Chase Him Through the Night

[Barketh]

[navy]Name: Night
Age: 17 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Loner/Rouge
Rank: Fighter
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Appearance: A tall black tom with a sterdy yet unintimidating figure, he has well-groomed fur and a noble stature. His voice is soft and he has his mother's violet-blue eyes. A white splash marks his chest, passed on from his father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and so on. He is quite a charming tom, and he gives off a reassuring aura.
Personality: Calm and collective, he is a natural born leader, litterally. His voice is soothing and though he spends most of his time thinking, he is drawn to troubled cats and has a way with words. He is skilled at understanding and communicating with others, and he has an intelligent, compassionate mind. Night is easy to like, but he has a darker side to his past that he doesn't like to tell others, and though he may not look it, he is an excellent liar. By a certain cat, he is known as The Dark Prince, and Night rarely ever speaks of his past to anyone.
History: Born miles and miles away from the clans, Night was the son of the ruler of a group of cats who had created their own civilization. His father, Moon, was the leader of this group. Every cat in the kingdom was related, whether they were cousins, siblings, nephew, aunt; everyone was kin. Moon's grandfather (Night's great great grandfather) had driven the former inhabitants of the kingdom out and had claimed it for himself and his family. Those inhabitants'descendants have hated the kingdom ever since.
However, it happened to be that Night's uncle, Bane, was the former ruler of the kingdom. Moon grew jealous of his older brother's position and arranged the murder of the kin. When Moon was put into power, he ordered Bane's mate and kits out of the territory, leaving Tay homeless with her children Thorn and Jack.
Three moons later, Night was born, and, despite the fact that he had an older brother, he and his sister Leaf were also known as heirs to the throne. As he grew up, he was oblivious to the horrible things his father had done, and he spent his life carefree and playing with his many cousins. However, little did he know that a stronger power was lying in wait for the perfect moment to pass.
At 7 moons, Night and his kin were chattering away in a clearing when they were suddenly ambushed. They were taken by surprise, and it was revealed that Thorn, Jack, and many, many hate-filled outsiders were the attackers. Night's family wasn't prepared, and, many of his relatives still being extremely young, they were all slaughtered in the after-math. Night was the sole survivor, and, urged on by his dying brother Claw, he fled into the woods, the scene he had just witnessed imprinted permanently in his mind.
He didn't stop running, and finally, he collapsed in the clan territories, exhausted. He was found by the Rouges and, though they weren't the nicest cats at heart, they somewhat pitied the loner and let him join their group after he'd recovered.
Though he remains a Rouge today, he knows that Thorn is aware of Night's existence, and that his cousin won't rest until he's avenged his father's death. Of course, Night had nothing to do with Bane's murder, but Thorn is intent on letting his kin feel every ounce of pain and despair that he himself had to live through, and Night knows and understands this. He is also aware that there are many cats still out there who want him dead to compensate for their forefathers being driven away by Night's family, and he has come to accept the idea that time can not heal all wounds.
Role Play Sample: Darkness weaved its way through the forest, and as the shadows settled in for the night, a lone figure lay curled up in the bushes, sides rising and falling steadily. He gave off the impression that he was asleep, though, in reality, he was very much awake.
After all, how could he sleep with so many thoughts whirling around in his still young mind?
Twisting onto his other side, Night sighed as a cool breeze rustled the ferns around him.
What if Thorn has made his way to these forest by now? I know he'll have come to track me down, and though I've accepted the idea that he will try to kill me, I will not let myself be blamed for sins that I have not committed.
Still, the idea that the dark tabby tom was lying in wait for him kept the tom awake, and, finally, in exasperation, he sat up, beautiful blue eyes troubled and bloodshot from moons of sleepless nights.
Oh well. There's no point in worrying about those things. They can't be changed, so I may as well wait for him to come here. After all, everything happens for a reason...
Slowly, he closed his eyes, yet his mind continuously replayed that one fateful day when his life had been torn from him; when everything he knew and lived for had been taken away.
Muttering frustratedly under his breath, he stood up, walked in a circle, and then flopped down again, blinking his eyes closed once more.
Mice... Dream of mice... Hunting mice alongside Blacky and Streak...
Gradually, the memories flooded his mind, and he was racing alongside his cousins and best friends once again, paws flying across the ground without a care in the world. At that moment, he felt as if he could explode with happiness. This was his home, even if it was only a dream. It was still there, in his memories, and he would savor those sweet, honey-scented moments until they too, were ripped from his life.
Secret Word: Starclan Night
Other: Family[/u]
Moon- Father- Murdered
Claw- Older Brother- Murdered
Rain- Mother- Murdered
Leaf- Younger Sister- Murdered
Blacky-Cousin- Murdered
Streak- Cousin- Murdered
Hawk- Cousin- Murdered
Melody- Aunt- Murdered
Raven- Aunt- Murdered
Static- Uncle- Murdered
Scree- Cousin- Murdered
Thorn- Cousin
Iris- Cousin- Murdered
Bane- Uncle- Murdered
Jack- Cousin- Murdered
Tay- Aunt- Died of Green-cough[/size][/navy]

