Post by javu on Feb 23, 2011 9:53:12 GMT -5
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Name: Night
Age: 34 moons
Gender: Tom
Breed: --
Clan: Rogue
Rank: --
Eye color: Golden
Pelt color: Black
Markings: None
Height: 10.5 in.
Weight: 10 lb.
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Likes: Hot days, solitude, running
Dislikes: Clan cats, rainy days, responsibility
Full Personality: While technically a rogue, Night tends to conduct his lifestyle like that of a loner. The distinguishing factors that make him a rogue is that of his temperament and his own personal vendetta towards the clans. Night enjoys being by himself, chasing after prey, or lounging out in the sun. He is a cat of few words; however, when he does utter something, it is usually saucy and rather mean. He is spiteful and bitter. He doesn't particularly enjoy the company of the other rogues but in order to magnify any event that causes damage towards the clans, he needs other rogue's aid. He enjoys seeing the clans suffer, especially from his paw.
Birth Day: January 27
Birth Clan: Marshclan
Family: Poppyclaw (mother); Grayfoot (father); Coon (brother)
History: Night was born into Marshclan. He was originally named Nightkit, his brother was named Raccoonkit. He would have grown up in the clans; however, once the clan found out that his mother, Poppyclaw, was having Grayfoot's kits, the clan kicked out Poppyclaw, Night, and Coon. Grayfoot was from another clan. Poppyclaw, Night, and Coon were living by themselves for awhile. Poppy, furious at her former clan's actions, changed her name to just Poppy, Nightkit's name to Night, and Raccoonkit's name to Raccoon (Raccoon later changed his own name to just Coon).
Around when Night and Coon were eight moons old, their small family ran across a very, very hungry fox. Desperate, the fox attacked them. In the process of defense, Poppy was killed, leaving Night and Coon to fend for themselves. Scared and unable to secure their defenses, Night and Coon scurried up a tree and waited for the fox to depart from the premises. Once the fox left, the two climbed down and mourned for their mother. At this moment, they set their own personal vendetta against the clans. They thought that if they hadn't left the clan, a fox could not have so easily picked off their mother. In addition, they wise to carry their mother's hatred for the clans.
In their later moons, they joined up with some other rogues and created a rag-tag group, each and every cat despising the clans.
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