Post by | COMRADE | on Jul 29, 2009 9:48:54 GMT -5
Name:
Nightfur.
Age:
98 Moons.
Gender:
Male.
Clan:
ThunderClan.
Rank:
Elder.
Picture:
Click.
Appearance:
In his youth, Nightfur was once a midnight black tom with beautiful thick fur and piercing green eyes. As he grew older, and even older still, age started taking away from his young appearance. His fur began to turn an elderly dark white, and white spots flecked his muzzle. His eyes clouded as the curse of getting old took over him. Now, he is thin and frail looking, his pelt sticking to bones while the remainder of his life is sapped away, day after day. It won't be long before he joins his parents in StarClan. Nightfur's eyes are cloudy and his sight is so dim he can hardly see what is in front of him. But despite that, his ears are as strong as they once were when he was in his prime. Nightfur's fur, once a thick, medium-length pelt is now a thin, short trim, almost wiry to the touch. He has huge paws, and a very long tail. Where he once had thick muscle it is now clinging to his body. There are black tints to his gray fur that remind him of what he once looked like.
His pelt has a few distinguishable markings that show what he once looked like to anyone that saw him. On his shoulders, several tufts of fur stick up, all black while around it is gray. Down the centre of his back is a straight line of fur that is a midnight black color, and splitting from the sides are stripes that mark his old pelt. His tail is mostly a ragged gray, with tufts sticking out and even some tufts missing from his pelt. Most of his fur has died from old age. His fur is home to many ticks and flees so he is treated with mouse bile often. Sometimes he hardly notices the bugs because he is so used to having them around. Even in his old age Nightfur is a very big tom. He was huge in his youth, and not even age and muscle-loss could deplete the size of his bones and flesh. His muzzle holds a set of tired teeth, which sometimes hurt him when he's eating, depending on the fresh-kill. Nightfur's ears are huge; possibly the reason why he still has good hearing.
His body is covered with scars from old battles and training from his youth, and you can see them clearly in the aging fur of the old tom. Across one shoulder a claw mark splits the skin between the upper and lower half, a scar from a battle in his apprenticeship. Along his spine is another set of scars, these ones claw marks and a single bite wound. Those were from a fight with a badger while he was a senior warrior. Across his muzzle, above his jawline but below his eye, a scar nearly blinded him when he was a young warrior, in a battle with ShadowClan. Fortunately, it missed his eye, although it wouldn't make too much of a difference today whether it'd blinded him or not. Where fur is missing on his tail there is a single bite mark from one of his many battles fought as a warrior; and small scars on his belly reveal many lost fights with other cats and animals. Nightfur's appearance easily reveals his age, and much of his fighting past.
Personality:
Nightfur is mentally, almost the same cat he was many seasons ago. He is kind, noble, and cares about every cat equally, although he has lost his fighting spirit as he thought about all the lives that he had wounded as a warrior. Once, he would fight because he had to and it meant loyalty to his clan; but now he doesn't think he could ever lay a claw on any cat. If it meant saving the life of a kit, then he would fight, but if it was just a small problem he would not dare hurt the other cat. He knows he is old and weak, and he no longer denies the fact that he is going to die soon. He is like many of the other elders though, and does get irritated easily if something goes wrong or isn't done. He can't sleep in wet moss; it makes his joints ache and he'll get cranky. He can't eat soggy prey or something to fat because he only needs a small, frail rabbit to feed his old bones.
Nightfur is actually a very caring, loving tom that admires apprentices and warriors of his clan and respects them almost more than they respect elders. He remembers when he was an apprentice, training, so excited and wanting to prove himself the best warrior WindClan had ever seen. He remembers as a warrior, training apprentices, hunting, fighting, patrolling and protecting the clan. Sometimes he misses the days when he could get up in the morning and immediately go hunting or just take a stroll across the moorland. He misses the days when he could hunt, and he'd chase rabbits until they tired and were caught. He missed sinking his claws and teeth into the flesh of the prey, letting the blood run in his mouth and carrying the fresh-kill back to camp, bringing it to the elders or kits. But now he was the elder and he knew that apprentices and warriors felt that way about them as he once felt about being young. As much as he misses his youth, he knows his life has been one great adventure, and he had lived it to the fullest.
