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HOLLYNIGHT
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HOLLYNIGHT
pure black she-cat | ||
she-cat | 28 moons | witty |
shadow | warrior | Apathetic |
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appearance
Hollynight knows she's beautiful. Not that she's vain or lords it over everyone else's head, but she's been told it so often that she's honestly just come to accept it as fact. Her fur is thick and shiny, well cared for even in leafbare. It has a slight blue tint when sunlight strikes it just right.
Her tail ends in a point, unlike the rounded tip of most tails. She doesn't mind the little difference, and is actually quite fond of it. She likes to think of it like a feather tip, and often lets her little siblings play with it when she visits.
Her eyes only enhance her beauty, a dark yellow color that shine in a start contrast to the blackness of her face. Even her nose is pure black, matching the pads on her paws.
personality
Hollynight is both an enigma and easy to figure out. She's blunt in the vaguest of ways, telling you exactly how you are but not how she feels about you. In a battle of wits, she's a fair opponent, giving as good as she gets, and is unafraid to twist your words around to win an argument.
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Her family is both her treasure and the bane of her existence. She'll protect and defend them all with her life, especially her siblings, but the three of them usually can't go a single day without bickering. Despite the constant back and forth, their relationships have never been strained.
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The other Clans can go suck on an egg for all she cares. Hollynight shares her leader's opinion on the other Clans, not caring a whit for them. She realizes the forest needs all four Clans, but in her mind it's every Clan for itself. If the river floods and RiverClan is driven from their camp, it's their own fault for choosing to stay on an island of all places.
history
Before Life
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It all started when Goosepaw placed a live beetle in Twigpaw's nest. Being only a moon apart, the two had grown up together. Twigpaw could barely remember a time he didn't have a silvery-white scrap of fur following after him, begging for a game or a story or some way to cure her ever-present boredom.
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That live beetle was the beginning of a beautiful and incredibly dysfunctional relationship. They pranked each other back and forth, never taking it too far and always in good humor. Training together was the only time they were serious, and boy did Twigpaw need the help. The brown tom was rubbish at hunting; it took him until after Goosepaw became an apprentice to bring back fresh-kill.
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He probably would have never been made a warrior if it wasn't for a fight with a fox. A brand new apprentice had gotten stuck in mud when a vixen found her. Twigpaw heard her cries for help and immediately went to the rescue, fighting with everything he had to save his Clanmate. He drove the fox away, but at the cost of part of his tail. The fox had bitten it so badly it couldn't be saved, and Twigpaw lost a quarter of his tail.
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For his bravery, he was named a warrior. It seemed his leader had a sense of humor though, and Twigpaw became Twigsnap for his poor hunting. It didn't matter to Goosepaw, because she found she loved him anyway. That night, she took advantage of his silent vigil and told him everything she both loved and hated about him. She loved his bravery and dedication to his Clanmates, but hated that he would put himself in harm's way without a single thought. By the time she left him, he was wide-eyed with shock and literally unable to say anything.
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Goosepaw avoided him for a moon until her own warrior ceremony, where she became Gooseberry for her good humor and pranks. Twigsnap took a page from her own book and did the same, telling her how he loved her ability to laugh in any situation but hated her insatiable need to be the center of attention.
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After that, it wasn't long until they were mates. Absolutely no one was surprised. By the time They were 20 and 21 moons respectively, Gooseberry was pregnant and in the nursery.
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Kit
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The eldest kit was little Hollykit, though she wasn't named that until the next day. Her pure black pelt was a thing of beauty. The middle born was the only tom, a brown-and-white tabby they named Almondkit. The youngest was named Kestrelkit, a she-kit that solidly took after her father's brown pelt.
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The three were typical kits for the first three moons. They drank their mother's milk, they were cranky when they missed their nap, and they explored their den as much as allowed. It was when they met the rest of the Clan that their own individual personalities began to shine.
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Hollykit was an adventurous and inquisitive kitten, a dangerous combination for any Clan. She explored all of the dens, even the ones she wasn't allowed in like the leader's and warrior'. She asked questions of everyone and everything, not stopping until she was satisfied with the answers.
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The only warrior who was both had the patience and was willing to put up with her was a middle-aged she-cat called Rowanleaf. She was soft-hearted and caring and the total opposite of Hollykit, so it was incredibly surprising the bond these two created. No one was surprised when Rowanleaf was chosen for her mentor.
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Apprentice
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Hollypaw was admittedly impatient to get to the battle part of their training. Rowanleaf was adamant about waiting until she was big enough, and as such inadvertently taught Hollypaw the value of patience. Not that she used it much.
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Even without formal training, Hollypaw was a force to be reckoned with in spars or play fights. It took both Almondpaw and Kestrelpaw to pin her down, and even then she never stopped squirming until they let her up.
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Let it never be said she gives up without a fight.
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For the longest time, she didn't even have anyone to test her skills against. There were no epic battles with the other Clans, no problems with loners or rogues or kittypets. Heck, her first scar was an accident. She'd been squirming under a bramble bush and a thorn had caught her ear, shredding the tip.
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Her first actual fight didn't happen until she was 11 moons old, and it wasn't against another cat. A dog had broken away from it's twolegs and was creating havoc in the territory. Hollypaw had been out with her siblings when it happened upon them, and the three worked together with the silent bond only close siblings had to keep it away from camp until it's twolegs came for it. It earned all three of them their warrior names.
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Warrior
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Hollynight was named for the blackness of her pelt and her particular skills in stalking at night. Almondwhisker was named for his hunting skills and Kestrelnose, her tracking. The entire family has lived happily since then. Both of her siblings are alive, as are her parents who are still happily and almost grotesquely in love with each other.
appearance
Hollynight knows she's beautiful. Not that she's vain or lords it over everyone else's head, but she's been told it so often that she's honestly just come to accept it as fact. Her fur is thick and shiny, well cared for even in leafbare. It has a slight blue tint when sunlight strikes it just right.
