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Welcome to NightClan, a group of cats who survive within the darkest recesses of the shadows. Most active around the twilight and night hours, NightClan cats are known for valuing quick movement and wit, fierce loyalty to both the Clan and the code, nobility, and the darkness, whether it's that which allows the stars to burn brighter or the clutch around one's heart. Feel free to be interested in becoming part of our ranks, but should your intentions lie in the more violent of the two, we'll be sure to meet you head on, tooth and claw. Heed that as warning.
NIGHTCLAN'S CURRENT LAWS :
— Your leader, your Clan, and the family that dwells within it is your greatest asset; do not disrespect, disobey or undermine their importance.
— Kits are initiated into the Clan as members at four moons, where they learn basic defense and strategy; they become full apprentices when their mentors believe they are ready to proceed with their training.
— Debates and wrong-doings are brought to attention with trials; should a cat be accused of revealing secrets of the clan to outsiders, they are dealt proper punishment.
— Outside relationships and outsiders joining the clan are only acceptable when the outside cat goes through the blood brother ritual. Where the outsider pairs up with a member of the clan, goes through a trial to test their bond, and then performs an exchange of blood binding them together as a part of a familial unit. This means that if the outsider commits a wrong against the clan, the cat they are blood bonded with will face the same punishment as the outsider does.
JOINING RULES :
— NightClan does allow for outsiders, but they require a cat in the clan to be their surrogate family member (Message Jetclaw with any questions or concerns)
— The prefix "Night" is not allowed, for obvious reasons, as are names already in use in the Clan.
— Biographies must be at least 3 sentences in length.
If you would like to join NightClan, please reply in the following format:
A tom who seems to be super fast and straight as an arrow. Flasharrow may seem like your average cat, but when you meet him, you soon discover that he is not average, but to one looking at him, you would think he is perfect. Flasharrow was given his name because of his speed, and the way he goes straight to whatever he has to do , pin points it and then quickly works to do whatever it was he needed to do. His pelt is as unique as his name or personality. Flasharrow is an oriental shorthair tabby with green new leaf eyes. His pelt is the color of cinnamon with dark brown tiger stripes, white and yellow streaks which run throughout it. His legs are super long , as well as his ears, which make him look funny to look at. Flasharrow isn’t one to get into trouble, but tends to be around to help others out of their troubles, weather it be stopping a fight, getting someone out of a relationship that could harm them, or just being there for them in their time of need. He is respectful, honest, trustworthy, kind and noble. He never does things without considering all the facts. To other’s he seems like a picture perfect feline, who could do no wrong. The wrongness that haunts him, was when he was an apprentice. He had left camp, to do some hunting, and got cornered by a black bear, which he had provoked. His parents came to his rescue, and each were killed with a swipe of the bears claws or teeth. Flasharrow would never forget that day. He himself was rescued by a group of two-leg hunters who shot at the bear, making it run away. After the bear and hunters left, he mourned his parents death. He ended up dragging them into camp, telling the Clan what had happened. From that day forward, he vowed that he would be the best version of himself, and that whatever he became , he would do it to protect his family and home. The best version of him is when he is helping to protect others whether they are in his Clan or not. He doesn’t hold back his fears, but uses his fear on his enemies, to push them back. You will never see this tom, not working. He seems to be awake twenty four seven, though it isn’t true, he does sleep, just not in the warrior’s den. He usually sleeps out in the territory close to camp, so that if any danger is around he would be their to destroy it. Because of his activities, he doesn’t really date with anyone, though if he could find someone to share in his lifestyle he would be ever grateful to the she-cat who chose him. Most of his activity is done in the darkness of night. Where he was covered by darkness. The changes he had to go through to become the cat he was today, well makes him who he is , and who he had become. He had to become the
TOYGERKIT (CLAW) role played by Sungmetutanka Waylake ToygerClaw was named after a toyger , half tiger and half lion hybrid. Though his parents where similar they were a tigon and Norwegian cats. His Mother ended up dying at birth due to blood complications and his Father died of an unknown disease, so he grew up with the Queens taking turns caring for him. He is an unusual cat to know. When you first meet me , you will notice that he is a hybrid, heas the body build and length of a Norwegian cat but also the rather unique stripe pattern of a Toyger cat. He is the fifth generation in his family that has been a Toyger Norwegian Hybrid. Due to his parents deaths , he grew up alone and often put aside. He was given the minimum care that a Queen would give, but other then that he was left to himself. Most of the kits would ignore him , making him feel like an outsider, much like a kitty-pet who is shunned for not being Clan-born. ToygerClaw was shunned for his appearance and lack