Post by ηiɢhτ .paw on Nov 2, 2009 20:43:57 GMT -5
Nightpaw
[/size][/center]Gender: Tom
Age: Eight Moons
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance: Ink black in color, Nightpaw can slither through the shadows undetected. He carries the scent of Thunderclan, emerald green eyes glistening of the leaves. His medium size allows him to move about on steady paws, rather than blundering about like a badger. He's not as swift as those smaller cats, but carries growing power in his lethal paws.
Almost a mirror opposite of his sibling, Whitepaw, Nightpaw is onyx black in color. Sharing his sibling's emerald green eyes. The tom is slightly larger than the white she cat, but certainly not as headstrong. There isn't a speck of another shade on that black pelt, simple dark as a raven's wing.
Personality: Nightpaw is calm and outgoing. He can have his shy moments, but rarely, most of the time the tom likes to have fun and just live it up. He's very enthusiastic when it comes to training, whether it be patrolling, or battle training. The tom is generally optimistic, he goes with the flow. It takes a lot to tick him off and even more to get him to strike.
The generally out going tom tends to wise up when the other clans come into the picture. He has a pride for his clan, and will fight tooth and claw to keep Ashclan safe. He's not your violent tom, if troubles can be resolved without bloodshed, then he will seek out the answer. Nightpaw is very protective of the ones he cares about, and would give his life to save his clan, like any good warrior should.
Nightpaw is laid back and optimistic. He's used to sharp tongues, as he's had to grow up with his sibling, Whitepaw. It takes a lot to get him mad or depressed, he just takes life as it's given to him. Nightpaw's determined, and like any good apprentice, he plans on being a great warrior one day.
The black tom is well aware of the fact his sister wants nothing more than to become a warrior. She's jealous of him and his rank, but Nightpaw believes there's nothing he can do. Nightpaw and Whitepaw aren't the best of siblings, and often spent apart. Sometimes her tongue gets to him, as she knows how to rub his fur the other way. Nightpaw can be sour tongued sometimes, himself, but only toward the white she cat. Nightpaw also doesn't have a huge concept for right and wrong, he's as loyal as can be, but it rules need to be bent, for one reason of the other, he'll give it a shot.
History: Nightpaw was born into a litter of two within Ashclan. The two kits of that litter were sheer opposites from day one. There was Nightkit, and Whitekit. Nightkit was a midnight black tom, while Whitekit was a pure white she cat. A side from looks, they battle in almost every way. If they didn't share blood, there would be no way in the forest they were siblings. Even down to the personality. Whitepaw is a tough one to handle, but her intentions are pure. And Nightpaw is the calm, laid back one of the litter.
Nightpaw shares the same history as his sibling, Whitepaw, so there's no need to explain everything twice. He was born into Ashclan, their father remaining a mystery to them. Their mother, however, died when they were four moons of age, it really took a toll on Nightpaw, even on Whitepaw. Of course, Whitepaw bounced back faster, Nightpaw stayed in a quiet state. He never completely snapped out of it, he's more reserved than he was, but he's moved on. There's no need to grieve forever.
