Whispers of the Past -Warrior Cat RP- Form Thread

[Kyouya]

Name -> Nightwing
Gender -> female
Age -> 17 moons
Clan -> none currently
Rank -> loner
Strengths -> fast runner, excellent fighter, fair swimmer
Weaknesses -> bad hunter, slow climber, zero agility
Personality -> because of her bad past you would probably expect her to be a cold loner. But she's nowhere near that. Nightwing is surprisingly friendly and bubbly, most cats would feel welcome around her. Sarcasm is just part of her nature and not in any way mean. She likes to crack a joke and is usually the one to cheer others up. Living in denial. That's what she does. She pretends like her past never happened and just gets on with life. In some ways that's a good thing but not always. She gets along well with younger cats and tries to stay cheerful, no matter the situation. She is an excellent fighter although sometimes it may not look that way. She has lean muscles and therefore has a fair amount of strength, but she excels in speed. She combines the two in a fight. She tends to skid a lot due to her lack of agility and it makes her fighting look messier, although in reality it's just as effective. She pays for her fighting skills by being a very bad hunter. She simply doesn't have the patience, often fidgeting and making noises to alert the prey and she cant stay in one spot for long. Lack of agility also makes it hard to chase after land prey.
History -> Nightwing was born in LeafClan, she had one sibling and a deceased father. Originally her name was Shadekit. The current leader was ruthless, a she cat named Graystar. She trained kits even younger than 6 moons old. Shadekit started her training at only 3 moons old. Graystar was tough and aggressive. She didn't bother to train kits to hunt, she wanted fighters and was always paranoid about the neighboring clan attacking. She had no patience and punished Shadepaw whenever she did something wrong. At 11 moons Shadefur got her warrior name. She was a trained, tough fighter but of course she had no hunting skills, neither did other new warriors. There were few cats left who could hunt and the clan was struggling to survive. Graystar foolishly led the clan into battle with Rockclan to attempt to steal their prey. Only a few cats had the strength to fight, Shadefur included. So of course they lost and five cats died that night, including Shadefur's only family memebers left. At 16 moons old Shadefur left the clan and re-named herself to Nightwing. She tried to persuade others to come with her but they refused, so she started traveling by herself.
Crush -> none
Mate -> none
Kits -> none
Family -> all deceased

[Guest]

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υѕernaмe :: k.o.n.a.n.q.u.e.e.n
naмe :: Oreo
age :: Forty-Two Moons
gender :: Tom
ranĸ :: Kittypet
clan :: n/a

parents :: [Unknown]
siblings :: [unknown]
crυѕн :: Dawnstar [once met]
ѕoυlмaтe :: [open]
oғғѕprιng :: n/a

History :: Oreo had a tough birth home, his previous owner would lock his family and litter in a dark and dull room. Starvation and fights broke out, some animals died and it begun to stink. No contact to outside world, fresh air, or nice green grass. His only wish was to see, see what he missed and once after he was rescued and comforted to his new home. He always dreamed what it was like living out in the forest hunting and fighting for real survival and feeling the wind always blowing against your fur. Oreo always saw cats here in there within the forest, since his home was surrounded by it completely. Although he never really left his territory or boundaries, always afraid of what truly lies inside the depths of the clan cats. He also saw something beautiful, only once, the she-cat that roams within his dreams. Although he has a bad feeling about her, that she may never accept him just because of his background.

appearance :: Darken gray tom, with a slender built body and long legs. All four paws of his are white and so is his underbelly and nose line. The rest of his body is plain and dark gray, he is healthy and young.

perѕonalιтy :: A loyal cat, anyone he gains trust and gives trust to he becomes pretty much a piece of them. Anytime he knows their stress or upset he will be there at their aid, to protect or comfort. On those lines Oreo listens very well and doesn't mind being ordered around, but of course he would never let anyone so violent, insane, or vile rule over him. Which he takes justice to heart and he likes to problem solve and be fair. He may act like a lazy and useless feline but he would never let anyone manipulate him or get away with death and crimes. Although Oreo has high level of respect for anyone he meets allowing himself to be highly befriended but others could always find a way to make he seem annoying. Oreo has built the trait of leadership with his fairness, respect and kind. Despite his horrible past, Oreo opened up his heart to the world he knows and wants to know, becoming a sweet and gentle individual.

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[Tordier]

Now, where did you get an idea like that?!

With a thick pelt of bright, red fur, it's no wonder why this she-cat was named 'Foxmuzzle'. She has the light, sturdy build of a generalist, and is neither the strongest nor fastest Warrior of Morningclan. Her talents lie in the areas of agility and stamina, of which the latter is only assisted by her stubborn streak.
Foxmuzzle's fur is short on her face and legs, lengthens slightly on her torso, and finishes off with a bushy, fox-like tail. It is more or less solid red, save some faint tabby markings on her face and a white patch around her mouth and throat. There is a second, smaller white spot on her chest, but this is less frequently seen and easily missed at a glance.
Complimentary to her vulpine pelt is her golden eyes, which darken to copper around their rims. They are large and almond-shaped, sitting comfortably in the center of her pointed face. The angles of said face are rather soft, though, giving her a more feminine appearance in spite of her aura of intensity. Foxmuzzle's head is balanced out by her keenly alert ears. As one would guess, she has sharp senses.

