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  • Dirty Little Secret {(Sun

    The she-cat made her way out of the den, quite happily bouncing on her small paws. "You really don't want to see me in action," she chuckled, shaking her head at her own lack of passion. She would have to try twice as hard today! She didn't want to make herself look mouse-brained in front of the only cat that seemed unaware of her capacities, or lack of such.


    "What's your name?" she asked suddenly, slowing down to a slow pad, turning her head slightly to see if the tom was even there. She didn't really know what to make out of him just yet, but he seemed like a really nice tom. Maybe, if everything went well, she could finally gain a worthy friend? The calico could only hope so.

  • Scorchedheart (Private!)

    It wasn't long before the ginger-and-white tom was back, some herbs in his muzzle. He sat down in front of Scorchedheart and put the leaves down. "That should help you. Have a good chew," he advised.

  • Scorchedheart (Private!)

    Foxcloud waited for a moment, letting the she-cat chew for a while. "Do you feel better?" he purred, glancing at the kits with love in his eyes, his protective instincts stirring awake. Being who he was, the tom knew he'd die protecting the five cats before him if he had to. He really hoped Scorchedheart's white cough wouldn't get worse.

  • Dirty Little Secret {(Sun

    It didn't escape her eyes that the tom seemed to... struggle with the way he walked. Unaware completely of the thoughts that were filling the tom's head, the she-cat didn't really notice how tense he was. To her, he was just being a bit clumsy, and she had so much experience in that, she didn't really mind anymore.


    "Cast...away?" she murmured, glancing at the tom again. She thought about it for a moment, letting the name sink in on her tongue. Then, she glanced at him again. "I think that's a nice name," she said, surprisingly. She seemed to mean it, too. "Like, cast away in some land full of prey, and grassy fields, and happiness, and having it all to yourself," she murmured quietly, her vivid imagination making out something a little bit different of the name than a normal cat would.


    She then realized what she just said probably freaked the tom out. She felt foolish, and stopped walking. "Um, sorry," she muttured, looking at the tom apologetically. "I didn't mean to sound weird," she said.


    Then, having heard his question, she cheered up a bit. "Hmm, maybe you'll hear it, maybe not. I can't just tell you," she smiled, then she was off again, walking in her happy little steps.

  • Dirty Little Secret {(Sun

    The calico knew the tom had a small pause, for she didn't hear his steps for a moment. She wondered briefly if he'd give up and leave her be, and thought what she would do then. She probably wouldn't regret it if he left; if someone couldn't accept her the way she was, she wouldn't want to talk to them anyway.


    But no, the tom decided to follow her; she could hear his steps behind her. She smiled to herself, and letting herself have a deep intake of air. It was then that a fresh scent of prey reached her nose. She sniffed again, this time searching the scents more carefully, and sure enough, she could tell a mouse was nearby. She paused and turned to the tom.


    "Can you smell it? You're going first!" she warned, flicking her tail, but she had a slightly sly smile painted on her lips. The calico would put off having a go at hunting herself for as much as she could. Considering it was Leafbare still, her losing and scaring prey would be even more useless than usual.

  • Nightwalker || This is the last night you'll spend alone.

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    I will help you hold on
    Tonight


    Nightwalker


    Tom || Thunderclan || 17 moons || Warrior


    ..:: The Looks ::..


    Nightwalker is perhaps not aware of it, but he is a silver bengal tom. He has soft, pale fur, covered in long, dark stripes. His face has two single stripes on both sides of his cheek, enclosing near his eye and muzzle. There’s also a small, third streak directly in-between the two, going diagonally down from his eye and curving towards his muzzle. The tom has short, thin white whiskers settled near his light-pink nose. The tom’s ears are grey on the outside, and white on the inside. His tail has two thick stripes, and a dark tip.


    Nightwalker’s body is long, but muscular. He’s not particularly fat nor skinny, rather being much like a cat’s average weight. The tom’s eyes are a bright, clear blue shade, round and only slightly slanted.


    ..:: The Past ::..


    When born, he received the name of Nightkit, together with his two siblings, Duskkit and Dawnkit. He was the oldest, biggest and strongest of his siblings.


