-Blackshadow-
Name: (Night) Blackshadow
Rank: Loner
Gender: Tom
Age: 36 moons
Personality: A rather mysterious tom stands before you with little clues to who he is or the past he holds. Though he may seem day and bitter when you first lay your eyes upon him it is simply the life of a loner that made him this way. He was raised believing he could trust in nobody except for himself, and trust in himself he has. There has never really been anybody else besides his mother, but even she has gone now. He stands alone with an attitude that quickly seems to push others away from him, but once the walls come crumbling down what you will see before you is a kind and loyal tom. He really would defend his friends with his life.
History: He was born to a warrior and a loner, his father being the warrior, but his name was never known. His mother had been a loner named Moon for the silky white fur she held. || When her kits were born only one survived the harsh stomry night they were born on and that was the one named Night. || Black as shadows with eyes the color of emeralds. || The spitting image of his father. Moon raised the tiny kit until he was ten moon old. She passed away tragically and for another sixteen moons Night cared for and fended for himself goreing to be a fine young cat with plenty of potential. Now roaming alone he is aware of the nearby clan, perhaps he will have to take a look at them.
Rank: Loner
Gender: Tom
Age: 36 moons
Personality: A rather mysterious tom stands before you with little clues to who he is or the past he holds. Though he may seem day and bitter when you first lay your eyes upon him it is simply the life of a loner that made him this way. He was raised believing he could trust in nobody except for himself, and trust in himself he has. There has never really been anybody else besides his mother, but even she has gone now. He stands alone with an attitude that quickly seems to push others away from him, but once the walls come crumbling down what you will see before you is a kind and loyal tom. He really would defend his friends with his life.
History: He was born to a warrior and a loner, his father being the warrior, but his name was never known. His mother had been a loner named Moon for the silky white fur she held. || When her kits were born only one survived the harsh stomry night they were born on and that was the one named Night. || Black as shadows with eyes the color of emeralds. || The spitting image of his father. Moon raised the tiny kit until he was ten moon old. She passed away tragically and for another sixteen moons Night cared for and fended for himself goreing to be a fine young cat with plenty of potential. Now roaming alone he is aware of the nearby clan, perhaps he will have to take a look at them.