Nightfall~Shadowclan~warrior

[.:Ginger:.]

Name: Nightfall
Age: 23
Gender: Tom
Posisiton: Warrior
Clan: Shadowclan
Description:

His killing mode pic is in my avatar. That's just his face during battle.

He is a pure black tom with yellow-green eyes. That has medium thickness in fur. He has a tail that is a tad bit longer than that of most cats. It helps him in his balance. He used to be a puffball when he was a kitten. However his mentor's intensive training made him lean and muscular. He is not broad shoulder like most tom cats. His body make up is more of a she-cat's. His muzzle is a bit pointed. It similar to that of foxes' actually. His right shoulder bars a scar that haunts him day and night

History:

Kittenhood:
He was born with two different siblings. He always got along with them. They were the perfect trio. They all grew to a happy normal life.

Apprenticehood:
Nightpaw's mentor was rough on him. He made Nightpaw to intensive training routines. most apprentices wouldn't even think about doing. Darkenedshadow had always gave Nightpaw very little information before doing some trick. He wanted the apprentice to obey him without question this however was a secret.
Darkenedshadow taught Nightpaw how to be the best stalker and prey cather. He had died right before Nightpaws's ceremony.. The killer is unknown to this day(except to the one, who commited it). Right before his ceremony Nightpaw had a scar on his shoulder. He told the leader it was from, a long sharp stick that had cut him. He bares this scar today. His warrior name was Nightwing.

Warriorhood:
His memory haunted him day and night. It still haunts him. It seems to always be screwing with his mentality. It makes him want to become a monster. To become what his mentor had become. He had trained two wonderful apprentices. He had impoved they're abilities greatily. He is proud of these apprentice. Though it also reminds him of himself. It seems to help his mentality.

His siblings ended up dieing one after the other. He was mourned however ahd to move on. He did his job in the clan before going alone far away. He evetually asked the leader to change his name. He refused to say why though.

Personality:

He is smooth, calm, rough, and very unpredictable. He will always put cats down, unless by chance they touch him somewhere in the heart. He is the one who tries to stop the first warrior, who attacks, to not attack.. He is not proudful at all. He hates himself and all his victories. Many villans can use his deep sadness against him. The good guys may make him see bright of days. His history he believes, will haunt him even after death.

Role-Playing Sample:

The sun was casting shadows throughout the pine trees. Leafbare had just begun to melt away. The only thing left of it was the chill and the past memories. The ferns and plants were still at the edge of dormancy. You may dig about an inch in the ground to find small new sproutlings coming out. The wind blew softly weakened by the strong thick trunks. This was the land of the stalkers and stealth, Shadowclan.

Nightfall gently padded through the maze of dead branches and bark. His senses were only smelling the icy air and cold wet ground. He walked as if he had no where to go. When in fact he headed to one place. A place that almost twelve moons ago held the body of a dead warrior and mentor. A place to where it kept dangerous secrets and danger. He never let anyone know why he came to this place.

All the other warriors would see was a mindless warrior walking among the dead shrubs. His medium length fur moved a tad as a rough wind came through the trees. Nightfall stopped in his tracks. He acted as if he heard a sound moving his ears around trying to concentrate.. Concentrate on something.. Was it hope? Was it a mouse coming out from a deep sleep?

He gave a hiss and started to randomly attack the trees and practiced fighting imaginary foes. He looked like a cat with rabies in human eyes. His shoulder scar is easily sited form a far.

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[Seali]

[.:Ginger:.]

OKay, I wish lynxpaw good luck..