of family. The only cat to actual take an interest in him was a Dark Forest Warrior Follower. He spent as much time with ToygerClaw as he could, he became a Father Figure to him. He taught me how to fight , how to kill , how to pretend to care about certain matters, how to cover up my tracks and so much more. When he become an apprentice, he would become ToygerClaw's mentor as well, and our connection became closer, much like he was ToygerClaw's biological Father. He trained ToygerClaw long and hard, often ToygerClaw would end up with wounds, from a training session. He doesn't mind if it makes him become a fearless and feared cat among the Clans. He was born in NightClan and he loves his home, loves the darkness for that is the secret color of his heart. He doesn’t just train in the waking world, but when he is asleep he travels to the Dark Forest , where there he meets his Father figure and his Father, and trained there too. ToygerClaw usually wakes up with blood running down from a wound, and he has to lie just to not be told off for visiting the ^Dark Side^. ToygerClaw does his part to help the Clan, but he also does his part for the Dark Forest, often meeting some of the member’s when he is an apprentice and warrior, deep in a tunnel. He don’t know if he will have a mate or kits but if he does, he will teach them the ways of the Dark Forest, and hopes to raise them in the Dark ways. When he became a warrior he became Toygerclaw, in name for hia fierce fighting abilities , pelt color and breed.“ Born in Darkness , Raised in Darkness , Die in Darkness. Kit
WHITEPAW [FOOT] roleplayed by sungmetutanka Waylake Whitefoot is a sleek, black tom-cat with a form covered in the purest of inky night, interrupted by snow white paws. His structure is lithe, with the toned muscles of a cat used to running, rather than the bulky form of a fighter. Whitefoot has beautiful deep green eyes , like the dark green hue of a dark green leaf in summer time, and a piercing gaze that seemingly reads deep into the heart and soul of another. He is a quiet, intelligent feline , almost like an ebony shadow, pawsteps falling like feathers upon the earth. He has startled many by accident, simply because he has a silent approach that seems to go unnoticed until he is right beside his intended destination. Whitefoot was born half blind and deaf. It took the Clan about a few weeks after he was able to walk and leave the nursery to truly find out about his blindness. The only thing he able to see is the faint shape and color of any object. His other senses make up for his lack of hearing and sight, most noticeably his ability to detect movement and vibrations. He is very skilled at detecting faint movements and vibrations, he can feel the vibrations of a mouse in its burrow five fox-lengths away. He is also able to pick up even the slightest movements, the vibrations caused by movement making his sensitive whiskers twitch in agitation. Whitefoot is a very kind, and also very caring feline. His generosity and giving nature are well known, and almost seem self-sacrificing at times, though he believes that he is anything but a victim of his disability, or that somehow he is lesser for being disabled. He communicates mostly through body language, and gestures with his paws and tail and sometimes with his voice. Sometimes his meaning does not get through to others, and this frustrates him, but he never shows that feeling towards others. Whitefoot was told that his parents where heroes, giving their lives for the Clan and saving his. His Father had died a few weeks before he was born. A badger had come into the territory and he volunteered to play decoy. He trapped the badger against a cave wall in one of the tunnels. The badger's heavy paw-steps made the walls in the tunnel slowly fall apart. Whitefoot's Father leaped and dodged the badger as fast as he could. On one attempt the badger reared up on its hind legs and crashed down , breaking his Father's leg and ended up making the cave collapse in. The badger was already sick and weak and the attempt of escaping made it too weak to run, so when the cave in happened the badger and his Father where buried by it. As for his Mother, she sacrificed her life to save Whitefoot when he was only a moon old. She had been in the camp in the sunlight, laying in the grass, when a hawk decided to try to make him as it's next meal. His Mother leaped after it, grasping it by it's foot, so that it would release Whitefoot. The bird let him go and took his mother, after a fight between them killed her. The injured bird grabbed his Mother and flew away from camp. After that , he felt bit out of place among the clan, finding that many cats avoid him because of his deafness. Many cats seem to find him unsettling, and try to avoid his company. He yearns for someone to notice him and accept him for who he is , maybe he will find someone soon, be it physical or spiritual. He also hopes that he may find a way to be of use to his Clan, and to be able to prove himself as a worthy member of NightClan, even if it means sacrificing himself to protect his home , like his parents, he will do so. He hopes to be able to achieve some form of greatness, even if it is only for a short while. His training to become a warrior was longer and more tedious then most due to his deafness and lack of sight, but he works hard and tries to find methods that work well for him. He tries try to not let his lack of sight and hearing define who he becomes, whatever and whomever he becomes. His only dream is to help make his Clan strong, whether it be healing or leading, whatever the ancestors have in store for him, he will follow whatever signs they give him.
