.Black. as the .Night.

[Haunt]

Name:
Blacknight

Age:
40 Moons

Gender:
She-cat

Alliance:
EternalClan

Rank:
Respected Warrior

Outer Beauty:
Blacknight, like her brother, is a simple black cat. She doesn't have a speck of any other color and unlike her brother she doesn't have a brown look to her fur. Her fur is of medium length and it has a certain sheen to it that makes it look very clean. Her fur is also soft to the touch and she grooms herself whenever she has a spare moment. Overall she is often considered very beautiful by the other members of her Clan.

Nightbreeze is built for ambushes and nightly hunts. She has long legs that are strong enough to use her former mate's patented tree hunting technique. She is not as battle oriented when compared to her brother, but she can hold her own in a fight. Blacknight can definitely be considered the hunter of her family and she would often take joining a hunting patrol over a border patrol any day. She is also a master of silent stalking, most of the time Blacknight never makes a noise when she's moving. Now that she has lost her voice, she can be considered even more silent.

Blacknight's eyes are a stunning green-yellow in color. Created from a speckling of gold and green it is amazing that some solid color could even be found in the eyes of this cat. Set against the black background of her fur, her gaze truly pops and suprises the unsuspecting cat. In the dark her eyes can sometimes appear spotted with a brown color, but they always look solid in the light. She really appreciates her eyes, especially when they attract the attention that cats usually pay to her throat these days. Her eyes could easily be turned to a venomous death glare, but usually she only looks on with kindness at her Clanmates. Enemy Clanmembers are a different story entirely.

Finally, it is time to mention the most noticeable piece of Blacknight's appearance. Her throat appears to have been ripped and torn at by the powerful jaws of another cat. Luckily it wasn't removed or punctured only severely crushed and gored, otherwise she would no longer be with EternalClan. No fur grows on her throat area and thick claw scars run down her chest from this injury. The claws scars were created by the same cat that almost tore out her throat, she would not be alive if Robinfeather hadn't been there to knock the rogue away from her. She may have been a beautiful cat before this injury occured, but now it takes a very special eye indeed to look passed her wounds and see the beautiful cat she had once been.

Inner Beauty:
Blacknight has often been referred to as Nightbreeze’s better half and for the most part that statement wouldn’t be too far off from the truth. She is calmer than her brother and has a way of soothing, not only Nightbreeze, but everyone she comes in contact with. She is easy to like and sociable, when she could still share tongues she often spent both the lunch and dinner hour chatting with everyone in the Clan. Her fears and issues are not as noticeable as her brother’s and she tries her hardest to keep it that way. Blacknight doesn’t like the thought of appearing weak or anything but perfect so she is a very private cat. This warrior is loved by her Clan and her brother, how could she possibly have flaws other than what they already know, other than the obvious?

Interesting question, but it probably would be better to pose that to a more interesting cat! I’m just another EternalClan warrior that lives and breathes Clan life. Much like my brother I love the tradition of the Clans and I couldn't possibly be happy living any life but this one. Even if living elsewhere would have left me my voice, I wouldn’t be happy. Cats in this Clan often find me sociable and a great listener, not just because I can’t say anything! They know that I genuinely care for everyone in EternalClan and that just makes them comfortable with me.

Ever since she was little Blacknight was the friendliest cat in her family. She loved to chat and play around, cats to her were fascinating and special. Everyone could tell that about her, the fact that she treated everyone like they were special was enough to make her one of the most popular cats in the Clan. She just had a way of caring about everything and she never seemed to tire of listening to cats’ problems. If she had been born a twoleg she probably would be the type of person that would end up working as a hairstylist. She may not be gossipy, but she could talk until the end of time and she could listen to the most boring cat in the world and never get tired of listening.

Blacknight doesn’t have the patience for being a mute and it often shows when she becomes frustrated. Communication is such a big thing to her that not being able to get the simplest things through to someone can put her in a fiery mood. This trait of hers is one of the only things, besides her looks, that ties her to her brother. She can be just as terrifying as her brother when she gets frustrated with herself, the only difference is if she seems angry at you she will always find a way to make it up to you. Blacknight doesn’t like to leave bad blood between herself and a Clanmate.

This warrior is one of the most humble that you will ever see. Even when she was an apprentice and she had done something well she would find a way to give the credit to someone else. When Blacknight takes credit for anything, which is rarely, she gets really embarrassed. Sometimes she feels as though, if she takes credit for something she will be viewed as a braggart or StarClan will be against her the next time she tries to do something to even the playing field. So credit never goes where credit is due if the place it belongs is with Blacknight.

