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Nightclaw18 wrote:

---hallowween|son of blackops and dustsky

Username: Nightclaw18

Display Name: Nightclaw

Activity: 9/10

Muse: Depends. Hopefully a 7/10 or a 8/10

Name of kit: Hallowkit-Hallowpaw-Hallowween

Gender: Tom

Appearance: If you look out at the night sky, and despite what your mum tells you, you really think the stars are perched on a blanket of shadow-black, that is the colour of Hal. Like the shadow creatures under your bed at night, he lurks around, unnoticed by night. By day, his fur is a very, very dark grey, but he can blend in with the shade like any shadow master could. His eyes are usually closed, like he's in prayer, but they'd blow his cover. They're a bright hazel, like hazelnuts, and they glow like stars. He's tall, but not incredibly handsome, yet, he finds that she-cats swoon over him. His tail is a bob tail since a horrid accident when he was little, and he usually thinks it's his 'bad spot'. His face is sort of pointed, and it looks calm and warm, yet, when he opens his mouth, his eyes turn dark and he doesn't even get to say a word because the cat is shivering. His legs are tall and his paws are quite large, enemies fearing the size of his claws. He's quite lithe, yet, you can see his shoulder muscles rippling and he's really strong.

Personality: Hal is quiet, but he likes to chat. He's not very social, but he's a decent, normal cat that most BloodClanners are. Yes, he loves to taunt kittypets, and he hates them, but which cat doesn't. He's stubborn an strict, and he likes to feel in charge. Yes, he'd agree in a flash to become leader of any Clan. Hal isn't super sweet, but he tries to stay calm and work things out quickly. Yes, he's not slow, and he's not a very good thinker. He likes his family and friends and is very loyal to his Clan, always risking himself for everyone. He can easily bring up a challenge, in which he'd choose fighting, and he'd always win, literally. He's not the one to boast, but he always thinks about other cats, if they had the power of him. He's mysterious and disappears to a little coven dipped deep in the forest where no cat will see him. Hal is all this and this is all Hal.

Why do you want this kit?: This is the same as asking, "Why do you want to have this kit?" (lol). So, I'd love Hal like my other HP-related babies and I wouldn't dare torture him, because I'm a nice roleplayer, and I hate seeing my kitties get hurt. My muse is high in most Clans, but I need muse ASAP in BloodClan, so this would be a great oppotunity. Thank you for my reasons and I hope you pick me.

Plot Ideas: In a nearby forest from the desert of BloodClan, his little place is where he loves and treasures. A beautiful she-cat will come in, and they'll love each other at first sight. Hal is confused by these feelings, but he true-fully tells her and they have little kitties and live happily ever after.

Hal has a power. Telepathy. He has no clue how to use it, and he ends up hurting someone, and to get their mind off it, they dig into a pile of catnip and the kitten fairy comes and uses her spell on them. He is so sorry and wants to cry, but the she-cat surprisingly doesn't mind and she says she had a slight crush on him anyway.

Roleplay Sample: It was quiet. The moon shone in the sky and most of the cats had journeyed to the Gathering. Hal was too tired, and he curled his tail around him as a cold breeze with hot, golden sand flooded into the den. Opening his eyes, he winced as if he walked from a dark room into the sun. The moonlight and the starshine were invincible. NightClan was showing that they owned the night. He dipped his head as the stars twinkled and headed off, in the direction of the forest. The large pine trees opened ahead and he sighed, his black paws aching. Flexing his claw, he padded through the ferns and noted a difference. A small thistle bush, which safely covered his coven, wasn't there. And sure enough, some trees had red cross on them. He ignored the bubbling feeling of nerves and headed in. The soft, damp covering was still there and curled his tail around him, twitching his ears to the sound of prey. He couldn't resist. Snapping a twig, he snarled quietly and noticed a holly bush was squealing and rustling. Creeping fowards, he leaped and twisted the neck of whatever creature he'd caught. A plump vole. How decent! He ate it for a while and when the shade of dark pink made the sky illuminate in a series of reds, pinks and oranges, he padded across the heating-up desert and into camp, like he'd never gone.

Other/Notes: Blacksky Dustops

Finished?: Yes

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