Post by goldsummer on Aug 20, 2017 23:09:12 GMT
☀ Nighteye ☀
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Current Vitiligo Markings. Art By Goldsummer
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-Current Vitiligo Markings. Art By Goldsummer
NAME: Nightkit - Nightpaw - Nighteye
GENDER: Male
AGE: 20 Moons
CLAN: Windclan
POSITION: Warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION: Buff black tom whom slowly gains more white spots over time.
APPEARANCE:
Nighteye appears as a strong, large-shouldered black cat with a strong neck, square face and short tail. He is granted long, hooked claws and thick fangs, presently not bearing any kind of scar save for a nick in one ear. Over time, he has started to gain white spots over his body. Unknown to him, because Clan cats are not exactly well-versed in the sciences, he has a harmless mutation; a degeneration of warring pigments called vitiligo that will eat away at his black fur over time. It has started to appear with very few white spots, but as he ages, they will increase in number until he develops a mottled look. Ironically, though he was named 'Nightkit' for his black fur, the white 'stars' of these markings only improves upon the given name. His eyes are a pale bracken yellow, majorly colorless and dusty, his whiskers nearly transparent and appearing white. Paws are fairly large, his back legs adapted for powerful bounds and short sprints; ironically he'd be a good climber, but there are few to no trees in Windclan territory.
PERSONALITY:
Nighteye is a loyal, chivalrous cat. He holds strong values to Clan life and to teamwork, and usually appears as supportive to his fellow cats. Those that trespass often find themselves at his attacking claws and teeth, but once they leave the territory, he usually returns to a mildly amiable demeanor... evidently finding no issue conversing over no-cat's-land. He usually appears as distracted and faraway, mysterious at best, offering little to no elaboration and evading gossip and drama in general; much preferring to get to the source and ending any internal troubles. But he is not faultless. He does have a temper: If pushed far enough, he can get annoyed enough to strike. Getting hurt in combat makes him more angry, less likely to retreat, and more likely to become injured. Emotional, he can fall prey to ransoms or pleas for help, even among non-Clanners. If a rogue or kittypet is found starving, he will secretly offer them food and a place to hide and stay for a while, risking his standing in the Clan. He also seems to embark on strange unbidden quests now and then, as odd things seem to get into his mind that he should do that usually cannot be explained. IE: Fortifying portions of forest that no one visits much, gathering large amounts of seemingly useless plants, sticks or shiny rocks, or scratching odd markings into bark, soil or arranging leaves. When asked, he often simply appears confused or shrugs it off.
When it comes to acting around clanmates, he treats them all with a general level of respect and compassion. He views each as family; brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, daughters. So much so, that he seems to take on more of a paternal role, and has not seemed interested in any cat romantically. Sociable cats, he seems to be willing to speak with, though over time he can become a little frazzled from all the activity and start to become a little more erratic. For those less sociable, he can easily include himself with 'comfortable silences,' when speech is not needed and only pure action or body language. Especially parental around young cats, he seems very eager to make sure they are well learned, know how to protect themselves and others, and fight; he carries a love for teaching. To the elderly, he takes careful care of, and when he has time, often looks out for them. Enemies, it depends entirely on context; he will remain friendly enough, so long as they are not on Windclan turf, unless a cat is known for being particularly notorious, cruel or murderous. At that point, he will do his best to run them out, demoralize, tear down, or at the very best (and if consent is achieved of course), kill the threat.
HISTORY:
Ever since he was born, Nighteye seemed a little odd. He was quieter than usual, preferred not to speak, though he hung on to every word spoken to him by his mother (Ravenleap, a black female), father (Smokestep, a grey male), or sister (Coldthorn). Early on, he depicted nocturnal tendencies, becoming most active once the sun was down, immediately up at the beginning and after dusk with strong bursts of energy. This, and his dark fur, earned the first dubbing; 'Night.' He almost succumbed to an odd illness early on, just before he became an apprentice, and had spent two or three weeks mostly in a nonfunctional daze with leaking eyes and rasping breath. Over time, and with help from the medicine cat, Nightkit slowly regained his health in time to become an apprentice. Ever since that point in his life, his mother began to steadily notice that the young cat would stare off into one direction of empty space, but with his eyes focused as though on something near. Occasionally he would react or murmur something as though in response, even though nothing was stated to him. Whenever he went somewhere, his tail would often slant to one side as though greeting a friend walking astride him, but again; usually no one was there.
