Post by Infinity on Dec 10, 2008 16:27:30 GMT -5
Name: Nightstorm
Age: 24 moons
Clan: ShadeClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Personality: Nightstorm has a short patience and can often snap at other cats, but he does have a soft side, although it's rarely shown. Usually he is a mask of loyalty and determination to get things done for his Clan. He works apprentices extremely hard, making sure they are excelling their training before ever suggesting them to be given their warrior names. He is polite and courteous to most she-cats, unless one in particular may get on his nerves, in which he will try to ignore them as much as possible. He can get bossy with toms, but he only does it because he wants things to be done, and he wants them done right. He tends to dislike the other Clans more than other cats, always hoping for a fight on border patrols and loving to participate in battles. He doesn't like to give warnings.
Description: An extremely large, muscular tom with a pure black pelt, except for his back left paw, which is white. His nose is black, and so are his whiskers, which are unusually long. His fur is short and sleek looking over his bulky build.
History: Nightstorm was born during a very difficult leafbare, in a litter of two. He had a sister, Mosskit, who was a tiny tortoiseshell. Prey was scarce, leaving his mother thin and weak, never being able to provide enough milk. He and his sister both grew scrawny from lack of nutrition, and cats were unsure if they would even survive the leafbare. Whitecough soon struck the Clan, making its way into the nursery and infecting Nightstorm's mother and sister. They were separated from him so the sickness wouldn't spread anymore, and he was lucky enough to survive. His sister and mother, however, despite the medicine cat's work, both died. Nightstorm wishes he had known more about them both, and in his sister's case, what they would accomplish and who they would turn into, but he doesn't dwell on the past. He is past mourning, and accepts the situation. He was apprenticed at 6 moons old to an experienced, respected warrior who taught him well. Nightstorm learned quickly and was given his warrior name earlier than most. Since then he has worked hard for his Clan.
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Age: 24 moons
Clan: ShadeClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Personality: Nightstorm has a short patience and can often snap at other cats, but he does have a soft side, although it's rarely shown. Usually he is a mask of loyalty and determination to get things done for his Clan. He works apprentices extremely hard, making sure they are excelling their training before ever suggesting them to be given their warrior names. He is polite and courteous to most she-cats, unless one in particular may get on his nerves, in which he will try to ignore them as much as possible. He can get bossy with toms, but he only does it because he wants things to be done, and he wants them done right. He tends to dislike the other Clans more than other cats, always hoping for a fight on border patrols and loving to participate in battles. He doesn't like to give warnings.
Description: An extremely large, muscular tom with a pure black pelt, except for his back left paw, which is white. His nose is black, and so are his whiskers, which are unusually long. His fur is short and sleek looking over his bulky build.
History: Nightstorm was born during a very difficult leafbare, in a litter of two. He had a sister, Mosskit, who was a tiny tortoiseshell. Prey was scarce, leaving his mother thin and weak, never being able to provide enough milk. He and his sister both grew scrawny from lack of nutrition, and cats were unsure if they would even survive the leafbare. Whitecough soon struck the Clan, making its way into the nursery and infecting Nightstorm's mother and sister. They were separated from him so the sickness wouldn't spread anymore, and he was lucky enough to survive. His sister and mother, however, despite the medicine cat's work, both died. Nightstorm wishes he had known more about them both, and in his sister's case, what they would accomplish and who they would turn into, but he doesn't dwell on the past. He is past mourning, and accepts the situation. He was apprenticed at 6 moons old to an experienced, respected warrior who taught him well. Nightstorm learned quickly and was given his warrior name earlier than most. Since then he has worked hard for his Clan.
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