// might drop outta this rp. been waiting for weeks for a reply. -.-"
// UPDATE: Its been about nine weeks now. NINE. And no reply. This THREAD is even dying.
Posts by _Midnight_
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[/fancypost]Just take it from those who you dangle on a string
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battle :: 7/10
hunting :: 5/10
tracking :: 7/10
stealth :: 9/10
swimming :: 2/10
climbing :: 4/10
[size=9px]Physical Skill[/size]
strength 6/10
speed 7/10
endurance 5/10
accuracy 4/10
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bulk/weight :: 5/10
height :: 4/10
flexibility :: 8/10
balance :: 7/10
agility :: 9/10
reflexes :: 9/10
[size=9px]Hunting Skill[/size]
river prey :: 2/5
flying prey :: 3/5
woodland prey :: 4/5
mountain prey :: 4/5
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leadership - 7/10
battle tactics - 8/10
observation - 4/10
intelligence - 8/10
patience - 3/10
maturity - 7/10
cunning - 6/10
focus - 9/10
mental strength - 7/10
social ability - 7/10
mentoring ability - 2/10
experience - 6/10
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[/fancypost][size=20pt]➳ Midnight[/size]
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Midnight - Midnight - Midnight
Midnight ⇥ She was born with a pelt so black, her mother felt it was only necessary to name her after the time the sky is darkest.CHARACTER AGE::
Sixteen moons
December ⇥ 21
Zodiac Sign ⇥ SagittariusCHARACTER ALLEGIANCE::
Witherclan
rank ⇥ None/Rouge
desired rank ⇥ Warrior, and perhaps someday.. deputy?[hr]
[hr]CHARACTER AFFILIATION::
Unknown x Unknown
litter-mates ⇥ Deceased/Unknown
other siblings ⇥ Deceased/Unknown
extended family ⇥ Unknown
friends ⇥ None
rivals ⇥ Anyone who stands in her way (may change??)CHARACTER HISTORY::
a look into the past...
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Midnight was born on a cold, snowy night in the harsh of winter. Her mother was thin, weak, and on the verge of starving. As her mother could not hunt, her father had to. He would eat most of what he caught, only throwing scraps her way. If her mother spoke out towards the unfairness of the meal split, she would be scratched, bit, and beaten. He blamed her for everything. Midnight's mother gave birth one night in a small clearing to four kittens. Her father, seeing the kittens' frail bodies barely clinging onto life, was infuriated. He yelled at Midnight’s mother, biting and scratching her, blaming her for birthing such weak, unhealthy kits. Leaving her on the verge of death, he ran off into the forest, never to be seen again. Midnight’s mother cried, seeing all her kits bodies sprawled in the dirt. She thought they were all dead, until one started mewling desperately, cold and hungry. The kit was black like the midnight sky, so her mother named her accordingly. Midnight’s mother allowed her only surviving kit to nurse, drinking the small amount of milk she could offer. Snuggled close, they drifted into sleep. The next day, they were both still alive, and lived out a rouge life for 12 moons. One night, while Midnight was waiting for her mother to return, a bloodcurdling scream could be heard. Her mother's. Midnight ran into the dark forest, seeing her mother lying dead in a pool of her own blood. She was heartbroken. She cried by her mother’s side, desperately trying to warm up her mother's corpse, as to not feel so lonely. She cried and cried, until she fell asleep, exhausted. The next day, Midnight's pelt was stained with blood and tears. She began to take care of herself, a fierce anger building up within her. Towards her father, towards the world. Many moons later, Midnight was found by other cats doing a patrol for their camp. Midnight was thin, and her pelt showed her t muscles and empty stomach. They took her in and fed her, letting her sleep the night in the camp. The next day she officially joined the clan, ready to begin her new life.[hr]
[hr]CHARACTER PERSONA::
overview ⇥personality traits here
PERSONALITY
Midnight can is mischievous and flirtatious. She spends most of her time hunting or patrolling. In the camp, she mostly keeps to herself. When the time of battle comes, Midnight is most active. She will pour her whole being into a good, bloody battle. If she had to, she would fight to her dying breath.
LIKES
Battle, bloodshed, flirting, hunting, patrolling, and, sometimes, a nice gentle nap.
DISLIKES
Losing, being disrespected, being rejected.
STRENGTHS
Her strong muscles, her sharp claws.
WEAKNESSES
Sometimes may not think things throughCHARACTER LOVE LIFE::
Single
sexuality ⇥ Bisexual
love interest ⇥ To be determined
mate ⇥ None
offspring ⇥ None
past relationships ⇥ None
turn-ons ⇥ Strength, bravery, boldness, fierceness.
turn-offs ⇥ Weak, cowardliness, shyness, awkwardness[hr]
[hr]CHARACTER FINALS::
to wrap things up...
other ⇥ might be added onto later
[size=8]plot ideas ⇥ I have some pretty intense ones, to be discussed later.[/justify][/fancypost]
[size=5pt](c) DӨM.
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Midnight padded out of the warriors den, yawning and stretching. "Mm.. What a nice nap," She mewed to herself. She sat near the entrance of the den, grooming herself and listening to the happenings in the clan.
(Sorry, not a lot, but my posts wont always be this short.)
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//Sure!
Looking around the camp, Midnight noticed a she-cat who, much like herself, was not talking to anyone. Okay, good impressions, Midnight. Remember. She told herself, padding towards the she-cat. "Hi. I'm.. Uh, my name is... Well- Cats call me Midnight.."
Great job Midnight. That. Was. A terrible way to introduce yourself. Midnight thought to herself, after her awkward introduction. -
Not expecting the sharp reply, Midnight was taken aback. Who did this shecat think she was? Midnight prepared to lash out a harsh reply, but she understood she was at a huge disadvantage. She grit her teeth to keep her anger from spilling. Midnight sighed when the wave of anger subsided, examining the shecat. Noticing the huge scar, Midnight let out a small gasp, but quickly recomposed herself, standing straight. "Uh-" Midnight immediately lost her composure trying to speak. She cleared her throat. Should I just leave her alone? Just turn and walk right back into the den, right now? Ugh... No. I cant.. She thought to herself. "How are you?" Midnight said, trying to ignore all her slip-ups.
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Midnight traced Willowtrees gaze. "The forest is nice, huh?" She mewed gently. Midnight tried to ignore Willowtree's almost hostile stance, but her small fear was visible. Why am I afraid...? I came here. I knew the dangers. Why am I afraid?! Ive told myself so many times I wouldnt be. I wont be. I cant be. Oh gosh.. This is almost disgraceful.. Midnight thought to herself, digging her long claws into the ground they stood on.
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Midnight didnt know anything about this shecat, but she trusted her immediately. She shuffled slightly towards him. "Oh, yeah. Everything is fine. I was just introducing myself to.. Uh... This kind shecat. Im Midnight." She said, looking at the shecat.