Post by Northernlights on Jan 10, 2011 18:25:31 GMT -5
Northernlights!
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» GENDER:
Tom
» AGE:
22 Moons
» CLAN:
Thunderclan
» RANK:
Warrior
» MENTOR/APPRENTICE: (do not fill out; leader's decision)
» MATE:
None
» KIN:
Mother - Fallenangel [Dead]
Father - Ravenfeather [Dead]
Sisters - Crosskit and Puzzlekit [Both Dead]
» PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
A rough and ready to go tom, Northernlights is ready for a fight any day, he certainly has the muscular buil for one, thats known for a fact. Muscular he may be but he's also found lithe and quick for a known thunderclan tom. His pelt his a ruddy color between a faintly burnt orange and brown. His eyes are a cold shade of pale amber with never seems to brighten at the merest of sights.
» PERSONALITY:
Northernlights is loyal and very trust-worthy. He has his boiling points at times, but manages to cool himself down before he can go snapping off t anyone that comes into sight. As mentioned, Northernlights is very trust-worthy. If he is told something he makes sure not to tell anyone, he isn't one to go blabbing his mouth to anyone that comes around. He knows when he has to be serious and definately knows when it's time to stand up for himself. Northernlights is normally the patient type and it takes alot to get him rowled up.
» HISTORY:
Northernlights was born into the world like any kit would be, having kind and careing parents and one or two siblings to keep him company. His siblings heald the names of Puzzlekit and Crosskit, both of them being hisf ormer sisters in which died of Green-Cough when they were kits. Not wanting to lose another of their kits his parents kept whatch over Northernlights, makeing sure he didn't venture out of his sight. Once his father finally died off of Black-Cough his mother went into a mentle spell, that continued on until he became an apprentice.
Leaving the nursery had mainly been the hardest thing his mother had to do and when she did that was just added on stress. With her mate recently dead and her only kit growing so fast who wouldn't be stressed out? Northernlights had caught her trying to commit sucide a multitude of times and this didn't help his with concentrating on training. He would always come meeting up with his mentor late or tire because he was trying to protect his only kin. Even though these two minor faults heald him back some, Northernlights became a fantastic fighter and hunter, but tracking had been the thing that always heald his curiousity. Not only was he good at it, but he practicly enjoyed it. Decideing to trying put his tracking skills he left for his assesment only to scent his mothers scent.. What a bad idea that had been.. Following he found her drowned to death in the stream.
The tom paniced and hoped his sight had failed him and he was only seeing things, but this had been real and that was the end of his only kin. Distressed Northernlights became a warrior moons after, blameing himself for his mothers death since he hadn't been there to whatch her and make sure she didn't do anything stupid.
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» YOUR ALIAS: (what you'll be known as in the c-box)
Kaylen
» ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE: (how long you've been rp'ing)
I've actually been Rping for two years so far..
» WHERE YOU FOUND US: (obvious)
Battle posted an advertisement on my site.
WcrpgF
» OTHER CATS: (other characters you play)
None.
» ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE: (at least 200 words)
Even though his life was cold and dull Northernlights tried to make it better for everyone around him, even though he blamed himself for everything he tried to brighten everyone up with fake happiness and amusement for his life. Nothing brought happiness..Nothing filled the void, nothing made him happy but the brief and rare enjoyment of living on each day. It was what he was grateful for and that alone. In truth Northernlights was one of the dullest and saddest toms to live throughout life.
Everything was a huge game to get through life to him..All of it in fact. You only had one chance to live through it and..Well if you lost that chance there was no going back..You were just..Dead. Gone..Lost. It was a one-shot thing that never lasted, the best thing that could happen was that you died a crummy elder in your sleep..That was the most resonable of deaths. Sighing Northernlights shook the horrible thoughts of his apprentice-ship from his mind.. It had been all of his fault. His mothers death that is. He hadn't been around, knowing she had plotted to kill herself, to watch her and found her drowned to death.
It had been the most horrible sight a son could have witness, especially around the age he had been when it had taken place too. A no count apprentice with the dreams of becoming a faithful warrior. A big shot even.. Boy was he off.
