Nightplague \|Watch your back...|/

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NAME// Nightplague
AGE// 18 moons
GENDER// She-cat
CLAN// Zephyrclan
DESIRED POSITION// Warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION// Black as water at midnight with silvery eyes as she is blind.


DESCRIPTION//

Nightplague is a sleek, shiny-black she-cat without much brute force, but is very lithe and agile. She is swift but not remarkably fast and is better at hiding in the shadows and moving silently, making her the perfect infiltrator. Her claws are black as her fur, her teeth being the only white about her as even the skin inside her mouth is black. Her tail is of medium length and if anything, a little shorter than average. She has one large scar across her chest but you cannot see it unless she rears up at you.
In battle, she is flexible and hard to catch, but her lack of muscle being an issue if she is pinned under a larger warrior

PERSONALITY//

Nightplague has a horrendous temper, willing to take off your ears before you know why. Because of her increased senses with the loss of her sight, she is very proficient at eavesdropping and feels no shame in contributing her (usually unwelcome) opinion.
But, she is an excellent tactician and excells at strategy, especially when she is left to brood in one of her dark mood swings.
Obviously, she is on the extreme edge of introverted and prefers to be alone. But her sense of loyalty is unmatched by any.

EXPERIENCE//

Nightplague lost her sight as a kit, running off from camp and being attacked by an owl. She was not seriously injured otherwise, but the medicine cat said the shock is what caused her blindness. Determined to become a warrior anyway she taught herself how to know her environment better than those with sight and respond even faster to it. Nevertheless, she sat by as her littermates were apprenticed and she left behind while it was discussed what she would do. This is when her dark attitude toward life blossomed. It had always beent here, but this was the event that let it grow. She practiced harder, hoping to get noticed.
And she was.
One, older warrior felt pity for her and offered to train her more to relive stress from the others' shoulders about keeping her busy. He quickly learned that Nightplague was easily capable of being a full-warrior, but with different methods.
Without him, Nightplague would have run off as a Rouge or elsewhere, farther away than any could hope-or care, to find her.
But she is here now, proving her worth time and time again.