Posts by private nightpaw

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]a low rumble sounded from the throat of the tiger and he stalked over, slowly, sulphuric gaze unimpressed and icy. his beliefs did not follow the order and code of any other clan but the regime, its ways hammered into his young mind even before darkclan. he had prayed and been answered before in the form of a granted wish, and therefore he was not one to doubt the power of his faith - who was this phoney to tell him that he was wrong? unless, of course, their faiths matched up; then he would be curious, a little less hostile. until he knew for certain however... he did not like this silver male at all. how did he know that everyone had been preached lies as children or even adults, know that everyone was taking the wrong religious path? the maltese regarded hablin bitterly at first, drawing himself up before speaking.

"how do you know we've been preached lies? my gods answered my prayers, that's good enough for me." private nightpaw snarled, ears flattened to his skull. his voice lacked any emotion of course, but the ferocious growl did still sound threatening, and the seven month old beast glared down at the domestic feline with contempt in his eyes. the lies he'd been told? pah, this guy's head was a lie.

/mobile

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]tracking

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]threads with private nightpaw?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]he could meet private nightpaw bc they're total opposites :3

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]track track

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]mind games. he had not heard those words in a long time and now he took interest, lifting his broad cranium at glinda's call and looking with bold yellow eyes at her much smaller frame, stood there, expectant and waiting for someone to approach. would he go over? the regime had fucked with his mentality really, and private nightpaw was not sure he was willing to deal with that again- no, actually, he would participate, if only because the world was a cruel-ass place and he liked the idea of doing to others what his training had done to him. the tiger trainee eased to his paws slowly, in no real rush, and then the maltese approached, blue-grey and striped tail back and forth. "i'll join in," he offered up, his mind already crackling with eagerness even if his voice was neutral.

"the name's private nightpaw," he then grunted, sitting back down with an incline of his head. "what's yours?"

/mobile, sorry for crappy post !!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]though new to darkclan, having only joined the day previously, private nightpaw had settled in nicely, having memorised positions of authority and those who held them quite quickly. learning who to respect and who to treat equally was rule number one back in the regime so he had taken the moral code to his new alliance, following the commandments as they progressed through the numbers. the second rule had been to work out who was friend and who was foe in a cold world, so the maltese tiger chose this as the appropriate moment to do so, sat in camp with a deer's leg bone laid neatly beside him. the portion had been filling, and he would presumably not need feeding for another few days; even a growing leviathan could skip meals.

watching the people come and go with yellow eyes, nightpaw then proceeded to wait for curiosity to get the better of someone and for them to approach, patient on the outside yet impatient on the inside.

/mobile, sorry for crappy post ack !!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]ah, three in one; he was somewhat lucky, he supposed, to be a tiger, a little to large to be overlooked and ignored even if most cat clans were made up of all animals bar cats. how ironic; the creators of these very alliances were now practically outnumbered by others, and original felines were killing themselves to become bigger things. no respect for the felis catus species, no respect. turning to sunlesskit first the panthera nodded his head, gazing upon her with cold, sulphuric eyes. "my name is private nightpaw, it's nice to meet you." the maltese rumbled in response, faintly amused by the confidence of the small child.

he quickly looked to admin then, dipping his cranium lower and further out of simple respect for the lady. "greetings, ma'am, it is an honour to finally meet you as a clanmate rather than a joiner." the slight american accent glinted through here, and private nightpaw lowered his gaze for a moment to finalise the appearance of admiration. and then he looked to claudia; the smile she gave him was faint and probably easily breakable, but the blank male decided to somewhat return it, unused to such friendliness even if it was weak and probably fake. "nice to meet you- i'm private nightpaw."

rubbing the side of his muzzle with a large forepaw then, the male spoke once more. "how is everyone?"

/still mobile DX

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"i'm feeling fine today, though i have only talked to miss admin and another at my joining. hence this meet and greet." he responded to sunlesskit patiently, gold eyes darting to magnus and maskedgrin. "hello, sirs, i am private nightpaw. who might you be?" the maltese tiger greeted once more, keeping up a polite attitude for the sake of at least establishing allies in his alliance. and then finally, finally, to leo, the last one of the group so far, it seemed. and this guy was good, bothering to include his name rather than giving a one word "hello". "private nightpaw," he replied simply, stretching out.

