"it is dangerous being free, but most come to like the taste of it."
name: Witch > Nightfeather bio: Cis female, lesbian rank: Deputy appearance: Black tabby, blue-green eyes, based on a maine coon rise id: #0308 artist: PeanutButterRum mate: parents: Salem [ father, kittypet ] & Mossheart [ mother, clan ] siblings: Unkown offspring: None |
history .
Nightfeather's mother fell in love with a kittypet, eventually having kits with him and telling her clan she hadn't wanted the kits and their father was a rogue. She took her litter away from the clan, dumping them at their father's den in the middle of the night. Only Nightfeather survived, becoming Witch and living there with her father as a kittypet for close to a moon before their housefolk took in another stray kitten - Sleet. The two became the best of friends immediately, though it wasn't to last. Sleet had come in close to death, but it was clear he wasn't comfortable or happy, so Witch helped him to escape, as heartbreaking as it was for him. Shortly after, her housefolk moved, taking Witch along with them to the place where the world ended and the sun was born each day, a place she learned was called the ocean. There, her father Salem became sick and passed away and she just couldn't stand to be reminded of him, so she fled. Right into the waiting paws of a clan of feral cats settled into one of the deep sea-side caves and she joined them, then becoming Nightpaw and training up into a wonderful warrior. On the night she became deputy, as she was sitting her second silent vigil as were the customs within this clan, the sea swept in angrily and flooded their home, killing nearly all of the cats in their sleep. Nightfeather made it out, clutching the scruff of one of the clan's newly born kits and desperately crawling out of the hissing water. She waited there on the beach for an entire day, only leaving once the kit grew desperately hungry and mewled in distress. Nightfeather found a nursing mother in the nearby housefolk town, a lovely silver tabby named Heron, and the two fell in love and raised the kits together until Heron was taken by some horrible twolegs with their shining stick and taken away, along with her kits. The twolegs tried to take Nightfeather and the clan kit, Slatekit, but the black molly fought desperately and made it out in one piece. Together, the last two survivors trekked endlessly, guided by instinct until they bumped into yet another clan. While there, she heard of a new clan emerging at the base of the White Fangs and lead by a strange, pale tom and something ate away at Nightfeather until she couldn't stand it and had to find her way to this new clan, her adoptive daughter at her side. She couldn't believe her eyes when it turned out this clan was lead by her friend and she wasted no time in joining. |
personality .
Cunning like a fox, with a silver tongue and the confidence of a rooster, outwardly, Nightfeather seems more like a cocky apprentice than a cat befitting her rank and age. But don't let this fool you; behind this sassy facade is an observant, quick-thinking deputy who is always watching and listening and cataloging info for later use. She's a calculating cat, one who knows what she wants and how to get it with charming words. stats ★ / ☆
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