Post by Silverstar on Aug 2, 2006 5:33:50 GMT -5
Name:Nightclaw
Age:Thirty moons (A little over two years)
Gender:Tom
Rank:Warrior
Clan:Riverclan
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Description:Handsome tom with yellow eyes. Long, shiny black pelt, that almost reaches the ground. He has black whiskers and well as claws. His unnusual black claws are long and sharp, and pure black. Thus his name. The yellow orbs of his eyes are peircing, and always attract attention. There is a long, V-shaped nick in his right ear, caused by a feirce battle for his life when he was an apprentice. His teeth are colored like pure ebony and are as sharp as dogs teeth, if not sharper.
Personality:Nightclaw is an ambitious, feirce cat. He would never betray his clan, but has dreams of a future as leader. He is somtimes reckless, and thinks the solution to every problom is fighting. He would die for his clan without question, and is feircly loyal to his mate Mosspelt.
History:Nightclaw was born a rouge cat, brought to the clan by his mother when he was six moons old. He was not excited about leaving his life as a free cat, doing whatever he pleased, but grudgingly accepted training as an Riverclan apprentice. The most ambitious cat in the clan, Redclaw, trained him, and taught him the wonders and glorys of being a clan cat. He also taught him that being leader was the best thing that could happen to a clan cat. Shortly after he became a warrior, the Riverclan deputy died in battle. Redclaw had been furious when he had not been chosen as deputy, because he was one of the strongest, most experienced warriors in the clan. Redclaw had tried to kill the leader, and Nightclaw had attacked him and killed him. He earned a new respect from the Riverclan cats, and a fear. Some still think that he is like his mentor was, bound to try to kill his clanmates one day, and so Nightclaw does not have many friends.
IC:Redclaw entered the leaders den softly, unheard. He could make out the sleeping shape of the Riverclan leader in the dim light of the den, and gave a silent growl. Revenge. That was what he wanted. He rocked on his haunches, and prepared to spring on his leader. Suddently a black ball of fur whirled into the den, and sprang onto Redclaw's back. It was Nightclaw. Nightclaw held onto the large tom, his claw usheathed, digging into the thick red pelt of his advesary. Redclaw twisted free and lept onto the Riverclan leader. The leader woke with a start, and let out an angry yowl at the attacking cat. But Redclaw had the leader pinned, and was going for a killing bite to the throught, when suddently he went limp. His eyes rolled into his head and glazed over. The body of Redclaw fell to the ground, lifeless. Behind it was Nightclaw. His mouth was stained with Redclaw's blood, where Nightclaw had sunk his teeth into the back of his former mentors neck, snapping the spine with his powerful jaws, a trick Redclaw had taught him himself.
Other:Nightclaw's motto is loyalty first, and he hates rouges and loners, because of how his mother just abandened him when he was young.
Pass:Terra
Age:Thirty moons (A little over two years)
Gender:Tom
Rank:Warrior
Clan:Riverclan
Picture(Optional):
Description:Handsome tom with yellow eyes. Long, shiny black pelt, that almost reaches the ground. He has black whiskers and well as claws. His unnusual black claws are long and sharp, and pure black. Thus his name. The yellow orbs of his eyes are peircing, and always attract attention. There is a long, V-shaped nick in his right ear, caused by a feirce battle for his life when he was an apprentice. His teeth are colored like pure ebony and are as sharp as dogs teeth, if not sharper.
Personality:Nightclaw is an ambitious, feirce cat. He would never betray his clan, but has dreams of a future as leader. He is somtimes reckless, and thinks the solution to every problom is fighting. He would die for his clan without question, and is feircly loyal to his mate Mosspelt.
History:Nightclaw was born a rouge cat, brought to the clan by his mother when he was six moons old. He was not excited about leaving his life as a free cat, doing whatever he pleased, but grudgingly accepted training as an Riverclan apprentice. The most ambitious cat in the clan, Redclaw, trained him, and taught him the wonders and glorys of being a clan cat. He also taught him that being leader was the best thing that could happen to a clan cat. Shortly after he became a warrior, the Riverclan deputy died in battle. Redclaw had been furious when he had not been chosen as deputy, because he was one of the strongest, most experienced warriors in the clan. Redclaw had tried to kill the leader, and Nightclaw had attacked him and killed him. He earned a new respect from the Riverclan cats, and a fear. Some still think that he is like his mentor was, bound to try to kill his clanmates one day, and so Nightclaw does not have many friends.
IC:Redclaw entered the leaders den softly, unheard. He could make out the sleeping shape of the Riverclan leader in the dim light of the den, and gave a silent growl. Revenge. That was what he wanted. He rocked on his haunches, and prepared to spring on his leader. Suddently a black ball of fur whirled into the den, and sprang onto Redclaw's back. It was Nightclaw. Nightclaw held onto the large tom, his claw usheathed, digging into the thick red pelt of his advesary. Redclaw twisted free and lept onto the Riverclan leader. The leader woke with a start, and let out an angry yowl at the attacking cat. But Redclaw had the leader pinned, and was going for a killing bite to the throught, when suddently he went limp. His eyes rolled into his head and glazed over. The body of Redclaw fell to the ground, lifeless. Behind it was Nightclaw. His mouth was stained with Redclaw's blood, where Nightclaw had sunk his teeth into the back of his former mentors neck, snapping the spine with his powerful jaws, a trick Redclaw had taught him himself.
Other:Nightclaw's motto is loyalty first, and he hates rouges and loners, because of how his mother just abandened him when he was young.
Pass:Terra