[Barketh]

[maroon]Name: Thornstrike
Age: 20 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Windclan
Rank: Warrior
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Appearance: A dark brown tabby tom, his chest is splashed a creamy tan while his eyes reflect his father's wise green gaze. He has a fine structure with pointed ears and lithal claws, while his tail is slender and his body well-shaped. However, is average size hides his astonishing strength, and cats often underestimate Thorn. With a low voice, he is more intimidating than his cousin, Night, but nonetheless serious.
He is the spitting image of his father, and is proud to be Bane and Tay's son.
Personality: Much like his father, Thorn is excellent at observing his surroundings and is an excellent fighter. Rarely giving off emotions, he is anti-social and doesn't spend much time with his clanmates due to his overwhelming focus on his one ambition in life; to kill Night.
Despite his serious, unwavering nature though, he is surprisingly childish and can act much like a kit at times. He is hesitant around water, and doesn't like trying new kinds of prey because he had grown used to the continuous supply of mice that his mother used to provide him and Jack with. He can be surprisingly innocent at times, which often attracts him the attention of she-cats, and though he does his best to ignore those around him, he is terrible and often loses his temper with them.
Thorn might've even become one of Night's best friends if it weren't for their tangled pasts, and now, rather than forming a bond of kinship, Thorn hates his cousin with every part of his mind, body, and soul.
History: Born far off from the clans, in the same territory as Night, Thorn was the son of Bane, ruler of their kingdom. Bane was a wise ruler and loved his family more than life itself. He trusted every cat under his rule with all his heart, therefore, he was blind to his plotting brother.
When Thorn and Jack, Bane's sons, were less than a moon old, Bane was slaughtered by his younger brother, and Tay and her kits were forced to leave the kingdom.
The she-cat did her best to care for the kits on her own, but she was heart-broken at the betrayal and loss of her beloved mate, and it ate away at her heart until her heart began to blacken with a cold lust for vengance. Thorn and Jack reached their fourth moon, and when Tay received news from gossipping travelers that there was yet another heir to the kingdom's throne, she was infuriated that her former mate's family could live in such pleasure knowing what their ruler had done.
Without thinking, she spent moons cursing at her children, telling them black-blooded stories about the kingdom and how they had destroyed her life and her childrens'. Eventually, her own hatred effected her health, and her heart began to fail.
When Thorn and Jack were 7 moons, Tay died of green-cough. Several passer-bys recognized them as the cats who had been driven from the kingdom, and they took them in, knowing they weren't Moon's allies. Thorn and Jack were raised by cats who were forming a rebellion to overthrow the kingdom, and, knowing that the two young cats had the strongest reasons to desire revenge, they convinced the brothers to join them.
At 10 moons, he, alongside Jack and their group of rebels, ambushed Moon's kin, slaying every single cat until none were left alive. Or so they thought.
However, Thorn remembered the moons his mother had spent poisoning their minds after she'd learned that Moon had had another son. When Thorn looked around, Night was nowhere in sight, and he realized that he could never fully be avenged until he had slain the tom.
Thorn set off the next night in search of his cousin, but a storm kept him back, and when he returned to the territory that he and the rebellion had taken over, he found that his brother, Jack, had died from the wounds he'd received in battle.
Grief-stricken, he centered his rage at Night, and he set off once again the next day. Though Night's scent had been washed away, Thorn was determined to find his cousin, and he headed in the direction he had started at the night before, asking wanderers every here and there if they had seen a black tom with white chest fur and blue eyes. Eventually, he was directed to the clan territories, and when he stumbled across Windclan, he decided to join them, realizing that perhaps Night was somewhere in one of the other clans.
He changed his name to fit the Warrior Code, and he gradually grew accustomed to warrior life, though every now and then he rants on his old life in the kingdom, though his clanmates often think he's just messing around. After all, how could such a kingdom exist?
But he still waits for the day when he might reunite with his cousin so that he can extract his vengance and be satisfied for once in his life.
Role Play Sample: Not Needed
Secret Word: Starclan Night
Other: Family[/u]
Moon- Uncle- Murdered
Claw- Cousin- Murdered
Rain- Aunt- Murdered
Leaf- Cousin- Murdered
Blacky- Cousin- Murdered
Streak- Cousin- Murdered
Hawk- Cousin- Murdered
Melody- Aunt- Murdered
Raven- Aunt- Murdered
Static- Uncle- Murdered
Scree- Cousin- Murdered
Iris- Cousin- Murdered
Bane- Father- Murdered
Jack- Brother- Murdered
Tay- Mother- Died of Green-cough[/size][/maroon]