Her tail ends in a point, unlike the rounded tip of most tails. She doesn't mind the little difference, and is actually quite fond of it. She likes to think of it like a feather tip, and often lets her little siblings play with it when she visits.
Her eyes only enhance her beauty, a dark yellow color that shine in a start contrast to the blackness of her face. Even her nose is pure black, matching the pads on her paws.
personality
Hollynight is both an enigma and easy to figure out. She's blunt in the vaguest of ways, telling you exactly how you are but not how she feels about you. In a battle of wits, she's a fair opponent, giving as good as she gets, and is unafraid to twist your words around to win an argument.
<p>
Her family is both her treasure and the bane of her existence. She'll protect and defend them all with her life, especially her siblings, but the three of them usually can't go a single day without bickering. Despite the constant back and forth, their relationships have never been strained.
<p>
The other Clans can go suck on an egg for all she cares. Hollynight shares her leader's opinion on the other Clans, not caring a whit for them. She realizes the forest needs all four Clans, but in her mind it's every Clan for itself. If the river floods and RiverClan is driven from their camp, it's their own fault for choosing to stay on an island of all places.
history
[break][break]
It all started when Goosepaw placed a live beetle in Twigpaw's nest. Being only a moon apart, the two had grown up together. Twigpaw could barely remember a time he didn't have a silvery-white scrap of fur following after him, begging for a game or a story or some way to cure her ever-present boredom.
[break][break]
That live beetle was the beginning of a beautiful and incredibly dysfunctional relationship. They pranked each other back and forth, never taking it too far and always in good humor. Training together was the only time they were serious, and boy did Twigpaw need the help. The brown tom was rubbish at hunting; it took him until after Goosepaw became an apprentice to bring back fresh-kill.
[break][break]
He probably would have never been made a warrior if it wasn't for a fight with a fox. A brand new apprentice had gotten stuck in mud when a vixen found her. Twigpaw heard her cries for help and immediately went to the rescue, fighting with everything he had to save his Clanmate. He drove the fox away, but at the cost of part of his tail. The fox had bitten it so badly it couldn't be saved, and Twigpaw lost a quarter of his tail.
[break][break]
For his bravery, he was named a warrior. It seemed his leader had a sense of humor though, and Twigpaw became Twigsnap for his poor hunting. It didn't matter to Goosepaw, because she found she loved him anyway. That night, she took advantage of his silent vigil and told him everything she both loved and hated about him. She loved his bravery and dedication to his Clanmates, but hated that he would put himself in harm's way without a single thought. By the time she left him, he was wide-eyed with shock and literally unable to say anything.
[break][break]
Goosepaw avoided him for a moon until her own warrior ceremony, where she became Gooseberry for her good humor and pranks. Twigsnap took a page from her own book and did the same, telling her how he loved her ability to laugh in any situation but hated her insatiable need to be the center of attention.
[break][break]
After that, it wasn't long until they were mates. Absolutely no one was surprised. By the time They were 20 and 21 moons respectively, Gooseberry was pregnant and in the nursery.
[break][break]
[break][break]
The eldest kit was little Hollykit, though she wasn't named that until the next day. Her pure black pelt was a thing of beauty. The middle born was the only tom, a brown-and-white tabby they named Almondkit. The youngest was named Kestrelkit, a she-kit that solidly took after her father's brown pelt.
[break][break]
The three were typical kits for the first three moons. They drank their mother's milk, they were cranky when they missed their nap, and they explored their den as much as allowed. It was when they met the rest of the Clan that their own individual personalities began to shine.
[break][break]
Hollykit was an adventurous and inquisitive kitten, a dangerous combination for any Clan. She explored all of the dens, even the ones she wasn't allowed in like the leader's and warrior'. She asked questions of everyone and everything, not stopping until she was satisfied with the answers.
[break][break]
The only warrior who was both had the patience and was willing to put up with her was a middle-aged she-cat called Rowanleaf. She was soft-hearted and caring and the total opposite of Hollykit, so it was incredibly surprising the bond these two created. No one was surprised when Rowanleaf was chosen for her mentor.
[break][break]
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Hollypaw was admittedly impatient to get to the battle part of their training. Rowanleaf was adamant about waiting until she was big enough, and as such inadvertently taught Hollypaw the value of patience. Not that she used it much.
[break][break]
Even without formal training, Hollypaw was a force to be reckoned with in spars or play fights. It took both Almondpaw and Kestrelpaw to pin her down, and even then she never stopped squirming until they let her up.
[break][break]
Let it never be said she gives up without a fight.
[break][break]
For the longest time, she didn't even have anyone to test her skills against. There were no epic battles with the other Clans, no problems with loners or rogues or kittypets. Heck, her first scar was an accident. She'd been squirming under a bramble bush and a thorn had caught her ear, shredding the tip.
[break][break]
Her first actual fight didn't happen until she was 11 moons old, and it wasn't against another cat. A dog had broken away from it's twolegs and was creating havoc in the territory. Hollypaw had been out with her siblings when it happened upon them, and the three worked together with the silent bond only close siblings had to keep it away from camp until it's twolegs came for it. It earned all three of them their warrior names.
[break][break]
Warrior
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Hollynight was named for the blackness of her pelt and her particular skills in stalking at night. Almondwhisker was named for his hunting skills and Kestrelnose, her tracking. The entire family has lived happily since then. Both of her siblings are alive, as are her parents who are still happily and almost grotesquely in love with each other.
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