Post by Luna+Lovegood+Rox on Jul 14, 2009 11:47:57 GMT -5
Name: Nightwish
Gender: she-cat
Age (in moons): 24 moons
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Medicine cat
History: Nightwish was actually born in RiverClan, funnily enough. She always was well cared for, being the deputy's daughter. But then her father died on the Thunderpath, leaving his mate, Poppyflower, and his kits, Nightkit, Waterkit, and Jaykit behind. The RiverClan leader then appointed a new deputy: Clawfur. The leader was blind to Clawfur's ferocity. He had already killed two cats in his deputyship before he finally killed Sagestar. Clawstar was as cruel. He forced kits into apprenticeship before their third moon, and made them warriors before their fifth. Queens wailed at every death of another kit.
These were dark times.
But then Nightkit became Nightpaw. She started a secret Clan by herself: WhiteClan. Every kit, apprentice, and queen joined her; even a few of the warriors did.
But then Clawstar and his deputy, Newtscale, found out about Nightpaw and WhiteClan. She escaped with all of WhiteClan. They all fled and joined WindClan.
Nightpaw became apprenticed at six moons, and she became Nightwish soon after. But she had a force, as though dragging her, to the medicine den. She asked the leader if she could become the medicine cat's apprentice. The WindClan leader agreed, even though she was from a different Clan, and she became apprenticed to Featherlily, a fluffy white she-cat.
Featherlily died 12 moons later, leaving Nightwish to her destiny.
Personality: Nightwish's personality is said in her name: Secretive, mysterious, and strange. Do not be mistaken; she is not unlike the other medicine cats, nor is she more important than any of them, but she is the most unique of the bunch. She almost always keeps every single secret clutched to her chest. Nightwish is loyal, brave, and courageous. Although her appearances are deceiving, she is caring and generous, too. It was her passion to become a medicine cat, and will be until she joins StarClan.
Description:
Pelt Color: Nightwish's pelt is the blackest of nights. Her paws fade slowly into a deep, dark gray, ending in sharp claws. Her tail, on the other hand, fades quicker, turning into a pure snowy white at the end.
Eye Color: Nightwish's eyes are probably the most mysterious part of this she-cat. Around the edge, they start has a slight greenish color, slowly truning into a red-amber shade, and finally ending as a bright turquiose-blue. Vertical black pupils slice through the unique colors. They are almost always shimmering with the stars the reflect.
IC: Nightwish padded close to the ShadowClan border. Then she caugh a tang of scent on the breeze. ShadowClan.
Of course, it was normal to smell the rival Clan's scents this close to the border; but then she heard something else, something that made her stop dead in her tracks:
Whispers.
She was at least 100 fox-lengths from the border, so she shouldn't be hearing any voices. Especially not ShadowClan voices.
Then Nightwish saw them; she crept behind a bush so they wouldn't see her. She caught a glimpse of the leader, Coalstar, her black pelt slinking through the bushes. The patched fur of Speckledfury, the deputy, appeared in gaps. And, to Nightwish's amazement, Strawberryfur was there, looking as though she didn't know what was going on. Nightwish was suspicous; she wondered why these cats were on her territory.
She had always been a little rebellious, so she jumped out of her bush.
Nightwish screeched, "Atta--" but was cut of as Strawberryfur slapped her tail over her mouth. "What the heck are you doing here, then? You know you're not supposed to go on another Clan's territory anymore."
"Nightwish." Coalstar dipped her head to the medicine cat. Nightwish huffed, making her whiskers flutter. "We need to speak to your leader immediately."
Speckledfury stared at her paws. "And I need to speak to your deputy."
Strawberryfur stepped right up to Nightwish. "And I need to speak to you. And we need to see your leader and deputy, too. Now,"she added, because Nightwish looked mutinous, and also was capable of interrupting.
"Fine." She turned around and flicked her tail at the three cats to follow. "Follow me."
