"I don't speak or act a certain way intentionally. I'm just me."

Name: Nightkit || Nightpaw || Nightfall ||

Nickname(s): Miss Moody, Nighty

Gender: Female

Age: 7 moons

Allegiance: ThunderClan

Relationship Status: Single

Mentor(s): Unknown

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Family

Mother: Unknown

Father: Unknown

Grandmother: Unknown

Grandfeather: Unknown

Aunts: Unknown

Uncles: Unknown

Siblings: Unknown

Kits: N/A

Close Friends: Unknown

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Appearance

Pelt: Pure black

Eyes: Dark forest green

Build: Slightly larger than the average apprentice, leathe and sleek though strong, incredibly sharp claws

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Personality

Skilled||Proud||Bold||Honest||Intelligent

It's said that she is so cold, her heart chilled and made her appear suspicious and untrusting. She is not as bad as most cats say, but takes a while to open up.

It's not uncommon for Nightpaw to be disinterested, unconcerned- by everything. She has her own goals, motives, and isn't very interested in others. She has many layers to her personality, each startlingly different than the next, and triggered by different situtions, and cats. When her friends are around her, she turns almost careless, grinning easily, and having her casual, though boastful air around her. When greeted by a more serious situation, she is quick to ditch her act, honestly and firmness coming to play. She's sympathetic when it's due, and speaks from the root of what drives her, intelligence.

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"Nightpaw said nothing, didn't even nod as she listened, her ears perked, hearing the cat's reply, and noting how shortened it'd been, as opposed to before. She stood, watching Winter, her eyes, much like not only her words, sympathy, but also empathy, seemingly out of place for the young cat. Heck- she had just been made an apprentice. It was all out of place, so off...though the black cat never hesitated as she spoke, never once stopped to wonder where the words were resonating from. She spoke as though she had experience, and had never stopped to question what experience. It was simple, she'd had none. Which made it all the more odd. At last she took a step back, blinking and averting her gaze. She'd heard the cat, and assumed her thanks acted as a closing. The molly gave a nod, one seemingly stiff, firm, much like her previous tone, though when she spoke, her voice was again laden with uncharacteristic softness. "Thanks for telling me."

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Backstory

~Coming soon~

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