Nightfur

[silverfang218]

Name: Nightfur

Gender: Female

Age: 52 Moons

Sexuality: Straight

Clan: MistClan

Rank: Queen

Quote: “The greatest thing we can give our Clan is the future.”

Appearance: Nightfur is a smaller, lithe cat. What she lacks in the muscle department, she makes up for in speed and agility. Her eyes are her defining feature: glowing, green orbs that couldn’t possibly contrast more with her fur, which is short, but thick, and pure black in color. Her head is thin, with her eyes taking up most of her face. She also has large ears, which tend to twitch slightly when she’s excited.

Personality: Nightfur is a sweetheart. She regards her clan as an extended family, and the clan- along with the warrior code- is always her first priority. While she can be a sharp hunter or a fierce fighter, Nightfur spent quite a bit of free time at the nursery kitten-sitting to give some of the queens a break; Nightfur loves kits. Any cat that didn’t know her very well would say that Nightfur didn’t have a mean bone in her body, though she can be stern, even angry, if she is pushed too far. Nightfur is perfectly capable of standing up for what she believes to be right (which is often dictated by the warrior code). She has a bit of a melancholy aura around her now, though, as most of her kittens died from the disasters. It also has made her a bit of an overprotective mother towards her remaining kits.

Strengths:

She is small and slender, and is very fast and agile.

She is a well trained fighter and an excellent hunter. She is less good at fishing but was taught both fishing and swimming by Ravenwing.

Weaknesses:

She gets emotionally hurt easily and also gets attached easily. A tom could easily make her fall in love with him, only to leave her and it would devastate the queen. While she is likely a bit above average intelligence, she could be tricked easily by other cats.

She has a bit of a depression spell going on since vast majority of her first litter died.

History: Nightfur is just a typical clan cat; she played in the nursery as a kit, was an unruly apprentice, and now serves her clan as a warrior… though in truth, she had always hoped to have kits. Her dreams of kits came from both her love for the lil rascals and her desire to serve her clan by raising strong warriors.

The best part of being a warrior for Nightfur has been training apprentices. Her last apprentice was Silverfang, who later became the medicine cat but was originally a full warrior. Only a moon into Silver’s training, Silverpaw had fallen off a cliff and badly broken her leg. During her recovery, Silverpaw’s mother and last remaining family member died, so motherly Nightfur pretty much adopted the young apprentice as her child. Once Silverpaw returned to her apprenticeship, the two cats had to work out a unique way for Silver, whose leg never fully recovered, to fight and hunt. The two she-cats are still very close.

Once she finally had kits, her mate left her then the fire and earthquake stole four of her six kits away. Now her biggest drive is to protect her remaining family. She has kind of adopted little Sootkit, a kit left an orphan after the fire, but she is not nearly as close to the little guy as Silverfang, his other adopted mother, is.