She never saw the look of trickery that passed through the three cats behind her.
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Gender: she-cat
Age (in moons): 24 moons
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Medicine cat
History: Nightwish was actually born in RiverClan, funnily enough. She always was well cared for, being the deputy's daughter. But then her father died on the Thunderpath, leaving his mate, Poppyflower, and his kits, Nightkit, Waterkit, and Jaykit behind. The RiverClan leader then appointed a new deputy: Clawfur. The leader was blind to Clawfur's ferocity. He had already killed two cats in his deputyship before he finally killed Sagestar. Clawstar was as cruel. He forced kits into apprenticeship before their third moon, and made them warriors before their fifth. Queens wailed at every death of another kit.
These were dark times.
But then Nightkit became Nightpaw. She started a secret Clan by herself: WhiteClan. Every kit, apprentice, and queen joined her; even a few of the warriors did.
But then Clawstar and his deputy, Newtscale, found out about Nightpaw and WhiteClan. She escaped with all of WhiteClan. They all fled and joined WindClan.
Nightpaw became apprenticed at six moons, and she became Nightwish soon after. But she had a force, as though dragging her, to the medicine den. She asked the leader if she could become the medicine cat's apprentice. The WindClan leader agreed, even though she was from a different Clan, and she became apprenticed to Featherlily, a fluffy white she-cat.
Featherlily died 12 moons later, leaving Nightwish to her destiny.
Personality: Nightwish's personality is said in her name: Secretive, mysterious, and strange. Do not be mistaken; she is not unlike the other medicine cats, nor is she more important than any of them, but she is the most unique of the bunch. She almost always keeps every single secret clutched to her chest. Nightwish is loyal, brave, and courageous. Although her appearances are deceiving, she is caring and generous, too. It was her passion to become a medicine cat, and will be until she joins StarClan.
Description:
Pelt Color: Nightwish's pelt is the blackest of nights. Her paws fade slowly into a deep, dark gray, ending in sharp claws. Her tail, on the other hand, fades quicker, turning into a pure snowy white at the end.
Eye Color: Nightwish's eyes are probably the most mysterious part of this she-cat. Around the edge, they start has a slight greenish color, slowly truning into a red-amber shade, and finally ending as a bright turquiose-blue. Vertical black pupils slice through the unique colors. They are almost always shimmering with the stars the reflect.
IC: Nightwish padded close to the ShadowClan border. Then she caugh a tang of scent on the breeze. ShadowClan.
Of course, it was normal to smell the rival Clan's scents this close to the border; but then she heard something else, something that made her stop dead in her tracks:
Whispers.
She was at least 100 fox-lengths from the border, so she shouldn't be hearing any voices. Especially not ShadowClan voices.
Then Nightwish saw them; she crept behind a bush so they wouldn't see her. She caught a glimpse of the leader, Coalstar, her black pelt slinking through the bushes. The patched fur of Speckledfury, the deputy, appeared in gaps. And, to Nightwish's amazement, Strawberryfur was there, looking as though she didn't know what was going on. Nightwish was suspicous; she wondered why these cats were on her territory.
She had always been a little rebellious, so she jumped out of her bush.
Nightwish screeched, "Atta--" but was cut of as Strawberryfur slapped her tail over her mouth. "What the heck are you doing here, then? You know you're not supposed to go on another Clan's territory anymore."
"Nightwish." Coalstar dipped her head to the medicine cat. Nightwish huffed, making her whiskers flutter. "We need to speak to your leader immediately."
Speckledfury stared at her paws. "And I need to speak to your deputy."
Strawberryfur stepped right up to Nightwish. "And I need to speak to you. And we need to see your leader and deputy, too. Now,"she added, because Nightwish looked mutinous, and also was capable of interrupting.
"Fine." She turned around and flicked her tail at the three cats to follow. "Follow me."
She never saw the look of trickery that passed through the three cats behind her.
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