Privacy is a big thing with Blacknight, she feels weird at the thought of everyone in her Clan knowing every single thing about her. In order to learn things about her one has to get a reputation with her as an amazing secret keeper. Now with the muteness it is easier for her to be a private cat without making it seem like she doesn’t trust anybody. Privacy is more of a comfort thing for her than anything else. Without it she would feel like she’s walking around camp furless and she has the spotlight.

Blacknight has an ever increasing fear of daylight, known as phengophobia. So many bad things have happened to her during the day that she has begun to associate daylight with bad things. This fear hasn’t become so crippling as to keep her from leaving the den when the sun is out, but she does feel considerably more nervous when she is out during the day. Her heart beats awkwardly and sometimes she can’t help but to shake a little when she finds herself warmed by the light of the sun. She still finds herself out during the day, mainly because it’s hard as a warrior to hide oneself away for many hours.

She has always been an easy-going, go with the flow sort of cat. These days she has been down on herself a bit too much and sometimes she feels really panicked, but Blacknight will really only ever appear calm and collected to her Clanmates. It helps that she can no longer get tangled up in her words when she isn’t paying attention or extremely anxious. Blacknight also has a unique aura around her that leaves cats feeling soothed by her presence and it has been that way ever since she was a kit. This really helps when her brother gets in one of his moods because usually she is the only one that can make him feel better.

This she-cat has a very powerful imagination and with it she often conjures up images of passionate romances and her dream tom. Many cats aren’t aware of her checklist of traits her true love will have and she is sure to keep it that way. A guilty pleasure of hers is imagining what life would be like as a mate of some tom that she happens to be crushing on. So far the most perfect cat that she has met was her mate Skyhigh, since him she hasn’t seen anyone better.

Blacknight lives for pleasing other cats and working in groups. She’s too humble to take the lead in group settings, but often it is this same quality that puts her in positions that have her helping with the chemistry of other cats. Clan life is all about being a team player to Blacknight and she gets rubbed the wrong way by cats that think they are above the Clan. Working with others and compromising are two things her brother doesn’t do very well, but she is the queen at.

Past:
"The best way to finish is to begin.."

Blackkit was born to the average pair of Greyfur and Browntail on an average day in an average newleaf. Her litter was tiny and only included herself and Nightkit, her brother. They were raised to love their Clan and always be loyal. Most of their kithood was spent tussling outside the nursery and debating the merits of having the leader or deputy as a mentor. They did those normal kit things in other words.

Blackkit and Nightkit were inseparable and they couldn’t bring themselves to go out and cause mischief unless they were together. What fun could they get from pranking cranky, old Crosseye if they didn’t have each other to share it with? As picture perfect as this easy kithood was they often talked about how empty the nursery was with only the two of them in it. Waterfur finally gave birth to a litter of kits when the two were three and a half moons old. Blackkit and Nightkit spent the next two and half moons making sure that the kits of Waterfur’s litter would become the coolest playmates.

Watereye had given birth to a litter of three, two she-cats and one tom. Robinkit was the only male of the bunch and was named for the color of his eyes that matched that of a robin’s egg. He was soft-hearted and one of the most chivalrous cats that you could ever meet. Shadekit was quiet and often she tried her best to blend into the background, but she had one of the best senses of humor in all of the Clan. Dewkit however was just as spirited and mischievous as Blackkit and Nightkit.

Soon Robinkit, Shadekit, and Dewkit were old enough to play with Blackkit and Nightkit. The lot became the best of friends, but Blackkit was especially close with Shadekit and Nightkit would spend hours tumbling around the front of the nursery with Dewkit. Naturally these good times would have to come to an end, though the only cats that this change sucked for was the three younger kits. They were just reaching the age when they got especially antsy to be made apprentices and here Nightkit and Blackkit were leaving them to do just that.

"Work is life and the only way to get ahead.."

Blackpaw received Skyhigh as a mentor and her brother got stuck with Drytongue. Blackpaw was Skyhigh’s first apprentice and they got along like they had known each other all their lives. She found herself crushing on the handsome tom when he took her out hunting for the first time. He taught her a style of hunting that he said he had created when he was an apprentice! Imagining her mentor as a cat her age that already had made a name for himself was enough to start a one-sided crush.

Blackpaw and Nightpaw would meet in the hollowed center of a secret tree every quarter moon to talk about things they would not otherwise dare to say in camp. Blackpaw informed Nightpaw here about what type of cat her mentor was. She just couldn’t stop speaking praises of her mentor. Nightpaw had batted her ear and told her that she needed to stop crushing on her mentor and start learning a thing or two. By that first meeting he apparently had already beaten two of the other older apprentices in sparring.

