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Nightfrost of DuskClan
|| A P P E A R A N C E
Nightfrost is a pure black tom with short, slightly wiry fur, a heavy build with big paws and a long tail, and ice blue eyes (slightly darker than the photo).
|| P E R S O N A L I T Y
Night is quite a quiet tom, often keeping to himself and spending time learning things about others before he decides whether or not to get to know them. He is loyal to his Clan but often wonders what lies outside the boundaries that the Clan cats set for themselves, as he believes that they are constraining themselves from creating great legacies that could spread the word of their existence for many many generations. To others he seems rather happy and helpful, but very obviously protective of his Clan as he would lay down his life to protect anyone, regardless of his personal feelings about them, and can come across as a little arrogant in his ways of speaking and acting around others, especially now since there are younger warriors that look up to him.
|| S K I L L S
fighting || 9
hunting || 5
tracking || 6
climbing || 2
running || 5
strength || 6
swimming || 3
memory || 5
herb lore || 2
|| F A M I L Y & H I S T O R Y
Mother || Tiffany, kittypet (deceased)
Father || Tigerscar, warrior of DuskClan (deceased)
Sibling/s || Elli (kittypet), Sleet (open), and two other unnamed kits
Nightfrost was born as Night into a kittypet household with his four siblings to his mother, a gorgeous white and grey shecat named Tiffany, who loved them with all of her heart. Two of the kits died soon after they were born and, though he did not quite understand what was going on, he realised his mother was grieving for them. Though the kits grew, Tiffany became lethargic and grumpy, not wanting to play with the three kits who remained, too caught in grief to realise.
One day, while the kits were growing and playing outside by themselves, a strange tom dropped into the garden with a dead mouse in his jaws. The kits panicked, but Tiffany greeted the stranger like an old friend. She introduced Tigerscar as their father, and explained he lived with a group of cats out in the wild.
Tigerscar visited a few times over the next couple of moons but never for long; Sleet was taken away when the kits were four moons, and Elli the day before the last time Tigerscar visited. Alone and afraid, Night begged to go with his father and, much to his surprise, his mother agreed and sent the pair off with a loving lick to each of their ears. The Clan warily accepted the youngster as an apprentice, and grew fond of him when they realised how much like his father he was. He grew into a fine young warrior earning the name Nightfrost for his cunning, a loyal and happy cat with his place in the Clan.
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