Foxmuzzle
Female
Pansexual
24 Moons
Morningclan
Warrior

Look. I'll tell you a little secret.

One could easily get a bad impression of Foxmuzzle at first. 'Fox-heart' is an insult, meaning one who is cowardly and/or selfish, and Foxmuzzle could easily come off that way at times. She is very independent and likes to come up with her own opinions about things, even if those opinions are unusual, extreme, or just plain unheard of. Being true to herself is her most valued virtue, and Foxmuzzle is simply unwilling to change or hide herself because someone else told her to.
Foxmuzzle will readily share her opinions and is a very open and honest cat, but not one to seek attention. For example, when asked her honest opinion about whether Dawnstar or Smokestar is the better leader, she would tell you that she couldn't decide in spite of the fact that it is Smokestar who leads her clan, leaving Dawnstar as their rival.
That said, Foxmuzzle does care deeply about her clan and it pains her to listen to the whispering of the nay-sayers that would accuse her of disloyalty. She would never do something to intentionally harm the cats she considers family and is always ready and willing to lend a paw to a cat in need. Foxmuzzle can even be quite self-sacrificial, going without food or sleep and never complaining about it. It is only when asked to alter her personality or opinions; what she considers to be her 'true self', that she will put her paw down and stubbornly refuse.
Ah, yes. As one might expect of a red-furred cat, Foxmuzzle has both a stubborn and competitive streak and is not above playing a little game or two to make the day's chores more interesting. She may be a somewhat aloof at first, but Foxmuzzle has the potential to be a fun, devoted, and intelligent friend to anyone willing to give her the chance. On the topic of friends, Foxmuzzle isn't picky. All she wants are acceptance and companionship.

Friends with Dawnstar
Crushing on Firestorm
Friends with Smokestar

I love my clan, and I'd do anything for them.

There were some that questioned the kits' legitimacy as soon as they were born, simply because neither the tom nor the she-kit resembled their father. He was a soft brown tabby by the name of Deerbriar with stripes that were so faint they occasionally disappeared in the right lighting conditions. Deerbriar was a steady tom who was normally calm, but would grow fiercely protective of his mate. Said Queen was a slight little thing with bright green eyes and a sand-colored pelt. Sagewhisker was quiet and prone to nervousness, almost the exact opposite of her mate. Together, they had a litter of two. There was a black-furred tom that they called Nightkit, and a she-kit with a flaming red pelt that was named Foxkit.
The question of their parenthood was soon put to rest, considering the fact that Sagewhisker's whole family had been tabby cats ranging from sand to flame-colored, and Deerbriar had a black tuxedo brother, but there were still some that would joke about it behind their backs. Little did they know that the irony of the kits was just beginning. After all, how could little Foxkit have known that she would one day find her heart desiring the company of a tom whose deceased sibling shared her name?
Nightkit and Foxkit became Apprentices, and it was during their time of learning that a number of relevant things happened to them. Firstly, there was the mysterious death of their mother. She was found, battered and bloodied, off in the forest by herself. Many suspected her overbearing mate and the chaos grew to the point that Smokestar had practically no choice but to banish the tom from Morningclan. It was the lesser of two evils, especially with the evidence against Deerbriar. Namely, Sagewhisker was last seen leaving camp with him two days before her body was discovered.
It was then that Foxpaw and Nightpaw had to find solace in their own ways. Foxpaw found it in a fellow red-pelted Apprentice at her first gathering. She found conversation with him to be so natural that she completely forgot to introduce herself that day. Had she remembered, she would have been nothing more than a painful reminder of his recently-deceased brother who would have shared her name. He eventually found out, of course, but Foxmuzzle still has no idea about his past.
The two grew as friends and rivals, testing their skills against one another at gatherings and sharing stories of their respective clans. It has always been a point of irritation to Foxmuzzle that her Oakclan friend received his Warrior name before she did, but she was proud of him as well. After all, Firestorm is a fine name.
Her brother graduated as well, becoming Nightbrook, but his life was sadly cut short only a few moons ago during a hunting accident. Now, Foxmuzzle has only Firestorm as a friend, and she has grown to care more deeply about him in that time. She also holds a great admiration for both clan leaders. It is her opinion that both leading styles are effective in their own way, and since both cats have proved to be capable, perhaps each could learn something from the other. Some might think her disloyal for not having a preference between them, but Foxmuzzle doesn't think so.

Image by Per Ola Wiberg.

It's just that, even more importantly, I have to be my own cat.