During his years as an apprentice, he proved himself an adept fighter. He was a little stronger than usual, making up for his somewhat shorter legs with a strong pounce and a stronger grapple, long claws and hammering blows. The cat specialized in knocking other cats' minds senses astray, usually limiting his training sessions for how brutally direct he was... But loyal as Windclanners were, he'd always make sure his sparring partners were alright afterwards and would go so far as to mutely offer them recompense and assistance. No ill will seemed to be directed to any of his fellows, and though he never seemed keen on close contact for prolonged moments of time, he'd still rasp a friendly lick here and there before taking his space. If any cat tried to groom him (sharing tongues) for more than a minute, however, he would not hesitate to either move away or push them away. He never raised a clawed paw against his kin unless it was for training.
He became an adept hunter once Nightpaw became Nighteye, preferring to slink up on sleeping prey, dig into rabbit holes or hunt in a group, usually with other cats directing the prey in his direction. He was named Nighteye due to his ability to spot prey in the dark from a distance; great at perception, the cat could perch for hours and stare motionlessly until he was able to detect something unusual, great for directing stealthy hunts. His eyes also had a tendency to gleam the brightest, most eerie green when reflecting moonlight just right. He usually hunts better with at least one other cat, good at wrangling and dragging down a fleet-footed animal, but not so good at chasing them across the open plains. All the while, even into his warrior days, he still would be seen moving around on his own, but as though he was secretly accompanied; rumors began that he was either crazy, or was visited by Starclan at frequent. This rumor was only further aided by the tom's strange fur. At birth, he was pure black. When he became an apprentice, a white spot had appeared on his face that had never been there before, and did not go away. By the time he became a warrior, two more had appeared; one on the face, and one on the paw. As he ages, more and more appear, like white stars in the black velvet of his dark pelt. Very recently, his father succumbed during a hunting patrol. At first, no cat could figure out why, or what had killed him, but after a time, it was discovered that Nighteye's father had been bitten repeatedly by a venomous snake and had lost the fight. Nighteye is still in grieving and has become less active of late.
QUIRKS:
GENDER: Male
AGE: 20 Moons
CLAN: Windclan
POSITION: Warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION: Buff black tom whom slowly gains more white spots over time.
APPEARANCE:
Nighteye appears as a strong, large-shouldered black cat with a strong neck, square face and short tail. He is granted long, hooked claws and thick fangs, presently not bearing any kind of scar save for a nick in one ear. Over time, he has started to gain white spots over his body. Unknown to him, because Clan cats are not exactly well-versed in the sciences, he has a harmless mutation; a degeneration of warring pigments called vitiligo that will eat away at his black fur over time. It has started to appear with very few white spots, but as he ages, they will increase in number until he develops a mottled look. Ironically, though he was named 'Nightkit' for his black fur, the white 'stars' of these markings only improves upon the given name. His eyes are a pale bracken yellow, majorly colorless and dusty, his whiskers nearly transparent and appearing white. Paws are fairly large, his back legs adapted for powerful bounds and short sprints; ironically he'd be a good climber, but there are few to no trees in Windclan territory.
PERSONALITY:
Nighteye is a loyal, chivalrous cat. He holds strong values to Clan life and to teamwork, and usually appears as supportive to his fellow cats. Those that trespass often find themselves at his attacking claws and teeth, but once they leave the territory, he usually returns to a mildly amiable demeanor... evidently finding no issue conversing over no-cat's-land. He usually appears as distracted and faraway, mysterious at best, offering little to no elaboration and evading gossip and drama in general; much preferring to get to the source and ending any internal troubles. But he is not faultless. He does have a temper: If pushed far enough, he can get annoyed enough to strike. Getting hurt in combat makes him more angry, less likely to retreat, and more likely to become injured. Emotional, he can fall prey to ransoms or pleas for help, even among non-Clanners. If a rogue or kittypet is found starving, he will secretly offer them food and a place to hide and stay for a while, risking his standing in the Clan. He also seems to embark on strange unbidden quests now and then, as odd things seem to get into his mind that he should do that usually cannot be explained. IE: Fortifying portions of forest that no one visits much, gathering large amounts of seemingly useless plants, sticks or shiny rocks, or scratching odd markings into bark, soil or arranging leaves. When asked, he often simply appears confused or shrugs it off.
