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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]An uncertain pair of aquamarine optics darted around the snowy landscape, searching for anything, more so anyone, to help her. Hopefully her ginger pelt would help her stick out against the bright white of the snow, but the heavy limb dragging behind her lowered her back to well below the bank level. Nike had broken her back leg in a truly frightening exchange of emotions with her now rouge mate. No, not mate. Lover would be a more accurate term for the older tom who stole the poor girls heart. Regardless of that tom’s association to her, he was the cause behind her rather grotesque broken limb. Twisted and cracked, it would surely have to be amputated in the future.
Continuing her seemingly endless crusade through the cold, Nike paused to regain her breath. Behind her, a fresh trail of blood had accumulated. A frustrated huff escaped the felines lips as she trudged ahead once more. Would she die out here? Was this her bitter end? Meaningless thoughts flew through her head, shrouding her senses in a newfound state of panic. With a sharp look to her side, Nike rather loudly blurted out "Hello?! Anybody out there? Anyone at all?!"
[ ooc ] hope darkclan will end up being a good fit for nik <3
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]ooh, I’d love to have Nike be a distant relative to Mossflight! As of right now, Nike suffered memory loss so I’ve been looking for ways to expand on her relations :)
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]The constant crunch of the snow below her feet reminded Nike of her now maimed leg far too much. When the sounds of footsteps quickly neared her, she quickly turned to the noise, frightened that it might be the rouge she was trying to escape. Unsheathing the claws that still work, the ginger feline tried to quiet her breathing.
"There's no danger here, no need to feel threatened," That voice wasn’t the one she was expecting. It wasn’t crude and dismissive. It wasn’t harsh. It was concerned. "Do you need anything? This is DarkClan territory." DarkClan. The rouge had spoken of a place called ‘DarkClan’. He said they were spoiled cats who relied on one another to survive. It always puzzled Nike why relying on others was a bad thing.
Part of her wanted to turn tail and run like the rouge had said to do in this sort of situation. But part of her also wanted to stay. This was perhaps the first kind voice she’d heard since her mother’s years ago. Plus, screw the rouge and what he thought. Retracting her claws and raising her ears, Nike gave a big smile and started to limp closer to the group of cats who had neared. "Yeah, I could use a little bit of help!" she called out, starting to get out of breath from the cold. "My back leg here is a little beat up,” she purred quieter, motioning to her limp leg, "So if you could point me to anywhere I could get some help.. that would be nice.."
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NAME. Nike
NAME MEANING. Means 'victory' in Greek
NICKNAMES. Nike, N, NixSEXUALITY. Demi-romantic, asexual
SEX. Female
gender identity — femme
pronouns — she/herWRITTEN APPEARENCE.
like most skyclanners, cherry has a body built for tree-climbing.
[ x ] [ x ]
breed — maine coon mix
eyes — green
defying traits — shorter than breed standard, and shorter fur
scars — noneWRITTEN PERSONALITY.
↳ ENFJ-A "The Protagonist"growing up, cherry didn't really have any family. her mother died at birth, and her father wasn't a skyclanner, so the young kit didn't really have any sort of parental figure. cherry was always active, and talkative with the other kits, hanging out with them until bedtime. cherry never really learned any proper social skills until her apprenticeship, so as a kit the calico was quite rude and didn't think before she spoke. cherry is still rude and selfish, but now she's beginning to lean how to be accepting and see situations from both ends.
cherry isn't fond of loud and people who are constantly agressive, she finds them all tiring too be around so she does her best to avoid them. cherry speaks with a soft, and gentle tone, only raising her voice when it's necessary or she's uncontrollably excited. / wip
positive — cheerful. confident. perceptive. sociable.
neutral — absentminded. emotional. self-conscious. subjective.
negative — selfish. excitable. foolish. insulting. messy.LIKES.
DISLIKES
STRENGTHS.
WEAKNESSES.
fears —PARENTS.
cherrythornxx unknown — 1st gen
OTHER RELATIVES. unknown
RELATIONSHIP STATUS. single, currently uninterested
signifigant other —
children —EXTRA INFORMATION.
— cherry's mother died at birth, and she never knew her father
— her father is either a loner or from another clan, making cherry half-skyclan
— fast on her paws, slow during battles
— cherry isn't aware that she's half-clan, always assumed her father died before she was born
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]Cherrystar. What a rather interesting name. She'd never come upon a cat with that... specific of a name. Of the small number of cats she'd ever known, none of them had a name with two distinct words in it. Would everyone in this clan have a name like that? The questions buzzed in Nike’s head, keeping he content from speaking during the walk towards what she could only assume to be DarkClan’s camp.
Her leg had seemed to stop bleeding, mainly because of the ice starting to freeze around the wound. It slowed her down greatly— she wasn’t used to being slowed, or carrying around dead weight for that matter, and this leg was starting to get to her. She restlessly threw her head up, staring straight ahead at the path in front of her. The tom— Cherrystar —seemed stressed. Was it because of her? Nike couldn’t bear the thought of upsetting someone due to her mistakes.
As she continued to get lost in her thoughts, she almost missed their approach to the tunnels. Astonished by the intricacy of it, Nike paused to take in her surroundings. She twitched her ears, shaking some snow off the tips. With a sudden realization, the ginger fem realized that she forgot to introduce herself. She knew herself to be a ditz at times, but this was embarrassing. “I’m sorry, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name’s Nike.”
