Post by Yuno on Jul 16, 2016 6:00:48 GMT
☀ Nightfrost ☀
name: Eevee - Debbie - Night - Nightfrost
gender: female
age: 28 moons
clan: shadowclan
position: warrior
short description: a beautiful jet black she-cat with icy blue eyes
appearance:
The only thing that sticks out from Nightfrost is her eyes. Almond shaped and sticking out from her slightly triangular head, her eyes are a deep captivating blue--the type of shade they glows in the dark and is very apparent from a distance. Nightfrost's pelt is the jet black type, allowing her to turn almost invisible in the darkness. Her fur is short, and she has a long elegant neck and very long legs. Her tail is also long and sweeping. everything else about her is dark including her paw pads, nose and whiskers. Her ears stick out from her head and a slightly large for her head although it's not really apparent. Nightfrost is neither of the large breed or oriental. Her size is medium, and her build and she leans more to a lithe and slim body structure. Hidden under her shoulder is the remains of a large and ugly burn scar.
personality:
Quiet and keeping to herself, Nightfrost still finds herself a bit unable to fit in inside the clan. Her clan is her source of happiness, although she is still trying to adjust herself in it. With a lot of insecurities, Nightfrost has a kind of anxiety that she hides. She is not good with any new comers at all, and it's sort of difficult to earn her trust. She had closed herself so long ago, and still finds herself difficult to be talking lengthy conversation with other cats. she's not ready to go advertise her feelings away to every cat yet. She's not shy and aloof, she just isn't so good with socializing and other conversations. nightfrost has a quiet voice, and tries to conduct herself calmly although she's positively shaking with the thought of a new threat inside. She's been through much, but there's always a possibility that something might turn around and bite you. her eyes are the type to blink slowly, and she is a kind of starer.
on the bright side, Nightfrost herself is a very intelligent cat, quick to analyse information and judge. Her intelligent was mostly used as a fight or flight kind of thing when she used to live in the streets, but she would now try to extend it to help her clan.
history:
Her name was Eevee. She had a brother named Eon, and a kind and loving mother named Smoke. They lived in the parkby a Twoleg place, far away from where the clans resided. Those four months of her life were the best, with her tumbling around and tussling with her brother, and exploring the parks that make her home. She was a chatterbox at her youth, her eyes full of light and color. A group of loners, little Eevee knew that she was slightly different from the rest. Her mother's friends--other kitty loners--would give her one look, and comment about her blue eyes. It was not much of a problem, back at the time. Smoke was a smoky grey she-cat with Nightfrost's eyes while Eon inherited her grey pelt and his father's green eyes. There was nothing much to say about Eevee's father, except that he just happened to be a passing loner who came in and out. Smoke never talked much about him.
When Eevee reached the age of four moons old, her mother practically disappeared. At first Eevee and her brother didn't suspect anything, knowing Smoke had been disappearing for a night lately, but when it was apparent that she was not coming back, three days later, the two kittens were already practically dying from starvation. On those three days, Eevee had managed to snag an old rodent, while Eon dug the thrash, finding tiny scraps of food twolegs had thrown out. But it was not enough for two growing kits. They learnt from a passing cat that cats were being taken around the area, for no good reason.
The next day, Eevee and Eon had separated, this time it was Eevee digging the thrash. She did not see the Twoleg until it was too late. The Twoleg caught her, put in a small cage, and drove off towards a cat pound. Unfortunately, Eevee never met her mother there, Smoke being driven into a different animal shelter.
Two moons later, A small girl who was passing around decided to adopt her because of Eevee's pretty eyes, and named her Debbie. Her mother reluctantly agreed, saying black cats bring bad luck. As Debbie was brought to the girl's home at the age of six moons, she realized her life had taken turn for the worst. Every single misfortune was blamed on her, and the girl's father constantly beat her up. She was not fed for days, looking gaunt and thin for a long time. She was trapped in the house, unable to go out.The girl lost interest in her too, preferring to play the computer games instead. Eventually her hygiene and sanity dropped. There were a few open wounds but nothing else more serious. Debbie spent at least three moons in the hell-place.
One day, the father's credit cards all failed due to overuse. Mad, and angry, her father blamed Debbie. He took a hot piece of coal from the furnace, and picked her up, burning the fur from her shoulder. Scared and mad, Debbie spotted her chance. The door was open and Debbie sprinted out towards the night air.
Debbie spent a few days recovering and another few weeks limping. She scavenged for thrash. Her anxiety eventually grew on her. She had to learnt to teach herself how to hunt in a Twoleg place, sometimes going on days without food. She decided to rename herself Night, calling herself a creature of the night that hardly matter. Twolegs like chucking things at her, as she had turn into a thin and gaunt creature.
