Hollownight

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Name: Hollownight
Gender: Tom
Moons: 24 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan/Land: Windclan
Description:

Pelt:
In all, Hollownight is a rather strange cat in appearance. He's got pale ginger fur that sometimes might pass as an pale shade of light brown. He has darker brown/ginger stripes covering his head, back, flanks, legs, and tail. He's got a coal black tail tip and black ear tips. His nose is coal black as well, with a faint dot of lighter color right in the center. He's got a brown patch on his left flank and a splotch of ginger right in the middle of his pale back.

Build:
Hollownight has a nice build for a tom cat his age. His body is always at a very healthy state through hunting patrols and boundary patrols. He has the long, lean muscles of a WindClan warrior. Hollownight's has large shoulders and a rather long tail. He's got long legs that boost his speed. In all, his build is a bit awkward. He's got a nice body for a young warriors, but his big shoulders and long tail make his fairly scrawny WindClan pelt appear strange. The big shoulder give him a more dangerous appearance though.

Eyes:
The first thing you'll notice about Hollownight's eyes, is they are a dull, lifeless gray color. He isn't blind, in fact he's got two perfectly good eyes, but the strangely pale- almost translucent gray color often scare cats. His eyes are almond-shaped. He's got a darker gray rim to his eyes that give them an unnatural body.

Picture: www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/Greek/DelphiCats_008.jpg
History // Past:

Blood:
Hollownight is an almost-blooded rouge. Both of his parents had lived their whole lives as rouges. However, on his mother's side, both of the parents were kittypets. Hollownight keeps his kittypet blood hidden, and tells all the cats in his clan he's a full-blooded rouge.

Kit-Hood:
As a kit, Hollownight was taught by his parents how to hunt and fight. Their background in knowledge was fairly acceptable for a Clan cats training. As his parents had lived their full lives in the wild, they had taught themselves how to hunt and fight to the best of their abilities. Some of their methods, might not hit the Clan standards, but rouges had to be ready to kill whatever attacked them.

Apprentice:
From his 6th moon to his 8th moon, Hollownight's parents continued to teach him the things he needed to live as a rouge. Then, his parents sent him and his older brother out to fend for their own for a week. Hollownight did fairly well, but his parents lost track of his whereabouts near the end of the week. From there, Hollownight's real journey began. At his 10th moon, Hollownight met a pretty ligth brown tabby she cat known as Leaf. She was a rouge, just like him. Unlike Hollownight, she was peaceful and calm. She didn't like to fight, but she was an exceptional hunter. They worked together to get through struggling times.

Warrior:
For a few more moons of time, Leaf and Hollow stayed together. Hollow had a strong affection towards Leaf, because he finally had found someone he desperately needed. Someone he could take care of and someone who could take care of himself. The last two moons were the best days of his life. Then, in the middle of the night, Leaf left him, planning to travel away and make due with her own. Her viewpoint was the opposite: She wasn't happy and she wanted a place that she could stay at forever, somewhere she didn't have to move around everyday. Hollow woke up the next morning and freaked out when he couldn't find Leaf. He thought that someone had taken her. But there wasn't any blood...
There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place. And there is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds. But seldom do these words ring true. When I'm constantly failing you. Like walls that we just can't break through until we disappear.



But still, he forced himself to believe someone had taken her. So he searched for her. He found her bloody, dead body. She smelled strongly of dog. His beautiful Leaf, was dead. Huge gashes covered her stomach, throat, and shoulders. Her light brown pelt could barely be seen through the blood. And at the same moment, Hollow realized she left her willingly. She meant to leave him forever. In his grief and anger, Hollow continued to travel, lost and hopeless. He didn't stop to eat or sleep. Luckily, nothing attacked him in the dreary moons that dragged on. In the end, he stumbled on a WindClan patrol, muttering random words under his breath. The WindClan cats weren't entirely sure whether he was insane or just sad and lonely. It was fairly obvious he wasn't another Clan's spy, the way he stomped around. They brought him to camp and asked him to join their clan. He said he would, even though he wasn't completely to his senses. Slowly, over many moons of time, Hollow became the warrior he had once been.

