DarkHeart's Cats

[Darkheart]

I see a light...

I see a shadow...

I see myself...

Full Title: Nighstalker

Nickname: Shadow

Age: 23 moons

Gender: Female

Species: Non-pedigree

Rank: Deputy

Clan: Shadow

Allegiance: Neutral

What you see is what you get..

Description: Nightstalker isn't what you would call bulky, although she definitely looks it. she has long glossy black fur and sharp amber eyes. Beneath her pelt she is lean and thin, maybe even bordering on scrawny. She has an uneven diet, only eating when she greatly feels the need to but her muscles are rock hard and solid. She can most certainly carry her own weight but occasionally doesn't mind carrying someone else's. Her eyes contrast greatly against her pitch black pelt and strangely her claws are as black as her fur. She blends sinlessly with dark backgrounds and shadows and can be deathly silent, hint her nickname.

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Personality: Quiet, loyal, content. Those are the words that instantly come to mind when Nightstalker's name pops up into a cat's mind. Although she puts up a cold front that screams 'leave me alone!' she actually doesn't mind talking to other cats, she simply isn't much of a fan for vocal swappings. She is a real softy on the inside but hates to show it in fear of being called weak. She has a major soft spot for kits but hasn't fancied the thought of having her own. She isn't much of a motherly type but cats have told her otherwise. She is somewhat stubborn but laid back and calm. She is easy to get along with and is pretty much content with anything you throw at her.

The past never fades...

History: Nightkit bit her lip anxiously. She didn't know exactly what to do at the moment. What could she do? She winced and curled into the corner, using her long plume of a tail to cover her eyes. Her father had always been a violent brute, which made pretty much every cat in the clan question her mother's affection for him. Honestly, even Nightkit didn't know but she didn't care.
The only thing she wanted right now was for her father to stop hurting her mother.
Another pain filled yowl split the night air and made her shiver. She felt a warm liquid spray along her spine but she dare not look.
"Nightkit!" Her mother wailed as her fathers long hooked claws came down again again and again, scraping through the fur of her mothers soft tabby pelt.
Nightkit whimpered softly. She felt awful but what could she do? She was a tiny kit and her father was a huge mangy brute. As she turned her head and stared at the sight before her with anguish she couldn't help but recall what her mother had said to her a few days before.

"You look just like your father. You know that?"

Nightkit snorted as her mother's tongue rasped over her ears.

"I don't know if that's a good thing mother." She grumbled and luckily it slipped past her mother's ears. In that instant a feeling of anger and annoyance welled up inside her. She hated her father but yet she had inherited his horrible looks. Bright, watchful amber eyes and a long pitch black pelt. Though she lacked his size and strength she was glad she inherited that from her mother, who was a rather thin and lean she-cat. She continued to let her mother wash her, that feeling only growing into something she could recognize today as nothing but pure unbridled,
hate.

Now she watched as her father murdered her mother, slowly, painfully. She couldn't take it any longer, she stumbled to her paws, her mother's cries choked by the blood rising in her throat. She caught her father's eye as she moved to get away and he grinned, making her eyes widen. It was like staring straight into a mirror, one occupied by a demon, it's actions not matching her own.
"Where are you going?" He asked, ripping his teeth from his mate's throat.
"Shadow" He taunted as he began to saunter toward her. She tensed, pelt bristling as he drew near. The rank stench of blood making her cough and her tiny eyes water.
He reached out and drug one bloody claw across her leg, cutting into the skin and causing her to yelp and shrink away. Fear was building as he towered over her, blood lust clouding his gaze.
But in that instant, flattened against the ground, she felt that sensation again.
Hate. A voice seemed to whisper and she drew back her lip, revealing tiny but sharp kitten teeth.
"I won't let you kill me." She snapped, quickly lashing out and catching his left eye under her black claws. He yowled furiously, lurching backward and shaking his head, not paying attention as she fled into the night, the moon being her only guide in the heavy darkness. Finally she clambered through the roots of an old tree and collapsed, sadness ripping at her as the shadows wrapped around and cradled her tiny form.

Apprenticeship

Nightpaw glared at her father, eyes narrowing dangerously. He had lost the sight in his left eye after that night many moons ago but the brute had never been found out. He had dragged the body of her mother to WindClan territory and blamed it on them. A few fights broke out because of this, all of these he got to skip because he was so 'grief-stricken'.
Sick.
She never spoke of that night to anyone. Not even her closest friend, Sparrowpaw.
"What's wrong?" The thin Calico beside her asked, Nightpaw shook her head, giving a reassuring smile to Sparrowpaw.
"I'm fine..." The black-clad she-cat said, brushing her friend's shoulder with her tail. As these words left her jaws she felt as though she was lying.

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Sparrowpaw lie dead at her paws, blood pouring from her freshly ripped throat. She stared up in horror at her father, just as he finished killing a warrior that was guarding the entrance to camp.
"Why!?" She snarled, lurching forward and colliding with the larger cat, knocking them both over and tumbling out of camp and into the forest.
He snarled and threw her off, pouncing on her and pinning her beneath him, claws ripping into her shoulders painfully.
"Why? Because I never wanted you! You were an accident! A mistake that I wasn't prepared to make! I didn't want your mother! I didn't want any of this! So since you ruined my life I'm going to ruin yours!" He snapped, raking his claws down her chest and making her wail in pain.
"You're pathetic. A worthless piece of foxdung. You don't deserve the blood coursing through your veins." He hissed as tears began to well up in her brilliant amber optics. She went silent and he sneered, lip curling back to flash ugly jagged fangs.
"I hate you..." She muttered, making his ears prick.
"What was that?" He growled and almost gasped when he was met with a fierce glare, one so intense it made him shutter.
"I HATE YOU!" She yowled, pushing him off and raking her claws across his face. He yelped in surprise as she continued to slash him.
"You're the one who's pathetic!" She hissed once she had gotten him to cower before her, his blood soaking not only his own fur, but hers.
"Worthless, stupid, mangy, piece of foxdung!" She drew back her claws and with a quick movement dug them deep into his jugular, smiling slightly as he gargled.
"You don't even deserve to live." With that she ripped out her claws, a fountain of blood following suit. His body went limp and with cold unfeeling eyes she walked away.
Never to look back on this moment and never to regret what she had done.

Can you catch a shadow?

Likes: Night, Flowers, Kits, Rain, Cloudy days, Fog, Spring.

Dislikes: Too much Sunlight, Heat, Bees, Spiders, Frogs.

Flaws: Can be swayed to be evil despite her vast amounts of loyalty.

Skills: Hunting, Fighting, Intimidation.

This coming darkness..

Friends: N/a

Mate: N/a

Kits: N/a

Kin: N/a

Melodies...

Theme songs:
Mad world- Alex Parks
Everything Burns- Anastacia