Post by ☀ Oliveheart ☀ on Dec 7, 2016 15:01:46 GMT
Name: Nightsnow
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 7 Years Old
Rank: Medicine Cat
Shadow Powers: Moderate (3)
Clan: NightClan
Appearance: Nightsnow is a black she-cat with holly green eyes. She has a snaggle tooth. Her fur is very long and rugged. She is old and her appearance shows it. Her claws still remain sharp and she has a scar across her face, on her shoulder and her tail is kinked because it was once broken and never healed properly.
Brief Appearance: An old black she-cat with long ragged fur, a snaggle tooth and green eyes.
Personality: Despite her fierce, grim appearance, Nightsnow is mostly a sweet old she-cat. She tends to rant a lot, say rude comments and get annoyed easily, but she does have a sweet side and it shows at least half the time. Nightsnow has it in her to be a great warrior and once was, but has now found that growing old is a mysterious thing and has found a new love for herbs and medicine.
History:
Born:
Nightsnow was called Holly when she was born. She was born a kittypet.
2 Moons Old:
Holly was adopted by some nice housefolk, and she loved them.
6 Moons Old:
Suddenly, it felt as if her housefolk stopped caring for her and eventually, they stopped noticing her altogether. Holly got scraps of food here and there, but her housefolk never offered any.
7 Moons Old:
By this time she was starving, and the way she fed herself was forcing herself to learn the ways of the hunt; the first steps to finding out that she had the heart of a wild cat. Soon, was able to fend herself after a while of training herself to find mice and rabbits out in the woods, fixing the problem of starvation for herself.
9 Moons Old:
Holly no longer needed her housefolk and had learned to fend for herself. She had loved those two-legs, but they had abandoned her to die, too focused on their own lives. It truly hurt Holly, she wished that they would have loved her back. However, it was time to move on and so the black she-cat left for good, never setting paw near her old two-leg nest again.
12 Moons Old:
She wandered as a loner for a long time, honestly happier than she had ever been after her two-legs stopped loving her. The food was better than dry pellets and it was wild and free. In her opinion, no cat deserved to be kept as a kittypet, she couldn't imagine anything worse now.
1 Year, 2 Moons Old:
Holly ran into a a group of rogues that ganged up on her and threatened to attack, and Holly tried to defend herself but was mauled and left for dead, being thrown in a river, all over a border misunderstanding. Holly woke up in pain, struggling to breathe on the shore, barely clinging to life. Her face now had a gash across it diagonally, and she was bleeding profusely. She was found by what was called a clan, ThunderClan to be exact, and she was treated by their medicine cat. It was a harsh life she led, she learned that day, but she recovered, her face scarred brutally.
1 Year, 7 Moons Old:
Since the time ThunderClan rescued her, Holly had stayed with them and even joined them. They gave her a new name, Hollypaw. Her mentor was Stoneclaw and the leader showed great favor to her; his name was Yewstar. She could not have been more thankful to her clan and loved them more than anything, and was completely loyal to them.
2 Years Old:
Hollypaw then earned her warrior name and became Hollyfrost.
3 Years Old:
By the time she was 3 years old, she had fought many battles with the rival three clans: RiverClan, WindClan and ShadowClan. She had even had kits with a tom named Nightbreeze, and their kits names were: Hazelkit, Cherrykit, Grapekit, Cloudkit and Silverkit.
3 Years, 6 Moons Old:
Hollyheart and Nightbreeze watched their children become apprentices: Hazelpaw, Cherrypaw, Grapepaw, Cloudpaw and Silverpaw. They all seemed to fit well into their training.
4 Years Old:
Hollyheart had been with her beloved clan for so long that she had forgotten where she had come from and nearly forgotten her old name. They weren't fond memories, but suddenly being reminded of them caused her remember just how far she had come. It was such a happy life she lived with her mate and kits. She then watched her kits, with Nightbreeze, receive their warrior names: Hazelcloud, Cherrystorm, Grapefur, Cloudstrike and Silverleaf.
4 Years, 2 Moons Old:
Everything changed forever for Hollyheart. Twolegs expanded into ThunderClan territory and forced them to either be captured by them and brought to the pound, or leave the lake and find a new home. Nightbreeze and some of her kits were captured and brought to the pound, so Hollyheart left with some of her other kits and went to try and rescue him. However, they all ended up getting caught too, and were all adopted out to random housefolk. Hollyheart's new housefolk brought her very far away from the twoleg place, and from her destroyed clan, and Hollyheart was so heartbroken that she couldn't even find the strength to move. What had she done to deserve this? She loved her kits and her mate, she would never see them again! Of course, immediately, as soon as she could, Hollyheart broke out of her new housefolk's home and raced back the way they'd come, finding the two-leg place she had been captured in after running all night. She did not know where Nightbreeze had gone, or her kits for that matter, and that left her destroyed. She did not know which way back to ThunderClan nor where her family was. She had no idea what to do...
4 Years, 4 Moons Old:
She had never returned to her broken clan, staying in the twoleg place, always searching for scents and signs of her lost family. The stray cats were not very friendly and attacked her numerous times, but unlike the incident with the rogues many years before, Hollyheart was ready and brutally defeated every last one them until she was the most feared stray cat in the city, dubbed "The Old Hag".
5 Years Old:
By this time, she had lost her sanity so much so that it was almost unimportant to her to find her family. Depression sank in and she began to enjoy sinning, killing.
5 Years, 1 Moon Old:
One snowy leaf-bare night, Hollyheart stumbled upon the edge of the two-leg city and rediscovered the wild, covered in a blanket of snow. The moon was bright and full above her and it reminded her of the clan gatherings she had loved going to all those moons ago. That all seemed to be an eternity ago, a distant past that nearly never was, and her family seemed that way as well. Curiosity took her over and she stepped forward into the woods, a blast of fresh cool air settling on her pelt, so much fresher and nicer than the city. It was as if her senses had woken up; she may have been going crazy, but she heard a celestial voice chant the name, "Nightsnow" to her over and over. Suddenly, she sprinted forward at full speed, running for hours far from the city, only to collapse many miles and hours later in a cave, sheltered from the blizzard. The next morning she awakes and remembers nothing of the night before, or of her life before. ThunderClan was an erased memory, her mate and kits were also. The last thing she remembered was the name Nightsnow, and the memory before that was when she was drowned in the river by the rogues many years ago. She had no idea her was Holly or Hollheart; so therefore, she called herself Nightsnow.
6 Years Old:
Nightsnow lived happily in the wild, never knowing that she had been so grief stricken and insane, and did not know about her family's fate. ThunderClan was not a memory in her mind and the life of a loner felt so nice.
7 Years Old:
It was leaf-fall and she still suffered with her amnesia on the seventh year of her life. She had traveled so far that the city she had left had to have been a hundred worlds away by now. Over the years she had gotten many scars, both from the city and from living her life as Nightsnow in the wild. Nightsnow made an interesting discovery; a large group of cats living together in a forest? That was odd, and yet so familiar and the black she-cat could not understand why... she was drawn to them.
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