Post by littlewing on Apr 24, 2020 2:26:31 GMT
Black of Moonless Night
Tribe ∙ Range-Guard ∙ he/him male ∙ 40 moons
Appearance
Description sentence:
A large silver tabby tom with long fur and diamond-like markings.
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Gene String: ll Bb1 XoY Dd Aa mcmc Li Ccb Ii Wsw
Appearance:
Black is a classic silver tabby with dark stripes that tear across his body. These stripes swirl around white spots located on his shoulder and backs and line his front feet like socks. He is a large long-haired cat with a heavily built frame, his muscles obvious from moons of physical labor. Black sports facial scars from small scuffs in the past and his ears are nicked as well. On top of this, he also has a scar on his shoulder from fighting off rats in his previous clan. Recently, he received another scar along his lower back during the chaotic transition over to the Tribe. His expression, by default, is unreadably stoic.
Personality
Positive Traits: • Sticks to his word; reliable • Focuses on logic over emotions • Physically able | Negative Traits: • Struggles to communicate clearly • May forgive, but doesn’t forget • Quick to sacrifice himself |
Personality:
Blackmoon is an observant tom; he’s much more quiet than the others and usually only speaks when he has to. He holds strong morals and traditional clan beliefs that are rarely broken. He doesn’t care about what other cats think of him and only pays attention to the needs of Peakclan. He can be a bit too self-sacrificial at times, but he always believes there’s a good cause behind it.
He’s quick to get annoyed but is usually good at holding his emotions in; it might escape as a quick lash of his tail at times. On top of this, he is very closed off about his previous life as a tribe cat and refuses to answer any questions on the topic. Blackmoon is a very serious cat with a low tolerance policy for silly mistakes. Besides these flaws, Blackmoon is incredible at completing his tasks and staying focused on the subject at hand. He is reliable, trustworthy, and definitely a strong foundation for any cat to lean on.
Skills & Combat
Strengths: • Seasoned fighter • Clear-minded, doesn’t get overwhelmed • Big boy | Weaknesses: • Struggles to climb trees • Large blind spot behind his back • Mediocre water combat |
Character Background
History:
Black was born to a pair of loving parents as a tribe cat, Peak That Touches Sky and Shrike Sitting on Cloud, who instilled strong values of discipline and strength, which he still carries today. His original name was Black of Moonless Night. He was a bit awkward when it comes to making friends due to his stiff personality, so he drifted through his kit-hood with very little company; this lead him to focus on his duty to the tribe more than his social life. He was assigned the role of home-guard when he was born and did not question it; duty was duty, and he would give it his all. Black mentored under Buck with Broken Antler and was otherwise a great student that took his job seriously... maybe a bit too seriously at times. Stag encouraged him to lighten up, but the little tom seemed to live to work. One afternoon, he trained too hard and slammed his face into a set of jagged rocks on the riverside. The cut brushed across his face, narrowly missing his eyes. Black quietly sniffled as Buck licked all the blood away and patched him up.
A well-known and avoided part of the river, the Rushing Straits, contained some of the best fish yet held the title as the most dangerous part of tribe territory. The rocks one could hop across to navigate the river were slippery and coated with moss, which all lead downstream towards a waterfall. Peak That Touches Sky, Black's father, mentored Little Droplets on Flowerbud. She slipped into the raging waters while trying to cross and Peak dove in to save her. He used all of his strength to catch his to-be and throw her back onto land, but he was unable to make it. Peak's body was never found. The tribe came together to mourn their loss and praise Peak for his heroic actions. Black never held a grudge against Droplet, who had already blamed herself enough. The opposite actually happened and Black grew closer to her, soon adopting each other as siblings and connecting through the memories of Peak. Black graduated from Buck's teachings and moved positions as a fully-trained home-guard. He was commonly assigned to guide the home entrance and often sat atop a pile of rocks to get a good view, like a gargoyle.
The Tribe of Ancient Roots was placed northwards of the clan cats. The two rarely interacted with each other and kept to their respective sides of territory. Black was too young to remember how it happened, but clan kits somehow ended up in tribe territory. The clans blamed the tribe for kidnapping and a war broke out. He was still just a young home-guard at the time with minimal fighting experience outside of sparring with his mentor. He found himself in a flurry of fur and claws, unable to tell who was who. Both familiar and unfamiliar scents mingled with blood confused him. Black held himself out as best as he could, using his large size to his advantage. Many clan cats died, though triple the amount of tribe cats did as well. Black entered a dark part of his life, his grief for his father projected on his hatred for clan cats.