It kills me not to know this but I've all but just forgotten. What the color of her eyes were and her scars and how she got them. As the telling signs of age rain down, a single tear is dropping. Through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten.

He pushed Leaf away, in fact, he started to teach himself she never existed because he couldn't stand it anymore. The love he felt for her, evaporated, and turned to hate.

One thousands miles away, there's nothing left to say. But so much left that I don't know. We never had a choice, this world is too much noise. It takes me under, it takes me under once again.

The Name:
The name Hollow, was given to him by his mother. She couldn't come up with a name for him, until she caught sight of a tree's hollow. The 'Night' part of his name was chosen by Hollow himself. It's in memory of the night Leaf left him. But even though he linked the name to him forever, he still seems to convince himself that never happened. The 'Night' was just a coincidence. A mere coincidence.

Like memories of dying days that deafen us like hurricanes. Bathed in flames we held the brand, uncurled the fingers in your hand. Pressed into the flesh like sand, now do you understand?

Personality:

Insecure:
The first thing you must know about Hollownight, is he's insecure. He always needs something to latch on to, to hold onto, to make himself feel comfortable and make himself feel like he belongs. The top priority on his never-ending list is to find something he can protect and something that can protect him. If he had a mate, he'd be hard to break away from. He's also extremely overprotective to anything he tries to latch onto. Hollwnight's finally found something to latch on to: WindClan.

Overprotective:
Kind of an understatement. Whenever he feels like something is threatening something he loves of cares about, he gets vicious instantly. He's not afraid to lose some claws and start a fight with any cat he feels threatened by .He considers it his responsibility to protect anything he latches onto, as though they can't protect themselves. He doesn't like cats who try to protect himself, he finds it fairly offensive in a strange, hypocritical way.

Loyal:
His loyalty never swerves. To Hollownight, any blow to what he cares about a blow is to himself. This viewpoint makes him reckless in a battle. Even though he was a rouge, Hollownight finds himself already starting to believe in the spirits above. He wonders if Leaf is watching over him at the moment, watching him forget her. He isn't sorry about her.

Role Playing Example:

Hollownight's claws sank into the long grasses whipping at his legs. His head rose to the clouds as his eyes closed in joy. There was only one way to explain the subtle beating of his heart, the beautiful landscape that went on forever, and the strong smell of wildflowers and prey seeping into his nose. Freedom. Finally, he had found where he belonged. WindClan. In the beautiful endless plains of WindClan. Hollownight's pale ginger legs started to move willingly. In a few heartbeats, he broke in a breakneck pace. Hollownight's long, thin muscles rippled under his strong pelt as he ran with beautiful form. His ribs could be seen, just barely, from his golden brown pelt. Hollownight slowly stopped, as he felt an annoying cramp in his stomach. Just wait, wait until you get used to your belly being full again. Then, the plains will end in your gaze. A confident and smug expression fell across Hollownight's face. Even his dull, translucent gray eyes seemed to brighten at the aspect. His pale eyes trailed carefully across the landscape, barely making out the brown shape of a rabbit trying to hide in the swaying grasses. Hollownight started to run, not caring if the rabbit could see him. He would catch it. And kill it. His body trembled as he chased the rabbits. His jaws slavered as they approached the tail of the rabbit... With one satisfying leap, Hollownight was on the rabbit's back. He easily killed the small thing by biting it sharply at the back of the neck. When he had traveled, prey hadn't been easy to come upon. Here, there seemed to be an endless supply waiting to leap at his feet. Proudly holding his prey in his teeth, Hollownight walked back to camp. His first kill for WindClan had been made. He was a true WindClan cat. A small prickle of doubt hit Hollownight's heart. Was he meant to be here? Wasn't be a rouge, meant for traveling a lifetime away and losing moons of time without realizing it? But his doubt was pushed away by determination. He was here to stay. For good. Hollownight's sharp fangs protruded from behind his lips, eagerly.

Theme Song: Savior by Rise Against
Code Word: Twisted Warriors
Biography Completion: Yes

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Accepted! nice job