Nightfur is still very loyal to his clan and the warrior code. If his leader asked him to do something he would do it, no questions asked; which is rather quite different than he once was. He would usually argue or complain, but now he knew he would do whatever he could for his clan. It wasn't about him. It was about the clan surviving. He is very honest; he could only tell a lie if he had to. Despite that, he is stubborn and sometimes ignorant, and oblivious to others. He won't notice another cat's pain or grief unless he really tries to think about it; quite un-elderly like. Despite his many flaws, he will spend the remainder of his life respectful, loyal, honest, and caring for his clan just like he had as a warrior, just in different tasks. No longer will he hunt or fight for the clan; but he will protect and care for the younger cats and talk to those that need the help of a wise old elder.
History:
Many, many seasons ago this midnight-black furred kit was born. The biggest of his litter of three, he was always going to be a stronger fighter than hunter. His fur, black, stood out between his brother and sister's gray and brown pelts. His eyes were green, and matched his fathers. His sister also had green eyes while his brother had blue. He was almost the exact copy of his father, night-black fur; green eyes. But his father was a skinny, small black tom. His mother was a muscular she-cat, surprisingly large. Nightkit loved to play around with his brothers and sisters, despite the fact that they were much smaller than him. Sometimes they got hurt when he fought too roughly, and after awhile they just stopped play-fighting with him, which made Nightkit sad and depressed. His mother noticed this, and she told her kit about the stories when she was a kit. She told him to play with the older kits in the nursery. Nightkit decided to, and found it easier to play-fight with them, for they were bigger than his litter mates and older. One day, his sister Whitekit, and his brother Splashkit disappeared, in the middle of Leaf-Bare. They were later found by a patrol, trying to sneak around; their pelts almost blending in completely with the snow. When they were brought back to camp Nightkit heard all about their adventure. They wanted to explore the territory, and see what the moorland looked like. Nightkit was upset that they didn't tell him or invite him to come along, but then they told him that his black fur would just stick out in the snow and get them caught easily. He was still upset, and he grew more depressed around his siblings. They never did anything with him, and he wished that he could play with them more. As they continued to ignore his wishes and wants, he decided to ignore them and he turned his back angrily on his litter mates. At six moons old, nothing had changed between the three young mouse-brains.
Six-moons-old! Nightkit was so excited for his ceremony, that he actually spoke to his litter mates. They shared his excitement and for the first time in two moons they actually spoke without fighting. It was at that time that Nightkit explained how depressed their rejection had made him, and they felt bad. Finally, the litter mates had made up for the problems during kit hood. But now it was too late to change it; they were becoming apprentices. Nightpaw was mentored to a warrior that would leap paws first into trouble without a second thought, and he wanted to be just like that tom. Just as the clan thought, he grew to be a good fighter. Hunting was a problem because of his size, and the rabbits could usually see or hear him coming several fox-lengths away. His mentored thought up a trick that would help him catch the rabbits, and soon he adapted to hunting rabbits behind cover of gorse or rocks or tall grass. He fought his first battle on the mark of his eight moon. ShadowClan had invaded! Nightpaw leaped after his mentor straight into the thick of the fighting, lashing out at a warrior with long claws. In the thick of the fighting he gained a few scars on his belly and back, but nothing serious. Nightpaw was proud that he had managed to chase off a full-grown warrior! A few moons later, he and his mentor chased out a badger that came too close to the camp; and he and his siblings became warriors. Nightfur, Snowspots, and Splashpelt sat their vigil in silence staring up at StarClan and out across the moorland.
As a warrior Nightfur fought in many battles from young to senior. He seemed to be a tireless fighter, but that wasn't true. He tired easily and grew exhausted after battles. As he grew used to his warrior rank, he began to understand that not all battles needed to be fought when you could prevent claws from being unsheathed and blood splashing over the ground. He fought in less fights after the truth hit him, but he would still fight to the end any day for his clan. He watched as the clan grew and changed around him, and gained his first apprentice as he reached 20 moons. His apprentice was a bubbly, talkative she-cat that was both gentle and fierce at the same time. How? She was gentle to her clan mates, and fierce to her enemies. She would fight to the end at all costs to protect her clan, and she could love a kit with more fire than known to the forest. He admired his apprentice and trained her to the best of her skill. It wasn't long before she became a warrior. He trained five warriors in his lifetime, and was an older warrior by the time his parents left to join StarClan forever. He missed them dearly, but knew it was their time to go. Then came the time where Nightfur grew old and frail, and his life of fighting and being a warrior was over. His time was up. Now, as he looks upon his past he misses the days and wishes, just once, he could have the strength to go on one last patrol, one last hunt, one last day. He was a warrior no more.
Role Play Sample:
Not needed.
Secret Word:
Removed.
Other:
None.
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