Post by sandpoppy on Aug 31, 2009 18:51:47 GMT -5
Name: Nightshade
Age: 23 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Rogue
Desired Position: Warrior
Short Description:
Age: 23 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Rogue
Desired Position: Warrior
Short Description:
A pitch black she-cat with a deep hatred for the clans.Description:
Although her thin build and her smooth graceful way moving makes her appear delicate Nightshade is not a small she-cat. She is not extremely large but big enough to handle herself in a fight. While her tail can remind one of a duster her face tapers down to a delicate point. Her fur is soft, silky, just barely long, and is jet black with just the slightest shine. Her eyes are a deep orange, like a witch's cat, and the are kept by force of habit at an angry slant.Personality:
Nightshade hates the clans with a burning passion. She feels they take from the loners and rouges what rightfully belongs to every cat. She also believes that they cause most of the suffering she has seen in the freelands one way or the other. But not having the strength to defeat them she can only watch as her foes run around land that she feels they stole. This helplessness has embittered her to the core. If given the opportunity she would kill off every Clan down to the last kit. This is her one obsession and all her actions are to bring her closer to it.Experience:
On the outside she appears cold and heartless but she doesn't see herself that way. She sees herself as a (and perhaps the only) good guy. Fighting to make things right in the world.
Nightshade never knew her father. He was killed by a clan patrol when he was caught stealing prey. After that her mother focused on her kit. Pouring in her the hatred and malice she felt. Training her in all the combat moves she knew. Hoping that in some small way she was aiding the downfall of the clans.Picture:
Other:
Yep add orange eyes and you have little miss hatred herself there. That is one cute cat. I think it sees a bird...
Well I think she's cool. But I have no idea what to DO with her... Maybe I'll wing it.