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]The orange fem was surprised to be greeted by cats as soon as she entered camp. This 'DarkClan' seemed to be the friendliest place she's ever been. Nike had always been esentric— whenever she'd meet someone new, she'd want to start talking and befriend them right then and there. Of course, she never was able to meet anyone without having them turn her back on her, so she wasn't too keen on having a repeat of that. Regardless, she trusted these cats. At least, she thought she did.
"Blackpaw andTatteredfur..." she murmured to herself, still getting used to the odd way the names rolled off her tongue. "Well, Blackpaw and Tatteredfur, my name is Nike! The feline flashed a large smile to the two before turning to Cherrystar to answer his question. "So how'd you end up out here anyway?" It was a hard question to answer, as she didn't really know herself. In a way she did, was like hell her stubborn ass would reveal what had happened to these cats. She may trust them, but they're complete strangers. "End out here?" she repeated, acting as if she was recalling how her accent had happened, "Well, I.. I was walking along a seemingly unused thunderpath, when suddenly a monster flew by and hit me! I was sent flying, and it screwed up my leg. I tried to call for help, but nobody came, so I tried to find help myself. And luckily, you found me before I could freeze to death" Although her statement was dark, Nike countinued to flash her white grin.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]Nike flashed a somewhat half-hearted grin in the calico's direction, slightly hurt by the mocking tone in which she had spoke, but still positive in her opinions of the feline. The red fem flicked her tail in farewell, following Cherrystar towards where she could only assume to be DarkClan's so-called Medicine Cat. Lowering the dead-weight of her leg onto the ground below her, Nike sat politely near the den, turning her attention to Cherrystar and his question. Did she have a place to go? She wasn't too certain. That was an issue for after her leg healed, but the tom's question couldn't wait until then. "Well, I'm working on it. I'll figure something out once I've healed, though. So no need to worry!"
//sorry for the late reply; i've been out of town ;P
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]despite her current situation, nike couldn't help but feel at peace with herself. sure, she was beaten up and bruised, and sure she might never walk on all four of her legs ever again, but oddly enough she refused to let those ‘minor’ issues hold her back. here she was, sitting outside of what she could only imagine to be a skilled healer who could attempt to help with her leg. a smile creeped over the ginger’s face as she took in the mummer of cats around her. this was a good place, and for the time being, it would be her home.
shifting her weight away from the maimed leg she was waiting to get looked at, nik closed her eyes and imagined what this healer she was waiting for might look like. would they be youthful and sweet, or maybe aged yet wise, or simply bitter and cold? there were so many different outcomes, it almost phased her into worry. she pushed that anxiety aside; if this healer would be like the leader she had met earlier, nik wouldn’t have anything to worry about.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]a smile spread across nike's lips as thrushmumble hurried out of his den. she couldn't help but notice that he was stressed. was it about her? no, he seemed to be stressed before he caught sight of her leg. nik hobbled back a few steps, a bit surprised by the tom's mumbling. that must be why he's called thrush'mumble'. as he finished speaking, the ginger fem managed to hop into the den and onto the nest he had spoken of. nik took a minute to remember what quite happened, taking a breath to collect her thoughts. "well, the pain would have to be my leg. as you can see, it's quite messed up. the cause? err--" she stammered for a moment, trying to remember her story, "i got hit by a monster. and it's been... a few hours. it was well before sunrise when i got hit"
[ ooc ] no worries!
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]hey guys so nik's offically joined darkclan for the time being, so anyone up for plots with her?
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nik would be happy to talk to someone else with injuries.i'm a bit busy at the moment, so could you make?
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]her leg was healing a bit, but the fear of losing it still hung in the front of her mind. so nike set out around camp, trying her best to adapt to walking on three legs, all while trying not to messy up the delicate cobwebs wrapped around the most of her injury. she hadn't been in darkclan long, but the scent of a clanmate versus a newcomer such as herself was quite different, so when the scent of what seemed to be a loner escaped from one of the makeshift dens on the side of the camp, nik was immediately intrigued.
the ginger fem hobbled towards the smell, forgetting to ask permission before jutting her head through the low-hanging entryway. "heeelllo? is anybody in here?" she tried her best to stay quiet, not wanting to wake anyone who might be snoozing in the den. when her eyes finally adjusted to the change of lighting, the figure sitting pretty much in front of her was clearly visible. "oh gosh, i'm sorry! did i wake you? no you're sitting up straight, so you couldn't have been woken up..." her rambling filled the den before she stopped to take a breath, "wait, what den is this? you're obviously not a part of the clan – you smell way too different to be a darkclan cat – so, why are you alone in here?"
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]"wait, they're making you go through trials to get into the clan? like the apprentices have too?" nik was certainly surprised by the toms words. had they always had trials for newcomers? no, she'd just recently been taken in and nothing of that sort was mentioned. a ginger blurb sprinted out of the den, returning minute later with a plump vole. she placed it down in front of the tom, resting back on her haunches. gazing up with bright blue eyes, she asked a purely innocent question. "so, if you're not a loner, but you're also not a member of the clan, what are you?
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