Kippin's Cats
Apr 30, 2014 22:14:39 GMT
Post by Nightmist on Apr 30, 2014 22:14:39 GMT
N I G H T M I S T
BASICS
Name -- Nightmist
Age -- 18 moons
Gender -- Tom
Eye Color -- Light Green
Clan -- ShatteredClan
Mate -- N/A
Rank -- Warrior
Breed -- Gray Tabby
PERSONAL
Description -- Nightmist is a dark gray tabby with short hair. He has dark stripes that run around his body and gives him adorable socks on his paws. He doesn't clean his pelt often and doesn't enjoy taking Sunday dips in the water. Nightmist has a cold scar that runs from his flank all the way to his dew claw. This is described in his history. Nighmist has long whiskers that helps him keep his balance when he does his dare devilish stuff. One of his abilities is his 'special' claw, its on his front left foot and he has no idea how it got there. But this claw is pretty super sized and sometimes holds him back. It gets stuck on a lot of things as well because it never retracts.. It slows him down yet it makes his battles fantastically bloody.
History -- (There is much more than this short story to Nightmist. His history isnt the prettiest. If you enjoyed this, I could make a story from it.) Nightmist wasn't always a forest cat, in fact he wasn't a kittypet either. Nightmist lived on the farm with his pa and ma and with his two siblings, Jinx and Vicky. Nightmist was referred as Slick then. The kits were only two moons old when things got bad. Slick remembered walking into the farm's tool shed and saw as his mother was being tortured by the housefolk. The man was strangling her with his giant and vein filled fist. She was growling a mewing but the housefolk was obviously buried in anger. Slick did nothing, only watched as his mother was dangling from the fist, helpless. Another month passed and his father was murdered by the housefolk from trying to stop him from skinning his mother. His dad did in fact stop the man, but instead of the knife cutting fur it cut a throat. His siblings always coward behind Slick, but he was, too, very frightened. One day Slick was going to the horse barn to talk to his friend, Stamp the horse, but he found his mother sprawled out on the ground. She was not dead or hurt, but pregnant and close to birth. Slick ran over to her in fear and urged her to find a place to hide when giving birth to more kits. But his mother could not move. She was too weak. So he stayed with her. The man found his mother and picked her up by the neck, yelling and cussing. He did not want the kits to be born. The man dragged himself over to the side of the stable where a hoof pick was lying. He picked up the sharp object and Slick instantly knew was he was about to do. Slick pushed himself into a jolt. He sped down the stable and lashed himself into the air trying to knock the pick down. The pick jabbed itself into Slicks flank and cut deeply all the way down to his dew claw. Then it got stuck in his bleeding flesh and Slick took it down with him. The man roared in anger and pulled the pick out of the kit. He took it and didn't hesitate to drive it strait into Slick's mother's stomach. He watched her die slowly, he didn't even feel the pain over his emotional screams. After that night Slick's personality changed rapidly. His brother and sister were terrified of him. He would scratch them and bite them until they bled and ran. One day his brother, Jinx, stood up to him and ran him out of the farm. That is when he met his first forest cat. And lets just say the first meet wasn't the brightest. Slick needed someone to take it out on and the patrol would tease him about his kittypet smell. It only made him more furious. An apprentice got too close to him and they got into a fight, a bloody fight. When he was released from the battle, Slick was filled with cuts. He ran off and found how to take care of himself. The loneliness and silence gave him much time to think. Much time.. and in this time he made his plan. He wanted some good in his life. And the only possible answer would be to rule it all. Rule the forest and put the cats that deserved it in their place. Their pool of organs.
Plans -- Nightmist is planning to slowly reach the top. He'll act nice to the deputy and the leader, hiding that he is the opposite to the ones he likes to manipulate. His first goal is to acquire deputy or leader. Then he will make his clan strong and weaken the other clans by killing or giving the warriors wounds that will take a long time to heal. After all of the clans are weak he will get the leaders to surrender to his mighty clan. That will be the point of where he is the leader of all.
PERSONALITY
Hardworking -- Nightmist is very hardworking. He'll get to his jobs quickly to get them done and over with. He doesn't want the jobs to be done, he wants them to be perfect. He'll do what he can to get "full credit".
Clever -- Outwitting another cat is easy. Although the smartest cats can easily see his plans, the average ones usually can't.
