Midnightkit {Shadowclan}
Aug 7, 2009 0:21:00 GMT -6
Post by wish. on Aug 7, 2009 0:21:00 GMT -6
Midnightkit
Age: Not Born.
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Kit
Clan: Shadowclan
Short Description: Long furred black and white she-kit with golden eyes.
Appearance:
Midnightkit was born with a rather fluffy coat, at first her's seemed as normal as any one moon old kit. But as her sibling's coats thinned out, it was determined she would be left to live with a rather long coat of fur. This never bothered the she-cat, she rather liked her coat of black and white.
Her fur consists of mostly white, with a black 'topping'. Basically she's a black cat with a white muzzle, chest, legs, and underbelly. Or perhaps a white cat with a black 'cap', back, and tail. But anyway you look at it she's black and white all the same. The she-kit's legs are short and sturdy, giving her a 'fatter' appearance then the average scrawny Shadowclanner.
Even if the she-cat is quite slim and fit she will forever more appear chubbier then her trusted clanmate. Along with her long-fur she doesn't mind the taunts of being 'plump' or 'fat'. Inside the kit knows who she is and what she isn't.
With her long fur she is consider rather pretty, her muzzle is more narrowed, more petite than the rest of her body. While her ear's are set in very neat 'triangles' upon her head. The last, but most important feature of her face is her soft-golden eyes. They're the features that often betray her fake courage.
Personality:
Midnightkit had always been the calmer one out of her family. In any situation she's been able to keep a clean face, she wouldn't overreact nor would she misinterpret. The she-cat is probably the model for the 'perfect apprentice'. Oddly enough the she-cat does have some faults, in fact she owns a lot of them.
Midnightkit has many issues with standing up for herself, she rather would say she's 'sorry' for her fault and then back away to go and find a quiet corner to think of her problems. This always results with a careful solution, even if most don't quite work out.
Another problem Midnightkit has is the way she understands something. She never picks out the bad, but only the good. This often leads with getting the 'wrong' point of the message, which in the end causes lots of confusion for the she-cat.
Her strongest point is her gentle and caring nature, no matter what deed the cat has done she can always find it in her heart to forgive them. If they've killed her best friend, or ate fresh-kill out on a hunting patrol. The black and white she-cat is loyal and trustworthy.
One small issue she carries is her clumsiness, the she-cat's legs are quite short. This often concludes with her flat on her face, the she-cat always finds something to trip over. Whether it's a stick or a cat's tail, Midnightkit will find a way to be face-planted straight into the mud.
Overall she's a gentle, caring she-cat with a slight tendency to be quite clumsy. But there's something else, the little she-cat feels as if something big is always on the tip of her tongue. As if there's something important for her to do, but no matter how hard she tries she just can't figure out this feeling. Sometimes she can't even figure out who she truly is.
History:
The night had been cold and dreary, even for those of Starclan as they watched with dismay as their dear Medicine Cat of Shadowclan was forced to bear the kits of such a tom as The Hunter. Midnightmoon had been in total shock and utter rage, as her former apprentice was abused in such ways.
The she-cat insisted she were to be sent back to earth to help her friend, the only cat she was possible to grow close to, she needed to help the cat she seen as her daughter. Starclan told her there was nothing she could, Midnightmoon had been murdered seasons ago, she was dead.
But the black and white she-cat wouldn't, she couldn't stand by and let Crystalmoon live through this alone. Eyes narrowed in determination the she-cat set off in search of the only known cat to return to earth, Cinderpelt.
It hadn't been too long before Midnightmoon discovered the former Thunderclan Medicine Cat, she begged for advice, desperately seeking out for a way she could return. Cinderpelt listened with interest, slowly she nodded. There was only one way. It was difficult but it could be done.
When Crystalmoon's kits would be born, she'd have to dive into the Moonpool at the exact moment one of the kit's took their first breath. Cinderpelt warned her that all of her former memories will be suppressed into the back of her mind and won't be able to be unlocked until she returns to Starclan once more.
Even with the guarantee of not knowing who she truly is, Midnightmoon decided to go ahead with the plan anyway.
When Midnightkit had been born it was almost impossible for Cystalmoon not to be reminded of her former mentor.