Ten moons passed and everything seemed quiet until two-legs started to encroach on their territory. It started slowly, a yellow monster here, two-legs wearing bright orange pelts there… until suddenly the monsters were freed. The tribe was on the front line of their assault, and the cats that were not captured were killed. He had no time to think and acted as quickly as he could, grabbing a brown kit before he frantically dashed out of his home. Almost vividly, the tom can recall carrying the kit, Bear that Catches Fish, for miles until he stumbled upon the clans who persecuted him not too long ago. He had to swallow his pride and ask to join, mainly for Bear's sake. He still doesn't know what happened to his mother, Shrike, or his mentor, Buck. All that he knew was he had to take care of Bear.
He temporarily joined one of the clans as a warrior named Blackmoon, but had a hard time fitting in. During this point, he mentored Bearpaw, the brown kit he rescued, who he now considers to be his adoptive daughter. The two grew in closeness as the only cats who truly understood each other. In secret, they'd call each other their clan names and dream about the winding birch forests that seemed to have just existed in a distant dream. Caring for Bearpaw filled the hole in his heart, soothing over the numbness he didn't know he held.
Ashlight, a light gray she-cat wearing a feather, and Blackmoon made an agreement to have kits when he was around 30 moons. They were on amicable terms and though Blackmoon felt no attraction, he believed that she would be a strong mother. During this same Leaf-Bare, Ashlight bore four kits; they were named Lark-kit, Emberkit, Kestrelkit, and Hailkit. Emberkit did not survive through her first night. Blackmoon became fiercely protective over the three, as any parent would be.
One day, clan camp became overrun with rats, the inky creatures pouring out of the cave walls, and Blackmoon stayed back to battle the vermin while his clan-mates fled. He knew they were carrying disease, but fought anyways. Thanks to him, his clan was able to escape in the nick of time and seek shelter elsewhere. Blackmoon received an X-shaped scar on his shoulders from the rats and thankfully did not contract any diseases. Bearpaw seemed to fade into thin air and Blackmoon couldn't seem to find her no matter how hard he tried.
His clan-mates who didn't trust him before were now kinder and opened their hearts for him. Though the bitterness Blackmoon carried was heavy, he decided to open his heart towards them as well.
In the meanwhile, Blackmoon started to form feelings for a longhair sunshine molly named Morningstep. The two got along swimmingly and Blackmoon found himself nervous and at a loss for words for the first time in his life. Ashlight began to grow possessive and manipulative over Blackmoon, despite the terms of their previous arrangement, and Blackmoon had to distance himself from her. His three kits did not approve of their mother's behavior and sided with Blackmoon, welcoming Morningstep into their family with open paws.
Just as he was getting used to clan life, the two-legs returned, seemingly with a vengeance. The clan allegiances began to crumble with political turmoil and cats started killing each other for resources. Blackmoon earned a new set of scars on his lower back from defending himself during this tumultuous time. After moons of fighting and disease, there were no clans left, just straggly groups of survivors. Suddenly, the survivors all had a vision one night, just barely able to keep their eyes shut for the entire time. A feminine voice spoke to them, calm, soothing, and eerily familiar.
"Follow the clawmarks in the night. The stars are bound to your paws and will bring you home."
For the next moon, meteor showers littered the skies. Blackmoon, along with the many other cats who shared the same dream, chased them; some formed groups while others traveled solo. Blackmoon chose to stick close to his family and other clan-cats he knew. They would walk every other night for the next moon before stumbling upon a peaceful valley, untouched by the two-legs and their monsters. Four clans resided there and the survivors began to split up and join the clan of their choosing. Blackmoon kept wandering, a tug in his heart telling him there was something more out there, something for him.
Blackmoon approached the delicate cliffs stacked east to the clans and unbeknownst to him, a tribe hid within the caves. A tribe cat approached him cautiously, their face obscured by the shadows. His pelt immediately stood up, ready to fight. The cat came into view, revealing themselves to be Buck with Broken Antler. The two immediately recognized each other and embraced, Blackmoon feeling like a to-be once more. Buck hastily explained that the Tribe of Ancient Roots never disappeared, but relocated under a new name as The Tribe of Painted Pools. When Buck was done admiring Blackmoon's kits, he welcomed their group to the tribe. Blackmoon changed his name back to his original one, Black of Moonless Night, and spent a moon as a to-be to become a range-guard. He helped his kits and Morningstep transition to tribe life as well.
Black had never been happier in his life. He was finally home again.
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Family:
Mother: Shrike Sitting on Cloud
Father: Peak That Touches Sky
Siblings: N/A
Mate:
Kits: Hail That Shakes in Storm, Kestrel That Sings With Wind, Lark
That Races Cloud, Emberkit (deceased)
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