons, she truly missed her home. As she tired down her chest heaved as paws slowed down and heavy limp came into her step. Shoulder and back screeched in pain as she walked slowly. Through her angry run she'd managed to get very far from where her and Eagle had stood. The run had cleared her mind and run all anger from her system. Looking down she recognized it as the place she'd fallen down and was supposed to have died. Slight claw marks ripped the edge of the cliff, they weren't deep, but they were noticeable. Sighing she turned before making it down a rather steep slope to the bottom of the cliff, or the bottom that she'd hit. Getting there she looked around and than up before she lay down and rested her head on paws as tail curled around and over her nose. Night had to lead these cats home... she had to find the reason they were here, and she had to do it alone. Closing her eyes she drifted into a small doze. Looking down from the top she was a black splotch among the gray rocks...she was different, as always.