Post by ( LOST ) on Aug 25, 2011 2:39:26 GMT -5
. they call me NIGHTPAW!
Name:
-- Nightpaw.
Age:
-- Eight moons.
Gender:
-- Tom.
Rank:
-- Apprentice.
Clan:
-- Thunderclan.All I can say, is that this boy is still the same,
It's the man inside that's changed.
Short Appearance:
-- Lanky ebony tom with vivid green hues.
Detaile Appearance:
-- Ink black in color, Nightpaw can slither through the shadows undetected. He carries the scent of SunClan, emerald green eyes glistening of the leaves. His medium size allows him to move about on steady paws, rather than blundering about like a badger. He's not as swift as those smaller cats, but carries growing power in his lethal paws.
Almost a mirror opposite of his sibling, Whitepaw, Nightpaw is onyx black in color. Sharing his sibling's emerald green eyes. The tom is slightly larger than the white she cat, but certainly not as headstrong. There isn't a speck of another shade on that black pelt, simple dark as a raven's wing.
Personality:
-- The tom is your typical apprentice, and just like any other, one might imagine. As most eccentric apprentices would be, Nightpaw has many sides and angles to his personality. Typically, the shadow warrior is calm, gentle, and seemingly at ease. When training is called into question, the tom is all eyes and ears. He takes such tasks extremely seriously and willingly works his paws to blood and bone, so long as his mentor is pleased. Nightpaw is a crowd pleaser, not to say he's a 'class clown', or someone who always demands the lime light. In fact, quite the opposite. He strives to be the best of the best, yet competition is of little matter to the tom. He aims to befriend and make everyone happy.
Somewhere in all those efforts to make everyone else happy; however, Nightpaw loses himself. Typically, the tom is always 'the best friend'. He's that shoulder to lean on, and voice to confide in. The apprentice is extremely protective, especially when it comes to family. He likes to think of himself as optimistic, light hearted, but falls a little short of the draw line. Nightpaw tends to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, he's only an apprentice, yet he understands and is troubled by the world around him. The tom always seems to be filled with questions and troubles, yet he will never voice such concerns, and plague the minds of others with his own thoughts of paranoia.
Nightpaw is comfortable with who he is. He'd willing talk the ear off of anyone who would stop to listen. Yet his is leery of others, mostly those concerning the others clans, or those that have become new to his life. But as earlier stated, he is easily befriended, and tends to be even tempered when it comes to the mishaps of others. Nightpaw is mild mannered and has learned to hold his tongue or face the consequences. Most of this is due to the apprentice's only sibling, and the terror of his life: Whitepaw. Unlike he, his sister has rebellious and daredevil-ish in nature. She knows exactly how to pluck at those tiny little heart strings to have Nightpaw dancing at the tips of her paw. The tom puts up with Whitepaw and her shenanigans, and offers her the voice of reason when called for. She does not always listen, and perhaps this is where that protective nature sprouts. Nonetheless, Nightpaw takes on life as it is handed to him. He is extremely loyal to his home and those who thrive in it. The apprentice is strong willed and determined, yet he lacks confidence in his skills as a warrior despite the fact there is nothing to fear.
History:
-- Nightpaw had the regular upbringing of any clan cat, so there's nothing really uniquely awesome to mention about his past. He was born into the very heart of Stormclan, the eldest and only son of two young lovers and loyal warriors. The tom was born on a frosty autumn day as it began to make it's leave from the mighty clans and introduce the wicked winter that followed. Among he that was born to that small litter, came a little she-kit. She was smaller than Nightkit had been, but not by much. Unlike the shadowy kit, Whitekit was notorious to her name, and pure white in colour. It seemed right off the get-go, these two were destined to be polar opposites.
Life in the nursery proceeded as normal. Nightkit nor Whitekit never really knew their father all too well, as the valiant warrior's life was stripped of him when they were but a moon old. Nonetheless, the kits' personalities began to develop, slowly be surely. Nightkit was a mommy's boy, so to stay. He always stuck to his mothers side and seemed to get much joy from watching the happenings of the camp, or trekking to the elders den for some intense tales of the past. Whitekit seemed to have other pass-times in mind. Unlike her brother, she was adventurous. Watching the patrols leave and enter camp simply wasn't enough, Whitekit wanted to learn the world around her. More than once, the young she-kit attempted to get as far away from the camp or nursery that she could possibly manage. And more than once, did she find herself under discipline's paw.
As the duo grew older, not much changed. By the time they had reached the age of six moons, their mother would be heading back to the warriors den. Now, Nightkit and Whitekit had a different life to live. They would graduate to the apprentices den and earned their names as Nightpaw and Whitepaw. The onyx apprentice has long since abandoned the life as a kit, watching the happenings of camp, and indulging in the elder's stories. He works hard now, striving to reach that long awaited warrior ceremony and the glory that follows.If I don't return from this life of a soldier,
Don't you be crying for me.
Family:
-- Whitepaw - sister - alive.
Darkshadow - father - deceased.
Rosepetal - mother - deceased.When you come around,
You're like a little slice of heaven when I'm coming down.
Username:
-- Lost!
Why Did You Join LUTD?:
-- Stegosaurus.
Themesong:
-- All these things that i've done - the killers.
Other:
-- Bah!