ATLASRISING roleplayed by Aspen The name.. Atlasrising. To him it sounds so.. pompous. The tom visibly cringed when he was named at his warrior ceremony. Ducking his head in what most thought was shame and disrespect was instead embarrassment. Why would he be given a name that sounded like a hero when he was so ordinary. Amber eyes and a medium grey tabby pelt was all someone would see when they laid their gaze on him. He wasn't bulky, tall maybe, but not bulky. He was pretty averagely skilled, sitting in the middle of the pack with the apprentices he came up with. But beyond that he was ordinary. No epic back story, no prophecy surrounding him, nothing. He was simple. So simple he will often just introduce himself as Atlas to those that he comes across in life earning his odd looks from his clanmates. So maybe if you ask one of them to describe him it would be simple and a little bit odd. No matter, he's okay with this. He intends to wander through life and take what is given. He's just that kind of cat. Warrior
ALLENCATCH roleplayed by fearful There are some qualities- some incorporate things, that have a double life, which thus is made. A type of that twin entity which springs from matter and light, evinced in solid and shade. There is a two-fold silence- sea and shore- body and soul. One dwells in lonely places, newly with grass overgrown; some solemn graces, some human memories and tearful lore, render him terrorless: his name's "No More." He is the corporate silence: dread him not! No power hath he of evil in himself; but should some urgent fate (untimely lot!) bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf, that haunteth the lone regions where hath trod no foot of man) commend thyself to yourself. "Make peace, light bringer," he whispers in your ear. "Douse that fire and perhaps stay awhile." Talking to the dark is only something a crazy one would do. If you'd ask Allencatch, he'd tell you, "Not likely." His deep voice makes you fear for things you thought you'd never be afraid of. So badly it takes over your body and burns in your throat. A pure, ebony, horrific tale of Allencatch. By day, he is a fearful warrior. Loyal to his Clan, he is constantly working to better himself and the others around him. When night takes over the territory and shadows grow to their final shape, this is when Allencatch likes to tell his tales. They are often made of nightmares, consisting of stories from the Dark Forest he has imagined himself or that had been passed down to him from his grandfather. The old cat claimed to have visited the Dark Forest and some how escaped. Allencatch, as a kit, never believed him, but as he grew older and eventually lost his grandfather to StarClan, they made more sense. The stories he told only could have came from a place so dark. Allencatch had been an apprentice at the time when his grandfather passed away, and soon after the nightmares started. Instead of himself running through the tainted fields, he was his grandfather. He was a near exact image of what Allencatch was today, except a few white patches along his tail and paws. Screams surrounded him, fading and growing as he ran through the field. This nightmare still haunts him, often waking him in a cold sweat. This is what haunts Allencatch every night, and that is what causes these awful tales. If he had to suffer, so did others. When hunting, whether it be prey or a cat of an opposing clan, he manipulates his target. Toying them with stories of his claws, pushing them around like a hollow log. That's all they were to him. He often wonders if his grandfather would be proud of him for spreading the seemingly true tales, or if he is turning in his earth-filled grave at his misconduct. Allencatch will never know, and that's what eases him. When the dark takes over, Allencatch is at ease. He knows it's time for those who deserve it, to suffer.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Nov 24, 2018 21:32:14 GMT -5