    Growing up, he got along fine with both his family and his Clan. He was his siblings’ typical leader, being the biggest, though he wasn’t always nice to them, especially not to his brother, Dawnkit, but there wasn’t much tension between them otherwise. Nightkit was usually quite happy to play with others, especially his father, Moonwalker. The tom was often visiting his kits, while the mother would always escape to do something else whenever she had the chance to. At first, it didn’t seem like a problem to the kits, but that was soon to be changed.


    As they gained age, so their mother became a bit less involved in their kithood. She’d leave them under the care of other queens or their father, coming back occasionally and for a short amount of time. At five moons, the kits were old enough to realize something wasn’t right. The other queens noticed too, and the kits could often hear them talking about Sunseeker and ‘something being wrong with her’. However, to the Clan, the kits were still too young to get involved into business of the warriors, let alone leave the camp without their parents’ presence.


    It was a few nights after they noticed when at last their mother, Sunseeker, just before nightfall, took the three kits out of the nursery, and telling them to keep very quiet, lead them out of the camp. She didn’t take them too far; only to a small clearing in the forest, quite close to the camp. There, she told them to sit, and watch. As night began to form, she spoke softly to her only daughter: ‘This is your namesake, Duskkit. The last glimpse of light before the darkness awakens.’ No words were spoken by Duskkit, as she observed curiously the sky falling darker and darker. Yet, their mother still refused to let them leave.


    So they sat there. At moonhigh, Sunseeker spoke again. ‘This is your namesake, Nightkit. The dark in its highest and nothing to stop it.’ Nightkit, much like his sister, didn’t reply, hungry eyes staring at the moonlit, star-filled sky above. At last, as the night began to fade away, the sky gaining purple colours, slowly turning to pinks and blues, did his mother speak: ‘This is your namesake, Dawnkit. The light of the day pushing away the darkness.’ Dawnkit only smiled.


    It was then that they heard a loud, wild scream of a cat somewhere in the forest. Their mother snapped to her feet and told them to go back to the camp. The kits ran, tired from the lack of sleep, but their fear kept them going. Once in camp, they hopped into the nursery, shivering, shocked and scared. They waited. The camp was strangely empty of warriors, even though the Clan was awake, and there were no queens in the nursery present.


    Finally, cats began walking into the camp. The kits easily recognized the warriors from their own Clan, but it wasn’t until they saw what they were carrying that made them run out of the nursery and to the middle of the camp. Their father, Moonwalker, was no more. The kits yowled and cried, snuggling their father’s body, and no cat stopped them. They were all looking gloomy, and eventually, the leader was the only one brave enough to bring the kits even more gravy news.


    ‘Sunseeker was found next to Moonwalker’s body, covered in his blood. She killed her own mate and warrior of her own Clan. She has been exiled from the Clan.’


    ..:: The Present ::..


    Freshly made a warrior but a few moons ago, Nightwalker is still quite young, but that doesn't stop him from being a rather serious cat. He is not resentful, however, and can be very friendly if he wants to be. He finds having fun a bit harder than rest of the cats, but he can still share a few laughs with others here and there. Nightwalker is quite an average warrior, not having any sort of special skills in fighting or hunting.


    However, the tom is just a little bit different. While other cats swear to follow the Warrior Code no matter what, Nightwalker isn’t making such a big deal out of it. He’s always found his own believes more important than the Warrior Code. Although he finds it hard to make friends, once he does, he won’t let go. He’s not clingy, but he is a very loyal cat; whatever happens, if you befriended Nightwalker, he will follow you unto the death. The tom often tries to make others happy by either doing something he knows will please them, or even pretending to be someone different to what he actually is. Such behaviour has often caused him to be a bit miserable, feeling as if though he is cheating friendship, but he hasn’t stopped doing it anyway.


    Nightwalker also has a strong desire for a family. Despite this, he does not go openly looking for a mate, instead waiting patiently for the right she-cat to show up. The tom wants to love and be loved more than anything, as it is simply in his romantic nature.


    ..:: The Other ::..