She wandered around for a lot of moons, reaching a forest at the age of 25 moons. That time, Night has recovered from the starvation ordeal and could now fend for herself. She was smart enough to be able to teach herself to survive without any mentors or so. She wandered into it, into Shadow clan territory. It was leaf-bare, and shadowclan was suffering. night, weighing her protection on the clan was gladly accepted due to a diminishing amount of warriors. of course there were lots of grumbling, but in the end, night became nightfrost.
she was glad. the group of cats that took her in were slightly cold hearted, but somehow she felt at home. three moons later, she's still trying to fit in.
gender: female
age: 28 moons
clan: shadowclan
position: warrior
short description: a beautiful jet black she-cat with icy blue eyes
appearance:
The only thing that sticks out from Nightfrost is her eyes. Almond shaped and sticking out from her slightly triangular head, her eyes are a deep captivating blue--the type of shade they glows in the dark and is very apparent from a distance. Nightfrost's pelt is the jet black type, allowing her to turn almost invisible in the darkness. Her fur is short, and she has a long elegant neck and very long legs. Her tail is also long and sweeping. everything else about her is dark including her paw pads, nose and whiskers. Her ears stick out from her head and a slightly large for her head although it's not really apparent. Nightfrost is neither of the large breed or oriental. Her size is medium, and her build and she leans more to a lithe and slim body structure. Hidden under her shoulder is the remains of a large and ugly burn scar.
personality:
Quiet and keeping to herself, Nightfrost still finds herself a bit unable to fit in inside the clan. Her clan is her source of happiness, although she is still trying to adjust herself in it. With a lot of insecurities, Nightfrost has a kind of anxiety that she hides. She is not good with any new comers at all, and it's sort of difficult to earn her trust. She had closed herself so long ago, and still finds herself difficult to be talking lengthy conversation with other cats. she's not ready to go advertise her feelings away to every cat yet. She's not shy and aloof, she just isn't so good with socializing and other conversations. nightfrost has a quiet voice, and tries to conduct herself calmly although she's positively shaking with the thought of a new threat inside. She's been through much, but there's always a possibility that something might turn around and bite you. her eyes are the type to blink slowly, and she is a kind of starer.
on the bright side, Nightfrost herself is a very intelligent cat, quick to analyse information and judge. Her intelligent was mostly used as a fight or flight kind of thing when she used to live in the streets, but she would now try to extend it to help her clan.
history:
Her name was Eevee. She had a brother named Eon, and a kind and loving mother named Smoke. They lived in the parkby a Twoleg place, far away from where the clans resided. Those four months of her life were the best, with her tumbling around and tussling with her brother, and exploring the parks that make her home. She was a chatterbox at her youth, her eyes full of light and color. A group of loners, little Eevee knew that she was slightly different from the rest. Her mother's friends--other kitty loners--would give her one look, and comment about her blue eyes. It was not much of a problem, back at the time. Smoke was a smoky grey she-cat with Nightfrost's eyes while Eon inherited her grey pelt and his father's green eyes. There was nothing much to say about Eevee's father, except that he just happened to be a passing loner who came in and out. Smoke never talked much about him.
When Eevee reached the age of four moons old, her mother practically disappeared. At first Eevee and her brother didn't suspect anything, knowing Smoke had been disappearing for a night lately, but when it was apparent that she was not coming back, three days later, the two kittens were already practically dying from starvation. On those three days, Eevee had managed to snag an old rodent, while Eon dug the thrash, finding tiny scraps of food twolegs had thrown out. But it was not enough for two growing kits. They learnt from a passing cat that cats were being taken around the area, for no good reason.
The next day, Eevee and Eon had separated, this time it was Eevee digging the thrash. She did not see the Twoleg until it was too late. The Twoleg caught her, put in a small cage, and drove off towards a cat pound. Unfortunately, Eevee never met her mother there, Smoke being driven into a different animal shelter.
Two moons later, A small girl who was passing around decided to adopt her because of Eevee's pretty eyes, and named her Debbie. Her mother reluctantly agreed, saying black cats bring bad luck. As Debbie was brought to the girl's home at the age of six moons, she realized her life had taken turn for the worst. Every single misfortune was blamed on her, and the girl's father constantly beat her up. She was not fed for days, looking gaunt and thin for a long time. She was trapped in the house, unable to go out.The girl lost interest in her too, preferring to play the computer games instead. Eventually her hygiene and sanity dropped. There were a few open wounds but nothing else more serious. Debbie spent at least three moons in the hell-place.
One day, the father's credit cards all failed due to overuse. Mad, and angry, her father blamed Debbie. He took a hot piece of coal from the furnace, and picked her up, burning the fur from her shoulder. Scared and mad, Debbie spotted her chance. The door was open and Debbie sprinted out towards the night air.
Debbie spent a few days recovering and another few weeks limping. She scavenged for thrash. Her anxiety eventually grew on her. She had to learnt to teach herself how to hunt in a Twoleg place, sometimes going on days without food. She decided to rename herself Night, calling herself a creature of the night that hardly matter. Twolegs like chucking things at her, as she had turn into a thin and gaunt creature.
She wandered around for a lot of moons, reaching a forest at the age of 25 moons. That time, Night has recovered from the starvation ordeal and could now fend for herself. She was smart enough to be able to teach herself to survive without any mentors or so. She wandered into it, into Shadow clan territory. It was leaf-bare, and shadowclan was suffering. night, weighing her protection on the clan was gladly accepted due to a diminishing amount of warriors. of course there were lots of grumbling, but in the end, night became nightfrost.
she was glad. the group of cats that took her in were slightly cold hearted, but somehow she felt at home. three moons later, she's still trying to fit in.
