Post by destra on Mar 12, 2012 21:57:29 GMT -5
E I o I e I a Steal my heart to give away
Nightscar
Nightscar
Name: Nightscar
Age: 30 moons
Birthday: May 25, 2010
Ranking: Warrior
Make me wanna say E I o I e I a
Physical Description: Night scar is a tall stout and lean tom, his fur cropped short and his tail like a gray serpent able to move through the brush skillfully without so much as a leaf stirring. His fur is that of a silver color with dark almost black tabby lines framing bright sky blue eyes with green flecks throughout his iris. White spots speckle his muzzle and toes, outline his eyes and cover his underbelly making his stomach an easily open spot. Though he fights well enough scars still show through his fur, wreathing the skin beneath with pink lines where claws and teeth tore skin and a notched ear from one to many playful scuffles gone to a more dangerous place. His pink nose is small and though he can scent well enough he cannot smell as well as the majority of the rest of the clan. Nightscar's voice is deep though melodic, almost sing-songy unless he becomes angered or simply annoyed which is fairly easy to do, this his voice can be hard as stone, edged with almost a growl in response to any argument he happens to be in at the moment.
Personality Description: Though kind enough Nightscar can come off as a little pushy. More often than not he's disagreeing with one cat or another and he really doesn't mind coming to the leader or deputy and telling them that something they said just doesn't sit well with him. Easily annoyed and angered Nightscar finds working with his apprentice (Darkpaw) to be an annoyance and will often give her mundane tasks such as cleaning the elders' den or going out and finding moss for some random purpose or another simply to get away with not having to train her, walk her through every step of every movement ,whether it be hunting or fighting, and simply deal with the nuisance of training some useless ball of fur with too big of paws to fit her body. Sometimes though, on some rare occasion, Nightscar can actually be a compassionate cat, such as when his sister was injured in an attempt at getting some finch that had made it's way too far into a tree and eventually came down with greencough, Nightscar often visited her almost everyday. Yet still these moments in time come few and far between and often do not last very long. Still amazingly he has friends and honestly can be quite a player with she-cats, usually he can be found with some girl, charming her to get his fresh-kill or take Darkpaw out to go hunt or with the few male friends he has, sitting around brooding about some problem or another.
Likes:
- Clear Nights
- Running through the forests
- Catching fast prey
Dislikes:
- Early Patrols
- Waiting for prey to catch
- Touchy Feely Relationships
You and I are so the same,
More and more and more each day.
History: Born into a strict family mainly consisting of his extremely passive mother, Blossomspring, strongly opinionated father, Silverclaw, and his two siblings, Springkit his sister and Pebblekit his (in his eyes) overly auditory younger brother. From an early age Nightscar noticed his father's absence to him and his family, often his mother would try to assuage Nightscar's qualms with a soft song, one he still remembers and will sometimes mutter to himself after a long day or battle. When the kits were old enough to finally leave the nursery is when Nightscar finally began to see the cat his father really was, when Silverclaw would actually come and visit his kin he was cold, sniffing at how pathetically small his sister was and shoving away any of Nightscar's words with the flick of his tail. The longer this continues the more Nightscar began to push the thought of his father away, talking to his siblings about his problems with him by persuading them to hate him too. At about four moons old the constant chatter in the nursery turned to a tortured silence as his brother came down with whitecough and was moved to the Medicine den, the worse he got the more Blossomspring pulled away from her other kits, staying in the den when the kits would go out and explore and snapping at them from the lack of sleep she would get for days on end. Soon, after holding on into the beginnings of new leaf, Nightscar's brother passed into star-clan. At this point Blossomspring snapped, she stopped paying attention to her remaining kits and when she did it as often to carp on them about how they were nothing. The warm and comforting she-cat Nightscar had come to know and love as his mother was officially gone, replaced with the monster that Blossomspring had became, a deep resentful battle with depression plaguing her mind with madness. At six moons of age Nightscar and his sister were apprenticed, with the resentment of his father still deeply imbedded in his mind Nightscar pushed himself farther than his mentor Redfern would. He would practice battle moves with the air around him until dusk, hunting for hours on end and often being too exhausted by the time he returned to eat. Over all he became obsessed with being a better warrior than his father that his sister became worried for his health. By this time, Nightscar had become the cold hard being he is at this point and showed little compassion, only to his sister would he actually take any consideration in anything said. After moons of hard work and earned scars, Nightscar gained his warrior name. His father refused to move from his new spot in the elders' den to see the warrior Nightscar emerge from his once puny son. Then one day, after his sister's own warrior naming the two were out hunting, his sister on the strong scent of a finch while Nightscar tracked his own prey, a vole that had been avoiding him the entire morning. When the screech split the forest in two Nightscar too had yowled, racing through the sparse forest to find his sister, lying broken on the springy ground in front of an oak tree, the finch she had been tracking gone. After carefully bringing his sister back she was moved to the medicine den where Nightscar would visit her daily in an attempt to aid her and make her better, softly singing their mother's old lullabye to sooth her nightmares. Not long after the bitterness of another rough leaf-bare set in, Springtail couldn't fight off the white cough that filled her chest, eventually turning into the green cough that took her life. With her death, finally their father emerged from the shadows, taking her side at her vigil that night. That was a night Nightscar would never forget, then burying her stiff cold body, laced with the scent of mint and thyme as though trying to mask the scent of death that still creeped through her fur. From that day forward Nightscar has shown even less compassion to any one other cat. not in loss, not in injury, occasionally Nightscar will be friendly but never actually loving. Especially not in the season of leaf-bare.
Blossomspring:Mother- alive (elders' den)
Silverclaw:Father-Deceased (old age)
Springtail:Sister- Deceased (injury/ sickness)
Pebblekit:Brother- Deceased (sickness)
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