After two and a half moons of hardcore training Blackpaw and Nightpaw were joined in the apprentice den by Shadepaw, Robinpaw, and Dewpaw. It was a happy reunion and again the band of cats became close and on the night the medicine cats went to their meeting the five apprentices would meet in the secret hollowed out tree. They would discuss their mentors and show each other techniques that were unique to their given mentors. It was also at one of the meetings that Blackpaw proclaimed that she was in love with Skyhigh, her mentor. She also started really talking with Robinpaw about life and other deep topics she didn’t like discussing with anyone, but her brother. He was a sweet cat, but he seemed to be the only tom that hadn’t been thought of in terms of her dream tom criteria.
Finally after one final assessment with her mentor Blackpaw was ready to move on into warriorhood. She couldn’t wait to be a warrior so perhaps Skyhigh could take some interest in her as someone other than his apprentice. Blackpaw could finally be thought of as fair game when she took her warrior name and she knew it.

"Push forward and come out on top.."

Blackpaw became Blacknight and she was praised for her Modesty and Fortitude. Blacknight nearly fell over herself with happiness on the way back to thank her mentor. She was slightly intrigued by the choice of night as her warrior name, but she wasn’t about to argue with something that tied her closer to her beloved brother. Their vigil was long, but it went fast with thoughts of love running through both of their minds. Soon she would confess her attraction to her old mentor and Nightbreeze would debate telling Dewpaw that he loved her.

Life continued almost the same as it previously had the only difference being the duties and the den. Blacknight spent much of her time with Skyhigh, but she would always come gushing about him when Nightbreeze joined her in the hollowed tree. Soon the two would become mates and the half moon meetings in the hollowed tree drew to a close. Blacknight felt like Robinpaw was mad at her and they drifted apart for a few moons before he had seemingly forgiven her for whatever she had done.

Two and a half moons after Nightbreeze and Blacknight had been made warriors their three friends joined them. Robinpaw was named Robinfeather, Shadepaw became Shadefoot, and Dewpaw received the name Dewfrost. Blacknight was overjoyed that her friends would once more share a den with herself and Nightbreeze. The day after their vigil she went for a hunt and thought about all of the fun the group would now be able to have. Shadefoot, her best friend, would now be able to sleep by her side along with her brother and Robinfeather.

Around Sunhigh her whiskers twitched as she scented something off. Closing her eyes against the glare of the sun, Blacknight realized that there were rogues surrounding the strong scent of a Clanmate and Blacknight took off at a breakneck pace to see what was wrong. Dewfrost stood alone surrounded by a group of eight rogues. With a deafening yowl, Blacknight leaped on the back of one rogue and watched as he raced away like a scared kit.

Her yowl had attracted Shadefoot’s attention, but momentarily distracted Blacknight felt the teeth of one nasty rogue latch onto her throat. His front claws lashed across her chest a few times and she saw spots at the corners of her vision. Things dipped in and out of clarity as the world spun about her. The last time she was able to get eyes open all she could make out was the form of Robinfeather standing over her protectively. He had venom in his eyes and one of his paws would occasionally come to apply pressure on her throat.

A half moon later, Blacknight awoke in the medicine cat’s den with Robinfeather sleeping at her side. She tried to say his name, but she found that no sound would come out, she figured that her throat was just too dry. Pressing a stiff paw to his ribcage, she awoke the sleeping tom. She couldn’t tell whether he was happier to see her or more stricken with grief. He informed her that both of his sisters had been killed in the skirmish. Blacknight felt like screaming no at the top of her lungs, but she couldn’t make the word come out.

Blacknight was devastated at the loss of both her voice and her best friend. She dove into a deep depression and thoughts of everything that she would now miss out on in her life. There was no way she could train an apprentice now and she had never even gotten the opportunity to do so. She couldn’t share tongues with her Clanmates anymore, Shadefoot would never be able to make her laugh again. The worst part of the whole thing was that it seemed as though she was spending more time with Robinfeather han her own mate. Somehow he didn’t seem to have anything to say to her anymore. Everytime they were left alone he would silently stare at her throat and chest and she would uncomfortably lick her chest.

At sunhigh many moons later she found that Skyhigh had been struck down by the greencough epidemic. The next sunny morning she awoke beside his cold body. The entire day she was too stricken with grief to move anywhere it wasn’t until an hour after she had awoken that the medicine cat realized that Skyhigh was dead. Nightbreeze spent that first night as deputy watching over his sister. He didn’t say anything, he just offered her a sympathetic body.

Robinfeather came in later that night and mourned the death of her mate and his Clanmate. He became Blacknight’s new best friend after that horrible day and painful night.

Kin:
Father-Greyfur-Deceased
Mother-Browntail-Deceased
Brother-Nightbreeze-Living

IC Sample:
Maybe just so I know that I can play her well

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