Posts by private nightpaw

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

he hadn't heard that name in months, and just catching it caused him to freeze, muscles locking him in place. the darkclanner had recently worked out how to return to his tiger body, having been trapped in his capuchin body for quite a while, and was glad, because he doubted the thinner limbs of the monkey form would be able to hold up against the weight of the terror that crashed down upon him. dick grayson. there weren't many people who knew that, and not even the regime members did; when he'd been taken in, he'd been given a new name, and only two others could possibly have the knowledge of those two words. one was almost certainly dead, he was sure, and the other... the other, his younger brother...

he knew damian would never join darkclan. the child hated private nightpaw with a vengeance, wished him dead, so the only other option was that he'd been captured in this new contest. but by who? the maltese leviathan approached with slow steps, piercing sapphire eyes focusing upon the golden tabby tiger with a silent rage he quickly suppressed. he momentarily considered speaking out the boy's real name in revenge, but held back, biting his tongue. now, now he realised why the name robin had tormented him. not because of damian, no, but because he'd taken on the role once- and that was worked out just by laying eyes upon his younger brother once more. the ferocity and confusion in damian's eyes matched his own as a kid, perfectly. he knew why, now.

"robin," private nightpaw mewed slowly, licking his lips and coming to a halt beside annabeth. "why are you in darkclan? i did not expect you to follow me."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"fairly well, i was going to train." the male quipped, kneading the ground with his large paws. "i would ask if you wished to join me, though you seem pretty... busy." or lazy, napping, though private nightpaw was respectful enough not to say that.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"i don't know, everybody loves the easter bunny." even private nightpaw. especially private nightpaw. easter had been a fairly fun event in the regime, with hunting and stalking games set up to help with set skills whilst offering a rare chance to have fun. "plus if you ever decide you don't like the body, it's food." his voice was deadly serious, even if his eyes said 'joke, joke'.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]how threatening- poundingalarms' bravado was rather impressive, though private nightpaw didn't expect her to actually kill this dimitri. padding over, the leviathan maltese tiger studied the russian joiner through piercing sapphire eyes, unimpressed. nobody passed through proclan territory on the way to an anticlan. no-one did that.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]the drenched tiger looked surprisingly small without his fur fluffed up, muscles evident and threatening yet ribs obviously on show. "nice weather we're having," the private quipped, sitting down with a nod of his head, whiskers and head and neck and entire body dripping water.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]his monkey body was somewhat more impish than the rest of him so private nightpaw found himself hanging from his tail, upside down and from a branch directly above nightfury's. a snow leopard on the territory with a point of acting both stubborn and seemingly superior was something both irritating for the serious part of him yet amusing for the monkey part of him. so, gripping his kali sticks tightly in each hand- man, these wondrous pieces of metal really were useful- the capuchin attempted to knock nightfury in the temple, not wanting to do him any real damage so much as annoy the fuck out of him.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]nightpaw turned his head to study ra silently, his serious blue gaze flitting over the male's form. "yes, i do know him. through adoption, i suppose you could say, we are brothers, though he does not take kindly to that idea considering i am the adoptee and he is the birth son of ou- his father." the private knew he had to choose his words carefully, for although damian was chained, he knew how easily the other tiger could escape most bonds.

"though i would not say it is safe to assume he is a bastard, yet. i do not know where his father is, and though most have accepted his death, i refuse to do so." clingy, much?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]quite impressive. private nightpaw was not scared by much, but for a younger member of the clan, that could be viewed as scary. he had to admit, he had quite liked the tail, so the maltese nodded his head towards arcticflame. "i don't know many scary stories, but that was good." a response to both sunless and praise to arctic all at once, and the male flicked his tail, the hints of a smile tugging at his maw.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]a larger version of magnus? gee, what a compliment. private nightpaw snorted at her words, ebon tail lashing up and over the back of his neck before laying still once more. "i hope that's a good thing," he then mewed, knowing who magnus was but not feeling entirely keen on being told that he was a lookalike of the fairly stoic male. of course, black was a good colour, black had always been a good colour, though he quite liked his original pelt... the brute decided to allow his right half to return to being maltese, whilst his left remained obsidian. "though i'm not too sure about looking like a wolf in my tiger body. in my wolf body, sure, though i don't want to look like a dog when i'm really a cat."

he exhaled, then. "both very good powers," private uttered slowly, watching with dilated pupils as she took a step closer. what was she hinting at? he didn't know until he felt a gentle prod at the strengthened barriers arching up and over his mind, and the leviathan tensed up, ears sliding back warily. memory manipulation- the ability to take, replace, change and view all memories in a person's brain. did he want her to see the oddities stored away? it took a few moments, but then the male tipped his cranium forward in a drawn out nod. "of course," nightpaw finally rumbled, letting the protections fall away.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]/it's a long story, you needn't worry about it.\ was his only, vague response, and the male waved his tail in a dismissive manner. /just... try to forget it, i had not intended on that name being spoken today, or ever.\

Lancelot )) wrote:

Is this Nightwing.
From DC. LSKJdafsd fyes.

