Nightclaw- SC warrior

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Name: Nightclaw
Gender: She-cat
Moons: 40 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan/Land: Shadowclan
Description:

Nightclaw is a beautiful, long-furred coal black she cat. She tends to appear scrawny when her fur is wet, because you can see most of her ribs. She gets plenty of food but she works it off quickly and easily. In her face, you can see strong prominent features around the cheeks and by the shape of her face. Her face is shaped like a triangle, with a strong chin at the bottom and nice thin cheekbones. Her ears always appear straight and tall among other cats.

Her eyes are an amazing color when first met. Around the center of the eye, she has light blue flecks similar to the color of the sky, while her regular eye color around it is dark blue. Around the rim of her eyes, she has a dark blue- almost black color, making her eyes look full. Her eyes always appear to be cold and calculating: her eyes always appear like the eyes of an enemy. Nightclaw's strong facial features give off a beautiful, yet hard side, making her almost appear untouchable to other cats.

She had long legs with the lithe muscles of a strong warrior. She's fast for a ShadowClan cat, making it hard for others to catch up. Only one part of her pelt is not black and that's a patch right on the center of her chest. Nightclaw's is proud of her sleek pelt so she keeps it in the best condition possible at all times.

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History // Past:

Nightclaw grew up her whole life in ShadowClan. Her mother only a moon after her birth from a disease. The queens in ShadowClan shared the first six moons of her life, trying to get her to hang out with their kits. Nightclaw stayed away from the weird kits, focusing on learning as much about her surroundings as she could. She noticed little things, like a drop of dew on a leaf. Things like that. It made it hard for her to interact with the playful, bubbly little kits. When she became an apprentice, she worked hard to impress her mentor. She rarely talked to her father, who was still grieving her mother's death, and somehow seemed to blame it on her. Nightclaw trained even harder than the other apprentices, staying out late training and working as much as possible. She didn't waste time on seeing how the other apprentices were doing, she just focused on herself. She did everything she could to make her mentor and father happy. Her mentor seems overly excited about his apprentice's talent and determination, but her father still remained hostile to her. Then, only a moon before she became a warrior, her father died. A couple of rouges attacked him while he was cornered, and killed him. The clan found his body later after the incident, and they determined his death by his location: right in front of a large boulder, and the strong scent of rouge on his fur. Nightclaw never really got over his death, it only made her get farther. She recieved her warrior name, which she was very proud of because she liked the sound of it. It made her feel dangerous and untouchable. From the day she got her warrior name, she started to slow down the strenuous work pace. She still tends to work as much as possible and stay away from camp though.

Personality:

The first thing you should know about Nightclaw, is she tends to be extremely vain. She cares a lot about her appearance, and sometimes she's a bit overly obsessed about it. She's really quite lonely so she wants to appear good to other cats. She's never been close to any of the cat's in her clan: she made the decision to focus on becoming a warrior above a social life, so now, as a warrior, she's left feeling a strong sense of dissatisfaction. In many ways, she wishes she had someone she could connect to and someone who could understand her. She has never been the biggest fan of kits, but most of her dislike of them is fueled by jealousy. Nightclaw would like her own set of kits she could take care and kits she could show the joys of the forest with.

Nightclaw tends to give off an ominous feel to cats she doesn't know very well. Truthfully, she feels uncomfortable and has a hard time getting to know a cat. Most of the awkward feelings she receives are due to her worst critic: herself. She can't relax enough around others just to be herself, she feels like she has to be someone else to be liked. When she pretends to be someone else, she seems almost stiff and formal, which isn't fun company for anyone. The main thing Nightclaw needs is someone who can keep up with her and bring her out of the shell she hides into: which is no easy feat.

The other clan's know her for her sharp tongue. It's true, Nightclaw has a feisty and explosive side that she can't hide at all times. She gets easily frustrated by her mistakes around others and even alone. Nightclaw also tends to be stubborn -- She knows what she wants, and she'll get it and try to get it in any way possible. She's got a good way of getting what she wants, which makes her a dangerous cat. Nightclaw is equally gifted in hunting and fighting. She's received a well rounded training from her mentor, making her a better warrior. When she fights, she fights dirty, resorting to any cheap or disturbing trick in the book. She isn't afraid to do anything in a fight, even if its risky and stupid. Nightclaw hunts very well also, but she doesn't enjoy hunting nearly as much as fighting. She likes to fight and get rid of all of her anger that's builded up inside of her in.

Role Playing Example:

Wind whipped painfully by Nightclaw's face as she ran as fast as she could. She barely dodged a prickly thorn bush in the center of her path and swerved sharply to the right towards ShadowClan camp. Her breath came out in heavy pants of exertion as she glanced behind her shoulder. Her eyes widened in horror at the sight of two filthy rouges chasing after her a few fox lengths away, claws outstretched. One of them, had dark brown fur the color of dark. His left ear was torn down the center. The other cat was a light brown she cat, who looked like she might have been beautiful before she had received the scars all over her ace that maimed her appearance. Her visage was angry and hateful as she took a flying leap, breaking the distance between them. Nightclaw yowled as the she cat's sharp claws ripped mercilessly across her back. She started to run, shaking her pelt harshly. The she cat slipped off, mainly due to her weakened state from lack of food. She rolled behind Nightclaw with a sharp yowl, running into the dark brown tom, causing him to hiss as he leapt over her and left her there. Nightclaw snarled as his footsteps continued to pound after her unevenly. She picked up her pace, thankful that she was fast for a ShadowClan cat. Finally, the strong overpowering familiar scent of ShadowClan and cats hit her sense. She was almost to ShadowClan. Her lips curled in a snarl of victory as she caught sight of the ShadowClan camp's enterance and thorn barrier. In only a few heartbeats, Nightclaw streaked ShadowClan, with the dark brown tom trailing behind in her dust.

Theme Song: I don't care by Apocalyptic ft. Adam Gontier
Code Word: Twisted Warriors
Biography Completion: Yes

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