    ~ Anything in italics or very small font is not to be counted into sentence count. ~
    ~ The order is different, but everything should be there. ~
    ~ His brother, Dawnseeker, already exists. Duskkit is coming up next. ~

  • The still dawn (Open to all)

    The tom nodded. "You can never have too many," he said rather cheerfully. Eventually, he stopped when they all reached a semi-large clearing. Clearly, Leafbare wasn't as harsh here as it has been elsewhere, for few plants were found here and there, making for comfortable places to sit on.


    "If you all don't mind, maybe we should stop here?" the tom suggested.

  • Meeting Up (PRIVATE!!!! DON'T LOOK HERE!!!!)

    The tom listened as she told him of her secret. He didn't interrupt, but there was clear disbelief in his face after a moment. Dream from Starclan? A normal cat? A loner?


    "I... see," he murmured eventually, then took a careful glance at the barn. "Well, shall we go and check, then?"

  • Moonfall - You asked for it

    Character Name: Moonfall
    Character Age: 23 moons
    Gender: Tom
    Alliance: Shadowclan
    Rank: Warrior
    Appearance(6 or more sentences): The tom has light brown pelt, with thick, but short fur. It is covered in dark, black stripes throughout his body. He has white chin, toes and the tip of his tail. Despite being short-furred, his ears still have quite an amount of hair inside of them, the colour being white. The tom has emerald green eyes. His whiskers are long, but few, white and thin. Even though he is a rather average-looking tabby, he doesn't have the typical 'M' marking on his forehead that most do.


    Personality(6 or more sentences): Moonfall is a rather happy tom. He's not very serious, but can be polite, especially when faced with strangers. He has a playful nature and can be bold with words, but he tries his best to be a bit more formal. He isn't hard to befriend, and actually finds making friends quite easy, especially considering his open personality. He's brave, friendly and most of the time laid-back about most things. Moonfall is rather an outgoing tom, so he doesn't really fit into the average Shadowclan stereotype.


    ]History(6 or more sentences): Moonfall was born in Shadowclan in the middle of Leafbare, with only one kit as his sibling. Unfortunately, that other kit died from cold, and so Moonkit (at the time) was left to grow up by himself. He was a cheerful kit, always eager to play or look for trouble, much like any other.


    When apprenticed, Moonpaw wasn't a very wise tom. He would often ignore his mentor's advice, not follow his orders and just mess around. It wasn't until he got himself in a troublesome situation of having to face an angry fox all by himself did he gain some brains. Luckily for him, a Shadowclan patrol was nearby, and the cats helped him to chase the fox away before the tom got too hurt. No major scars were left on his body, much to his relief.


    After that incident, Moonpaw was suddenly your most obedient apprentice, and other warriors would often make fun of him because of it, good-naturedly of course. Eventually, he has been made into a warrior, and with age, become a bit more relaxed again.


    Comments/Other: (Optional) Nope.
    Roleplay Sample: Done advanced bio before.

  • The still dawn (Open to all)

    The tom waited for the she-cats to sit down first, not wanting to take up a place himself in case there wouldn't be enough comfortable spaces to sit on. Instead of standing there though, he took a place on a slightly cold, but still suitable ground, wrapping his tail around his paws.


    "So," he began. "Any plans for later today?" he asked casually.

  • Dirty Little Secret {(Sun

    The calico observed as the tom looked at her for a moment, then told her he can't scent it. He even sniffed the ground, trying to find the scent, but apparently he didn't.


    "Oh..." the she-cat murmured, disappointment flooding over her. Of course, she didn't have a clue that the tom wasn't exactly telling the truth - she was convinced that he was. The scent was obviously strong, but still, she didn't see a reason for him to lie. "Your nose must be disabled," she commented casually, before turning to where the scent was coming from. Here goes nothing, she thought bitterly.


    The she-cat made a few careful steps towards where she thought the mouse was. Then, she crouched down and tried her best to quietly stalk closer to it. She could see the rodent already; it was sitting there, eating away at some poorly-looking seed, too busy yet to notice her. She licked her lips quietly, and neared only a step closer, before deciding to make a pounce for it.


    Naturally, the mouse was faster, and so it dodged her claws, scurrying away into the grass. The calico didn't even turn around to face the tom, simply standing there in all her embarassment and awkwardness. She couldn't look at him. No way. Nuh-uh. Nope.


    How humiliating!