Posts by "Nightflower."

youth. For most, it was the best part of ones lifetime. For Ivypaw,this wasn't the case. Only seven months old, and already her small figure was riddled with bruises and scars; caused by clumsy accidents and bullying equally. Her timid nature left her an outcast, constantly feeling awkward and frightened when she should have felt comfortable and at home. Thunderclan wasn't really home... but her family was. Despite her... uniqueness, despite her paranoia and her 'accidents', her family had always been there. So she had stayed. She had done her best to keep up appearances, done her best to help her clanmates and her family, done all she could to keep her sanity. And she was still trying, even to this day.

It was these dark feelings that the sweet young feline was bottling up as she padded into camp, two small mice dangling from her pale jaws. Watery green eyes glanced around warily, her ears held back and her body low, lithe figure trembling ever so slightly in nervousness. There was no real reason for this anixety she felt, the bullies had long given up on picking on her, and it wasn't as if she was surrounded by enimes or strangers. But she couldn't help but worry over the slightest thing that could go wrong. Shaking her head, the tabby would set her prey in the small pile, eyes flicking up to the sky for a moment, gazing up at the cloud dappled sky, the afternoon sunlight shinning down on her soft pelt. So far, nothing had gone wrong... maybe today would be a good day after all?

Except, in that brief moment, she wasn't watching her paws. And in that brief moment, she didn't notice the sharp rock in her path. One moment her day was fine; and the next? Chaos. A soft yet sharp screech would pierce the air as the jagged piece for rubble dug into her soft paw pad, immediately breaking the delicate skin of her forepaw. Tears filled her gaze and she'd let out a surprised hiss, immediately shifting her weight to take a look at the damage. She immediately regretted her decision. A jagged cut was easily seen on her pale pink pad, crimson blood already pooling around the rough black object and beginning to drip down her pawpad.

As she shut her eyes and flattened her ears against the nausea she felt at the sight of the blood, she couldn't help but wonder aloud, "Why always me?"She'd whimper faintly, crouching down low and cradling her injured paw to her chest as she fought back tears. She refused to cry, to give the world the satisfaction of seeing her break down... she would not cry, not this time at least. she'd settle for whimpering, before managing a soft cry for medical help. She couldn't even stand to look at it, just the thought of blood making the pacifist want to throw up her lunch. "C-can someone get a medicine cat please?" she'd say with a clearly cracking voice, wincing at how pathetic she sounded. She should have been used to this by now, as she had an accident nearly every day.

"Speech."

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— positive traits 5 positive traits

— neutral traits 5 neutral traits

— negative traits 5 negative traits

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Blushing furiously beneath her creamy pelt, she'd blink open one eye, carefully avoiding taking any more looks at the injury. Taking a few calming breaths, the oriental mix would laugh softly in nervous embarrassment, tilting her head to the side as she peered at her two siblings. "Y-yeah... i'll be fine... i just need to be more careful i guess," She'd say, feeling quite ashamed that she'd had yet another incident.

As lightning-paw criticized her siblings way f handling the situation, she'd feel her pelt bristle with unease. She didn't want them to argue over this, she really wasn't worth it. Besides, she knew well that her sisters loved her, they just had a slightly awkward way of showing it. After all, accidents and injuries happened often to Ivy, and even she was frustrated with the frequency of her incidents. Sighing tiredly, she'd shake her head. "It's fine, honestly..." she'd meow, before hauling herself onto her three good paws. Wincing, she'd begin to limp towards the medicine cats den, pointedly keeping her eyes held forwards as she tried her best not to even think about the blood steadily dripping from her paw... oh gods, now she was nauseous again!

"Speech."

Ivypaw had been up long before the sun, having always enjoyed walks in the cool air during the short window of time that was sunrise. And afterwards, she'd decided to go hunting, wanting to polish up her skills. Since the pacifist found it hard to even think about blood, her kills were always the cleanest in the clan, usually just a snapped neck to end the creatures life in the nicest way possible. Today, she carried two small mice, looking perfectly unharmed save for the awkward angle of their small heads, her jaws delicately wrapped around their tails. Dropping them in the pile, she'd hesitantly make her way over to her sisters and Nightflower, wary gaze glancing around to make sure no one was sneaking up on her. She had always been quite paranoid, and while it helped keep her safe, sometimes it came out at the worst times, such as when she was safe in the midst of the camp, and someone startled her. Shaking these thoughts away, she'd give a hesitant smile in the girls direction, pausig on the edge of the group as her fluffy tail flicked. "Good morning..."

"Speech."

— AND IN YOUR MAN-MADE DARK

NAME, NICKNAMES; Nightkit Nightpaw Nightflower | Constellation "Conner" Nightshade [human au]

GENDER, PRONOUNS; Male [he/him]

SEXUALITY; homosexual homoromantic

AGE, AGING RATE; 03 months

AFFILIATION, RANK; Traditional Darkclan/Windclan kit

FAMILY;

- NPC x NPC; kittypet x clan cat; clan-born; only child

- is the dual reincarnation of Falconkit [twilightpaw x eaglepaw] and Flowerkit [cherrystar x quinn] so has spiritual relations to

- no significant other; no children

A long legged tom with glossy black fur so dark it almost looks blue in the light and large gold eyes.

trope trope trope

personality here

AESTHETICS; stars, night time, flowers, black, dark blues, white, gold, freckles, knowledge, innocence, constellations,

"He counts the stars and calls them all by name"

"Meet me at midnight in the forest of my dreams. We'll make a fire and count the stars that shimmer above the trees."