MINTSCAR roleplayed by Primordialhaze A medium pale russian blue with a lack stripe across his left eye. One blue eyes one green eyes. Mintscar is always one step ahead, this high energy tom is ready to take the lead as needed when its needed. He enjoys running and joining his friends and clan mates on night hunts. He is willing to try anything and isnt worried about looking foolish. When the times call for a strong shoulder Mintscar is at your side and standing firm. He is a leader and a kind soul but tends to miss the cues at first. He is always to be young at heart. Warrior
ROOKFIRE roleplayed by Primordialhaze A large black tom with a white and silver mane and golden sharp eyes with copper flecks. Slow to anger and with a light sense of humor. Born with unknown origins Rookfire takes life slowly like an elder with no where important to be in a hurry. While infused with a sense of right and wrong and responsibility he knows how to stop and listen and care. He doesnt like to take place in battles but he will if called back his leader to war. He would much rather maintain the camp and hunt for the health of his clan. Warrior
LEOPARDBLOSSOM roleplayed by Primordialhaze A fierce predator and dangerous lover. This leopard spotted bangle she-cat with blue fire eyes is quick to state her opinion and stake her claims. Claiming to be born of some distant NightClan leader many take her words with a grain of salt. But make her your friend and have a friend for life. Leopardblossom is fiercely loyal and cares for her family above even her clan. She finds her place on the battle field and meets her enemies with the fire of forgotten ancestors. Warrior
BONFIREKIT [SPARK] roleplayed by Primordialhaze A kitten found wondering the forest after the decimation of FallClan. Born to Cedarfall and Comfreypeltal of FallClan Bonefirespark found himself wondering the territory with no one waiting or searching for him. Found by Burningstar she took him in and claimed him as her own despite not having had any kits of her own at the time. She raised him in her values and taught him acceptance of others. As an adult he still calls her mom and Lindon dad. He is a passionate tom who tends to let his adoration and love for any cat blind him in decision making. He is a large long furred tom with firey amber eyes. His pelt is strewn with hues of black, amber, brown, and silver. kitten
SHADEDOAK roleplayed by Dauntless A black and brown tom with rather light green eyes. He was born into NightClan and has lived his life as a loyal cat. His life has held no real excitement so far, other than the passing of his parents at his age of young warriorhood. Now he is in the midst of his prime, and serves his clan without haste.
She was an angel seeking chaos, a sworn enemy of heaven, and a full fledged member of hell. It's why sinning became a frequent hobby to anyone she touched. She's a rose that makes the whole garden look like weeds. Blessed with a youthful complexion, but a mind of a thousand year old Goddess she is an envy and is as desperately wanted as a heartbeat. She knows that pretty faces are only forged for those who use them like a weapon. She has the stride of a tiger and her words are like a chess game and everyone's losing. Her words make up for any hindrance that her looks cannot attribute to. She has a pretty please honey sweet way of talking, that's as hypnotizing to listen to as a siren. She has honey gold eyes and strawberry blonde fur with gossamer light ginger tabby stripes.