Ambitious -- He will do what he can to reach his goal. If anything is in the way, it will be out of the way as quick as lightning. Sometimes the only way is with a slash of the claw, but he does what he needs to.
Brutal -- He doesn't care where his teeth land. Sometimes his words are good enough to scar a cat.
Demanding -- If Nightmist wants it, you get it!
Hateful -- "Did you just cross my path? Your on the hit list."
Moody -- Nightmist can get a little moody. Sometimes he can give a smile. Others he'll give a hiss.
Vague -- From time to time he'll be vague about what he wants or what you need.
Age -- 18 moons
Gender -- Tom
Eye Color -- Light Green
Clan -- ShatteredClan
Mate -- N/A
Rank -- Warrior
Breed -- Gray Tabby
PERSONAL
Description -- Nightmist is a dark gray tabby with short hair. He has dark stripes that run around his body and gives him adorable socks on his paws. He doesn't clean his pelt often and doesn't enjoy taking Sunday dips in the water. Nightmist has a cold scar that runs from his flank all the way to his dew claw. This is described in his history. Nighmist has long whiskers that helps him keep his balance when he does his dare devilish stuff. One of his abilities is his 'special' claw, its on his front left foot and he has no idea how it got there. But this claw is pretty super sized and sometimes holds him back. It gets stuck on a lot of things as well because it never retracts.. It slows him down yet it makes his battles fantastically bloody.
History -- (There is much more than this short story to Nightmist. His history isnt the prettiest. If you enjoyed this, I could make a story from it.) Nightmist wasn't always a forest cat, in fact he wasn't a kittypet either. Nightmist lived on the farm with his pa and ma and with his two siblings, Jinx and Vicky. Nightmist was referred as Slick then. The kits were only two moons old when things got bad. Slick remembered walking into the farm's tool shed and saw as his mother was being tortured by the housefolk. The man was strangling her with his giant and vein filled fist. She was growling a mewing but the housefolk was obviously buried in anger. Slick did nothing, only watched as his mother was dangling from the fist, helpless. Another month passed and his father was murdered by the housefolk from trying to stop him from skinning his mother. His dad did in fact stop the man, but instead of the knife cutting fur it cut a throat. His siblings always coward behind Slick, but he was, too, very frightened. One day Slick was going to the horse barn to talk to his friend, Stamp the horse, but he found his mother sprawled out on the ground. She was not dead or hurt, but pregnant and close to birth. Slick ran over to her in fear and urged her to find a place to hide when giving birth to more kits. But his mother could not move. She was too weak. So he stayed with her. The man found his mother and picked her up by the neck, yelling and cussing. He did not want the kits to be born. The man dragged himself over to the side of the stable where a hoof pick was lying. He picked up the sharp object and Slick instantly knew was he was about to do. Slick pushed himself into a jolt. He sped down the stable and lashed himself into the air trying to knock the pick down. The pick jabbed itself into Slicks flank and cut deeply all the way down to his dew claw. Then it got stuck in his bleeding flesh and Slick took it down with him. The man roared in anger and pulled the pick out of the kit. He took it and didn't hesitate to drive it strait into Slick's mother's stomach. He watched her die slowly, he didn't even feel the pain over his emotional screams. After that night Slick's personality changed rapidly. His brother and sister were terrified of him. He would scratch them and bite them until they bled and ran. One day his brother, Jinx, stood up to him and ran him out of the farm. That is when he met his first forest cat. And lets just say the first meet wasn't the brightest. Slick needed someone to take it out on and the patrol would tease him about his kittypet smell. It only made him more furious. An apprentice got too close to him and they got into a fight, a bloody fight. When he was released from the battle, Slick was filled with cuts. He ran off and found how to take care of himself. The loneliness and silence gave him much time to think. Much time.. and in this time he made his plan. He wanted some good in his life. And the only possible answer would be to rule it all. Rule the forest and put the cats that deserved it in their place. Their pool of organs.
Plans -- Nightmist is planning to slowly reach the top. He'll act nice to the deputy and the leader, hiding that he is the opposite to the ones he likes to manipulate. His first goal is to acquire deputy or leader. Then he will make his clan strong and weaken the other clans by killing or giving the warriors wounds that will take a long time to heal. After all of the clans are weak he will get the leaders to surrender to his mighty clan. That will be the point of where he is the leader of all.
PERSONALITY
Hardworking -- Nightmist is very hardworking. He'll get to his jobs quickly to get them done and over with. He doesn't want the jobs to be done, he wants them to be perfect. He'll do what he can to get "full credit".