When it comes to acting around clanmates, he treats them all with a general level of respect and compassion. He views each as family; brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, daughters. So much so, that he seems to take on more of a paternal role, and has not seemed interested in any cat romantically. Sociable cats, he seems to be willing to speak with, though over time he can become a little frazzled from all the activity and start to become a little more erratic. For those less sociable, he can easily include himself with 'comfortable silences,' when speech is not needed and only pure action or body language. Especially parental around young cats, he seems very eager to make sure they are well learned, know how to protect themselves and others, and fight; he carries a love for teaching. To the elderly, he takes careful care of, and when he has time, often looks out for them. Enemies, it depends entirely on context; he will remain friendly enough, so long as they are not on Windclan turf, unless a cat is known for being particularly notorious, cruel or murderous. At that point, he will do his best to run them out, demoralize, tear down, or at the very best (and if consent is achieved of course), kill the threat.
HISTORY:
Ever since he was born, Nighteye seemed a little odd. He was quieter than usual, preferred not to speak, though he hung on to every word spoken to him by his mother (Ravenleap, a black female), father (Smokestep, a grey male), or sister (Coldthorn). Early on, he depicted nocturnal tendencies, becoming most active once the sun was down, immediately up at the beginning and after dusk with strong bursts of energy. This, and his dark fur, earned the first dubbing; 'Night.' He almost succumbed to an odd illness early on, just before he became an apprentice, and had spent two or three weeks mostly in a nonfunctional daze with leaking eyes and rasping breath. Over time, and with help from the medicine cat, Nightkit slowly regained his health in time to become an apprentice. Ever since that point in his life, his mother began to steadily notice that the young cat would stare off into one direction of empty space, but with his eyes focused as though on something near. Occasionally he would react or murmur something as though in response, even though nothing was stated to him. Whenever he went somewhere, his tail would often slant to one side as though greeting a friend walking astride him, but again; usually no one was there.
During his years as an apprentice, he proved himself an adept fighter. He was a little stronger than usual, making up for his somewhat shorter legs with a strong pounce and a stronger grapple, long claws and hammering blows. The cat specialized in knocking other cats' minds senses astray, usually limiting his training sessions for how brutally direct he was... But loyal as Windclanners were, he'd always make sure his sparring partners were alright afterwards and would go so far as to mutely offer them recompense and assistance. No ill will seemed to be directed to any of his fellows, and though he never seemed keen on close contact for prolonged moments of time, he'd still rasp a friendly lick here and there before taking his space. If any cat tried to groom him (sharing tongues) for more than a minute, however, he would not hesitate to either move away or push them away. He never raised a clawed paw against his kin unless it was for training.
He became an adept hunter once Nightpaw became Nighteye, preferring to slink up on sleeping prey, dig into rabbit holes or hunt in a group, usually with other cats directing the prey in his direction. He was named Nighteye due to his ability to spot prey in the dark from a distance; great at perception, the cat could perch for hours and stare motionlessly until he was able to detect something unusual, great for directing stealthy hunts. His eyes also had a tendency to gleam the brightest, most eerie green when reflecting moonlight just right. He usually hunts better with at least one other cat, good at wrangling and dragging down a fleet-footed animal, but not so good at chasing them across the open plains. All the while, even into his warrior days, he still would be seen moving around on his own, but as though he was secretly accompanied; rumors began that he was either crazy, or was visited by Starclan at frequent. This rumor was only further aided by the tom's strange fur. At birth, he was pure black. When he became an apprentice, a white spot had appeared on his face that had never been there before, and did not go away. By the time he became a warrior, two more had appeared; one on the face, and one on the paw. As he ages, more and more appear, like white stars in the black velvet of his dark pelt. Very recently, his father succumbed during a hunting patrol. At first, no cat could figure out why, or what had killed him, but after a time, it was discovered that Nighteye's father had been bitten repeatedly by a venomous snake and had lost the fight. Nighteye is still in grieving and has become less active of late.
QUIRKS:
He is considerably OCD. Nighteye holds a delight for symmetrical abstract markings and shapes. He is, in short... an odd kind of artist, going so far as to add meaning to several personal symbols that he will scratch onto trees and form out of grass, twigs and rocks. He has an imaginary friend, one that constantly follows him about. Nighteye is fully convinced this other cat is real, but it may well just be a figment... this cat appears as an asexual creature with no noticeable gender and a neutral 'scent.' It carries the fabled mane of a lion, or at least a thick ruff (for he doesn't know what a lion's mane looks like), a bobbed tail and a strong build, but only ever appears (to him at least) as a silhouette. No texture, only two pupil-less white eyes and a soft voice no one else hears, Nighteye has taken to calling this imaginary friend "Shadow." It appeared while he was horribly sick in kithood, and he has not yet confided in anyone that he sees or converses with this 'cat.'