BLACKPAW [THORN] roleplayed by ʃɑ.rɛθ-ɛl He's a murderer. A villain. A mercenary. Blackthorn is a pure-blooded NightClan, with a heart as dark as the home he was raised in. Blackthorn was raised by his Father till he became six moons old. At the age of six moons, he lost his Father, when he fought a badger, during a training session. He lost his Mother at birth along with four other siblings, three sisters and one brother. When he lost his Father, he had also lost part of an ear. His Father was training him hard and viscous, with his claws and teeth, leaving his son with half of an ear and many scars all over his pelt. His Father, had taught him , how to kill, how to be mysterious , sly and reserved as well as intelligent. His Dark Forest mentor also taught him how to be stern , witty and sarcastic. He doesn't know who his physical mentor will be like, but he hopes they hold the same values and belief's as he does.Having two dark teachers in his life made him who he is today, a snake ready to slither and strike at anyone who doesn't respect him, his home, family, and the Dark Forest. Even after his Father had died , he was visited by him in the Dark Forest and his teaching continued on. He is dedicated to his Father and the Dark Forest, and to do anything in his power to teach other's the dark ways if he is able too. He hopes that someday he will find a mate who is willing to be with him and follows the dark ways too. He hopes to be able to have kits to raise for the Dark Forest someday. Blackthorn hopes to be able to become a leader among his Clan and a leader among the Dark Forest. Blackthorn doesn't have many friends except for those who follow the Dark Forest. "From Darkness I come and to Darkness I will go" is one of his mottoes. Another one is "Live each day as though it is your last" and the and final one is "The darkness is strong in this one". He will do all he can to please his Father and the Dark Forest, even if it means giving up his life. Blackthorn is a pitch black tom with short fur and blazing amber eyes, that at first glance you would think is a fire, in the darkness, till he appears closer to you, and you can see the lithe form of his body, which is covered with scars from many battles with his Father and mentor. "I swear that I will uphold the ways of the Dark Forest, to follow their laws and ways, through eternity. I will kill, maim, hunt, guard and raise cats in their ways till my last breath" Is his vow that he will keep for the rest of his life.
Changing Raspberrykit's biography. Which I'll probably do again once I get a better feel for her.
She was as uncharted territory as the sea and yet no one feared drowning when exploring her. She has a pretty please honey sweet way of talking, that's as hypnotizing to listen to as a siren. The kind of girl the moon chased and stars wished for. When she’s with another cat she hangs on their every word, looks at them like their the only person in the world. There’s such a cosmic feeling that there’s no one else in this universe, but Ras and you. She has honey gold eyes and strawberry blonde fur with gossamer light ginger tabby stripes.
BRIARPAW [SONG] roleplayed by Hollypaw A tabby she cat with prominent markings on her face, and upper forelegs, white paws, her stripes get darker towards her tail with her tail tip black. She has green eyes. Named after her uncle, Briarmask, Duskwing brother, adventurous, very sweet and friendly, most likely to try and make friends with other cats, often at odds with her mother because she loves to explore. She isn't interested in having to grow up or do her duties, preferring to spend time with the kits of the clan and come across as very lazy. While she doesn't like doing her jobs, she does do them, even if they are done a little bit sloppily.
LINDON roleplayed by ian A large ginger tom with thick, always groomed fur and deep blue eyes. A BrookClan native, it is strikingly clear that the tom serves as an outsider of the group. No matter how long he's been here, he still carries the scent of the Monarchy. This is an unfortunate affliction for the tom, who has accepted his fate to live here. You see, he believes it is destiny, that this is his calling. Perhaps this is a sad way to live, accepting the challenges and obsticles as they come and fighting not to rid himself of them but instead to adapt to them, but this is the life of a Cauilian dedicate. Lindon came to NightClan as a way to unite both NightClan and BrookClan in political union, and experiences his life through the lens of being the mate to the leader. Despite his loyalty to BrookClan that comes with his birthright (he is the brother of the reigning Tsar), he seeks to integrate fully to NightClan.
lol i hate writing bios so this is so bad rip but at least its done
REMNANTPAW [HEART] roleplayed by mipsyche Remnantheart is a memorable dark tabby she-cat with emerald green eyes. Due to her insecurities, she struggles with socializing and opening up to people, but as time goes on she begins to warm up. In truth, Remnantheart has one of the biggest hearts around. She just doesn't know how to show it. When others try to help her, she often takes it the wrong way and gets offended, and when she feels this way, she can get spiteful. A relationship with this she-cat would be very bittersweet.
GREYKIT (WOLF) roleplayed by ʃɑ.rɛθ-fis Greywolf is a classic grey tabby. Her pelt is a dark grey hue with dark grey almost black stripes that is medium in length and her nose is a reddish-brown color. She is strong; skilled; determined and cooperative. Greywolf is dedicated to StarClan and her Clan, willing to sacrifice her life to save anyone in her Clan. If she was able to she would have saved her parents. Her Mother died of Black Cough, shortly after she was born and her Father died fighting off a badger from the territory. Greywolf hopes to make a difference in her Clan and hopes to be able to bring in the next generation of NightClan Warriors.