Definitely! c:
Who's making the thread?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]yes it is woot

i can make it; i'll post it when i've done.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"if they have changed their name again, that would be the... hmm, i know they broke away from the skulls at one point, made boneclan... then cryptclan, i think... i've never heard of anyone changing so many times." private nightpaw had been forced into a clan history lesson once, and the boneclan journey had stuck in his head if only because he'd known they'd been cannibals.

/rushed, gotta make four threads

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]and both of them were the leader's daughters. heck yeah.

padding into camp with the two kittens grasped in his jaws- one was slightly older than the other, maybe apprentice aged and stark white, deaf and seemingly terrified; the other was younger and perfectly healthy all round, a brown tabby that didn't seem as scared- private nightpaw deposited the children on the floor, sitting down beside them to act as both a guard to make sure they didn't escape and a big cuddly comforter that- nah, actually. just a guard.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"i do believe this is a baby sharkbait." he did not know this sharkbait, but he could guess fairly quickly, and the tiger approached, one eyebrow raised. "nice to meet you, kid. i'm private nightpaw." his voice was calm, though surprisingly light, and he sat down, tail flicking.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]nighty not so happy

so on the day he'd fended off an attempt attack by some younger apprentices with surprising ease, trained until he almost dropped, gone hunting, tried climbing in his tiger body and then had his first meal in four days, private nightpaw had settled into some sort of sour mood, a quiet and cold rage set deep in the recesses of his sapphire blue eyes as he looked around. whilst the training had helped burn off stress the acrobat had simply woken up in a bad mood, and had tried to lessen that by messing around in his monkey body- no use. now he was simply resting in his main form, a maltese tiger, looking around.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"what about if i added some orange in there?" he murmured faintly, nodding his head again with a faint grin at her laugh. no, no, then he would look stupid, and private nightpaw gave a faint chuckle that rasped in his chest, deep and rich and oddly pleasant to hear. it ended quickly, however, and the male returned to his usual, calm self. "good, i don't think a wolf look would suit me in this form."

her frown and response to his tension was evident, though the triumphant smile that replaced it at his permission to enter his mind did somewhat concern him. however, she did not look at anything, and rather headed for where he...? an odd place to go, but the tiger found his eyes closing, preferring to concentrate on the mental intrusion rather than the outside world.

a new memory, then, though one of arctic's, and at the pleasant feelings that were brought on by the vision, private nightpaw hummed, his body relaxing and tail wrapping around his hind right leg. fireflies. they seemed so pretty in such a moment, even if he'd never paid heed to them, but when she pulled back and the beauty vanished, the male recovered, eyes snapping open.

"uh, wow.." he was slightly speechless, such simple joy causing the usually level headed male's brain to short circuit. he had never gotten to relax and marvel at fireflies as a younger arcticflame obviously had. "i'd repay you, but, uh..." he shuffled his paws. "well, that depends on whether you want to be repayed, and how much i trust you." damn.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]so. lancelot had returned and apparently now there were four leaders of darkclan- how interesting. the male had not particularly given the authorities much thought other than to remember their names and to give them respect; easy things to do in his opinion. private nightpaw was wrapped in a bubble of his own thought for a lot of the day, physically and mentally pushing himself past the limits until he literally collapsed all in the name of training, and whilst it could be viewed as pure insanity with the way he drove himself, he was merely determined.

now however, having recovered from his fatigue, the male strode through darkclan's territory, wanting to hunt.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]well, his wolf and serval body had been busy. and he had discovered a new little sister. but at that moment, he only brought two creatures home, one his baby tiger sibling, the other one of his serval's cubs. he'd pick the others up later, but the wolves were fairly far away, and his serval body just had to father two litters of only one cub both around ten miles away from each other.

he had not told his children he was their father, because in his two most used bodies- his tiger and capuchin forms- he was not, though he allowed them all to believe he was their older brother. padding back into camp with the two cubs in silence, private nightpaw surveyed darkclan's hub, somewhat relieved he was back.

[b]"welcome to darkclan. try not to kill anything."

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

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]squee
um damn which form of night's should i put forward

ok you can choose between two
idc which one's drawn :3