Clever -- Outwitting another cat is easy. Although the smartest cats can easily see his plans, the average ones usually can't.
Ambitious -- He will do what he can to reach his goal. If anything is in the way, it will be out of the way as quick as lightning. Sometimes the only way is with a slash of the claw, but he does what he needs to.
Brutal -- He doesn't care where his teeth land. Sometimes his words are good enough to scar a cat.
Demanding -- If Nightmist wants it, you get it!
Hateful -- "Did you just cross my path? Your on the hit list."
Moody -- Nightmist can get a little moody. Sometimes he can give a smile. Others he'll give a hiss.
Vague -- From time to time he'll be vague about what he wants or what you need.
C L O V E R B R E E Z E
BASICS
Name -- Cloverbreeze
Age -- 15 moons
Gender -- Female
Eye Color -- Yellow-Green
Clan -- EmberClan
Mate -- N/A
Rank -- Medicine Cat
Breed -- Maine Coon
PERSONAL
Description -- Cloverbreeze is quite the fluffy cat. Her fur is always catching onto twigs and snatched off, she uses this for battles or intruders, its great for playing tricks on them. Her fur is usually groomed, though, and she loves to clean it frequently. The amount of fur she has helps her in the snow. Her whiskers are long, making it easy to spot prey or other cats. Her fur is a mixture of black stripes and swirls with a creamy white base coat. She has a bit of brown on her tail, though.
History -- Cloverbreeze was a normal kit born into a tribe. She was known as Breeze from hawk and wing. She was the leader's favorite. Until she was accused of murder of her own father. Her leader even believed this foolish accusation and she was exiled from the tribe. Never was she able to explain what really happened. Only her closest friends can know about her past and what really happened. She ran far into the mountains until she spotted the leader of EmberClan who took her in.
PERSONALITY
Calm -- Cloverbreeze is quite the calm cat. She doesn't often go out and fighting or start dancing in the middle of camp. She's cool and in style. If you need some relaxing time, I suggest you visit Cloverbreeze.
Entertaining -- Cloverbreeze is full of jokes and fun games! She loves to play with the kits and acts as if she were a kit herself.
Lovely -- Oh, is she very lovely. She knows exactly what to say and when to help.
Gentle -- Cloverbreeze is gentle when caring for any sick patient and very sensitive to her words.
Bright -- She's very smart and quick-witted when it comes to situations that need fast thinking. Facial expressions, body motions, and puzzles are her favorite things to uncover.
Sweet -- She'll pick you the most beautiful flower and sing you the most charming song!
Age -- 15 moons
Gender -- Female
Eye Color -- Yellow-Green
Clan -- EmberClan
Mate -- N/A
Rank -- Medicine Cat
Breed -- Maine Coon
PERSONAL
Description -- Cloverbreeze is quite the fluffy cat. Her fur is always catching onto twigs and snatched off, she uses this for battles or intruders, its great for playing tricks on them. Her fur is usually groomed, though, and she loves to clean it frequently. The amount of fur she has helps her in the snow. Her whiskers are long, making it easy to spot prey or other cats. Her fur is a mixture of black stripes and swirls with a creamy white base coat. She has a bit of brown on her tail, though.
History -- Cloverbreeze was a normal kit born into a tribe. She was known as Breeze from hawk and wing. She was the leader's favorite. Until she was accused of murder of her own father. Her leader even believed this foolish accusation and she was exiled from the tribe. Never was she able to explain what really happened. Only her closest friends can know about her past and what really happened. She ran far into the mountains until she spotted the leader of EmberClan who took her in.
PERSONALITY
Calm -- Cloverbreeze is quite the calm cat. She doesn't often go out and fighting or start dancing in the middle of camp. She's cool and in style. If you need some relaxing time, I suggest you visit Cloverbreeze.
Entertaining -- Cloverbreeze is full of jokes and fun games! She loves to play with the kits and acts as if she were a kit herself.
Lovely -- Oh, is she very lovely. She knows exactly what to say and when to help.
Gentle -- Cloverbreeze is gentle when caring for any sick patient and very sensitive to her words.
Bright -- She's very smart and quick-witted when it comes to situations that need fast thinking. Facial expressions, body motions, and puzzles are her favorite things to uncover.
Sweet -- She'll pick you the most beautiful flower and sing you the most charming song!