"On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered."

"Only in the darkness can you see the stars"

"I have loved the stars to fondly to be afraid of the night"

"Stars in your eyes"

"Sometimes i sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that i am."

"Stars, hide your fires. Let not light see my black and deep desires."

"Of course i feel to much, i'm a universe of exploding stars"

"But i love you so much more than just to the moon and back"

"I just want someone who likes to look at the stars just as much as i do."

PLAYLIST; answer

FUTURE PLOTS; answer

— THE LIGHT INSIDE YOU DIED

— DARKNESS DARKNESS EVERYWHERE

NAME, NICKNAMES; Nightkit Nightpaw Nightflower

GENDER, PRONOUNS; Male [he/him]

SEXUALITY; homosexual homoromantic

AGE, AGING RATE; 03 months; ages on the 30th

AFFILIATION, RANK; Traditional Windclan kit

FAMILY;

- NPC x NPC; kittypet x clan cat; clan-born; only child

- is the dual reincarnation of Falconkit [twilightpaw x eaglepaw] and Flowerkit [cherrystar x quinn] so has spiritual relations to

- no significant other; no children

A long legged tom with glossy black fur so dark it almost looks blue in the light and large gold eyes.

personality here

AESTHETICS; stars, night time, flowers, black, dark blues, white, gold, freckles, knowledge, innocence, constellations,

"He counts the stars and calls them all by name"

"Meet me at midnight in the forest of my dreams. We'll make a fire and count the stars that shimmer above the trees."

"On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered."

"Only in the darkness can you see the stars"

"I have loved the stars to fondly to be afraid of the night"

"Stars in your eyes"

"Sometimes i sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that i am."

"Stars, hide your fires. Let not light see my black and deep desires."

"Of course i feel to much, i'm a universe of exploding stars"

"But i love you so much more than just to the moon and back"

"I just want someone who likes to look at the stars just as much as i do."

PLAYLIST; answer

FUTURE PLOTS; answer

— DO YOU FEEL ALONE

^{AND IN YOUR MAN MADE DARK THE LIGHT INSIDE YOU DIED —}

^{Nightkit had always felt at home on the moors, the open sky above his head occupying his thoughts most days. unlike most of his surroundings, there was something about the stars that had always felt knowing, comforting, calming - loving even; as if they knew him as well as he knew them. he'd spent many a night outside the nursery, settled on a flat rock and staring up at the glittering constellations overhead. His vivd gold eyes would follow the horizon, his fluffy pelt rippling as the cool breeze brushed soothingly against his pelt. Finally his gaze came to rest upon what he'd been searching for, a single large star with a smaller one close by. Polaris - the north star. His mother- may she rest upon the stars - had taught him that one the very same day she'd passed away. It was all he could remember about her, not even her name had remained in his memories from such a young age. His father had never been around, he was off living his own happy little kittypet life. It had always just been him, and Nightkit was fine with that. He didn't need a family, the stars and the night and the darkness and the plants were his family, and he had the clan too. Life was good.}

^"Speech."            

^{AND IN YOUR MAN MADE DARK THE LIGHT INSIDE YOU DIED —}

^{For a moment, nightkit didn't respond. like the stars, there was something oddly familiar about the tom, a faint sense of dejavu if you would. though he'd seen easlespirit around the camp, he knew that this was not why he felt that way. what the true reason was for this feeling he'd probably never know, but he'd keep in the back of his mind for now. "Yeah... the stars are quite beautiful tonight."}

^{The stars were always beautiful, each so unique, yet together they made a shimmering, glowing, beautiful mass that could sooth anyones' woes. as chip padded over, the small tom would give a weak yet gentle smile, his reserved nature fighting against his polite and more well mannered side - resulting in a soft smile while wide eyes were quite wary. "Perhaps you could teach me them sometime," he'd mumur, gaze flicking back up to the sky once more.}

^{Paw-steps and momentary silence alerted him to morningfrost's presence, and after a moment he'd simply nod once the tom had finally spoken. yes, the stars truly were beautiful.}

^"Speech."            

^{tags + storage + plot}

^{AND IN YOUR MAN MADE DARK THE LIGHT INSIDE YOU DIED —}

^{step, step, couch, leap - twist, land. it looked simple, easy, like even a kit could learn the simple battle move. and so nightkit had attempted it. once, twice, thrice - and still, he could not get it down. Was he simply to small for it? no, he was big for his age so it could't have been that. frusttrated, the small tom would let out a growl, pacing the small patch of smooth grass he'd found in camp it was a good spot to practice tricks like this, so long as he actually managed to do them.}

^{pushing down the frustration that filled his mind and body, he'd take another deep breath. left forepaw forward, right forepaw back, haunches taught, and - JUMP! gold eyes narrowed he'd do as his mind instructed him, and as soon as all four paws were in the air he twisted, sleek pelt rippling as his muscles moved. once he was in mid-ar, he once again streatched his forelegs, front paws touhing as his lithe body streatched, and it was with shock filled pride that he managed to twist his hindlegs so thathis body was now perpendicular to his original position, and large paws landed on the ground with a soft thump and only a slight stumble.}

^{he'd done it! he'd finally done it! an excited and mildly out of character squeal of happiness escaped his maw, a few giggles and pants following it. Now all he needed to do was keep practicing it until he got it down perfectly! that was likely how his clanmates would find him, the young kit leaping and tiwsting and landing over and over again until he no longer stumbled, until he no longer landed face-first, until his movements were smooth and slick, as if he'd always known how to do this.}

^"Speech."