"you are also all ok, yes?" he was shit when it came to small talk.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]well at the end of the day it was a game that would probably destroy your sanity, so leo's want to stay normal would probably be chewed up and spat out at his feet unless his mind was strong enough. nodding a greeting to those whom had just approached private nightpaw twisted his head to simply begin grooming himself, seeing no need to be cautious like some, overly eager like others or just plan curious. it was a session of mind games, nothing more, nothing less.

/rushed ack

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"possibly not, but if one does grab onto you, your bone is snapped, maybe shattered, blood would be flowing and you would be in unbearable agony before you could stop to think about how it caught you." private nightpaw countered the fossa simply, stalking over and glancing once down at the turtle. it was of no interest to him, nothing intriguing, but he sat down nonetheless, nodding a greeting to those there.

/rushed :c

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"a mother stupid enough to 'accidentally' conceive a litter is bad enough. a mother cruel enough to then ignore the children she births afterwards is unacceptable." sunlesskit had been there at his meet and greet, had she not? she had seemed rather happy, friendly, not at all like the crying child he approached, attracted by the sobbing. glancing only momentarily at arcticflame the maltese tiger sat down, studying her through hard sulphuric eyes; he hated to see upset children, sad innocents, but he would have to maintain a calm outer appearance so he didn't lose it himself. "you aren't a mistake, kid, believe me. no such thing. children are blessings, regardless of their mother's immature thoughts; you will bring much good in your life, ignore her."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]friendship sorta with nightpaw?
also, how old is he? wink

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]private nightpaw's muscles ached with fatigue now as he re entered camp, breathing harsh and laboured, blood slicking his pelt back. in his jaws, a stag, freshly killed and practically kicking; the fight had been long and hard, but it had eventually surrendered, dropping down and buckling to allow him to struggle with it all the way home. the pain, oh the pain had been unbearable, his joints and muscles screaming with agony, his battered frame begging for no more every time he was attacked in defence, but eventually he had beaten the buck down and boy was he glad.

the maltese tiger trainee dropped the entire deer down, a massive specimen, and sat back, panting hard, eyes rolling. oh, god, he was tired, but he sat up straight and proper, simply trying to regain some breath.

/rushed !! B(

Arcticflame wrote:

Arctic will have a thread with nightpaw c:

anyone want a thread with her? She's not as scary as she first seems i promise :3

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sure !! who makes? c:

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]i could?
&& ooh nightpaw's eleven months

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"come with me, if you want." private nightpaw offered then, his striped tail lashing. "and hey, don't look at her calling you a mistake as a negative thing. she isn't expecting anything, so you're free, you can do what you want without a parent frowning at you. we're all the same in the end, me, you, leo, the rest of the so called mistakes in the world; it's a family in its own, darkclan, you'll see." a recital of the famous words of the regime, only altered slightly to accommodate darkclan.

/rushed x-x

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]he approached slowly, curiously, having never heard of zayn before but assuming he was simply another member of this rather large clan. a cat body, hmm? his thoughts on cats becoming lions and shit was suddenly turned against him - how ironic - and now a former hyena was becoming a domestic feline. "nice," the tiger grunted simply, nodding his head and sitting down.

"what's it like, being a cat?" private nightpaw then asked, broad cranium tilting curiously. having been born and brought up as a maltese tiger, the idea of being so small was scary, and the eleven month old male blinked his sulphuric eyes.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]he had not attended a patrol as of yet and the fairly new member wished to do so; it would help him complete rule number three of the regime he'd grown up in - know your surroundings like the back of your paw. he would have to be able to wander around with his eyes shut and find different markers to fulfil this, but a prowl around the territory and borders would be a perfect start to achieving such a goal. he lifted his cranium at the call, ears twitching.

oh, boy, that fossa was there. he had seen her only once before, yet her personality did not mix with his hero/villain mix of seriousness and protectiveness, so private nightpaw felt slightly on edge around her. nonetheless, the maltese tiger dwarfed diadora so approached with his face blank, studying those there with cold, yellow eyes. "i'll come," the trainee then offered bluntly.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]he had not expected to be snuggled against, but on recovering from the initial shock, the large male lowered his broad head to nudge her gently in response. "any time, kid." private nightpaw replied in his naturally deep baritone, humming.

/low muse nooooo