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Darkflight
![](https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/955701567300964446/964765426569588786/charactercontest.png)
D A R K F L I G H T
master of the shadows
● riverclan warrior ● 15 moons old ●
"oh, you think the darkness is your ally? you merely adopted the dark; i was born in it, molded by it. i didn’t see the light until i was already a warrior; by then, it was nothing to me but blinding! the shadows betray you, because they belong to me." ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵
With a sinister and eerie aura about him, Darkflight tends to stick to the outskirts of Clan life. From the shadows he observes everything with watchful amber eyes. His sharp ears rarely miss anything, and while he may not insert himself into any issues that arise in camp it does not mean they have gone unnoticed. On the occasion he does choose to speak up his words are often shrouded in the same mysterious darkness that he is.
Sarcasm and wit are the true standpoints of his personality and he is widely known as a trickster. Not in the prank sense, but in the way that nothing and no one ever seems to get under his fur. Having this sense of freedom from what others think of him, Darkflight is able to operate in a space of doing and saying whatever he wishes and pleases. Does this get him into trouble? Perhaps, but he usually has tact and can recognize when the moment is not right (thought, at times, he simply does not care)
He is a skilled and strong fighter, often pushing himself to the brink during his training. Even now as a warrior he continued to strive for excellence, specifically in battling. Often times he will ask for sparring sessions and utilize his claws during them - though he will only do this if he is certain that his sparring partner will not report him for it (so far, it has worked to his advantage). While most do not know where his true loyalties lie - and Darkflight has no issues with letting cats believe whatever they wish to - deep down, he is fiercely loyal to RiverClan. He will defend it with tooth and claw until the day he dies, even if at times it doesn't seem like it.
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Name: Darkflight
Previous Names: Darkkit » Darkpaw
Age: 15 moons, young warrior
Gender: Male; He/They Pronouns
Affiliation: RiverClan
Former Affiliation(s): None
Current Apprentice: None
Former Apprentice: Not applicable
Former Mentor: Otterfluff
Mother: Dovecry [deceased]
Father: Beechthorn [deceased]
Littermates: None
Other Family: Unknown
Mate: None
Offspring: None
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Built with a thin and wiry frame, Darkflight is quite different from the thick, plump cats of RiverClan. His slender stature and tall legs set him apart from most of his Clanmates. Despite this his fur is still thick and fluffy which often hides his thin frame. He has patches of thicker fur around his neck, on his cheeks, and his tail sweeps out like a giant plume. He has a long and angular face with a sharp jawline and somewhat pointed nose. In proportion to his face his ears are considered somewhat "too large" but somehow they do look like they fit. Darkflight's eyes are a dark shade of amber, often turning lighter when under the moonlight and practically gleaming whenever he is shrouded in darkness.
Because of his history of recklessly throwing himself headfirst into battle his pelt is coated with various scars, though his thick fur hides most of them. The most notable are the three that go up his neck on either side, which he gained from the RiverClan raid on ThunderClan's camp when he was just an apprentice. He wears them proudly and won't shy away from telling the gruesome story (that may or may not be slightly embellished) whenever asked about them.
His pelt color is entirely black with no markings aside from the occasional wisp of dark gray fur - but it's hardly noticeable. This was what garnered him the Dark- prefix, for how easily his all black pelt allowed him to blend in with the night and shadows. Aside from the dull pink scars along his neck there are no other instances of color happening anywhere, which makes him appear almost like a shadow.
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» Kithood: Ages 0 - 6 moons «
Born into the age of RiverClan underneath Sootstar's leadership, Darkkit was the only son of talented warriors Dovecry and Beechthorn. It did cause him to be a little sad during his time in the nursery, but he was able to find playmates in the kits he was surrounded with. Due to a natural charisma he seemed to be born with Darkkit had no problem making friends. He was often the leader in games of moss-ball, or the actual leader whenever the kits of the nursery played Clans.
Around three moons old he attended his first Clan meeting with Lionstorm, who announced the death of their former High Ranks Sootstar and Stormcall. Darkkit was shocked, eyes wide at the sudden shift in RiverClan's stability. It terrified him to the point where he fled back into the nursery right after that, scared for what was to come. His parents left the meeting as well to comfort him, and after a moment or two Darkkit began to calm down.
» Apprenticeship: Age 6 moons to 12 moons «
Perhaps the start of his descent into the darkness was the fact that his apprentice ceremony was shadowed by the Clans hatred and high tensions with ThunderClan at the time. It was merely brushed over, and instead of the rousing applause he had been expecting, Darkpaw was met with murmurs of the inevitable war between the two Clans. This angered him, as he saw no reason to fight. He understood the coyotes attacking camp (and how terrifying it was), but not much more of it was explained to him.
Only a moon after his apprentice ceremony and Darkpaw was thrust into a battle he did not understand. Forced to fight against ThunderClan (out of fear of being the next exiled cat from RiverClan) he tried his best with what little battle experience he had. It was during this battle that he was pinned by a much older and more experienced cat who created the scars down the sides of his neck that are still present today. It was in this battle that the last of his innocence was stripped from him. It was also the battle that took his parents; Beechthorn who died on the battlefield, and Dovecry who later succumbed to her severe wounds.
The following moons sent Darkflight into a dark spiral. Shadows he had once been scared of felt more comforting than his own Clan and he embraced them with open paws. He soon learned that taking the pain out on others through sparring or battling was the quickest way to release the pain he felt. Often he would sneak out of camp to force a run-in with any outsiders he could find. It started with him getting beat down a few times, before he honed in his fighting skills and was soon the one coming out on top.
» Warriorhood: Age 12 moons to present «
Once again, another important ceremony overshadowed by grief and sorrow. It was during receiving his warrior name that Splashleap resigned before the Clan. Even though a logical part of him knew better, the newly named Darkflight (his suffix given for his lack of hesitation to fly into battle to protect his Clan) felt the same familiar bitterness stir within his heart. He already held a grudge against Kestrelstar for his vicious acts that tore away more and more at RiverClan, and was convinced that he was doomed to remain in the shadows because of the leaders desire for vengeance.
His vigil was... uneventful. Darkflight stood guard outside of the camp entrance in a rigid posture, eyes narrowed. With no one around to share in the moment he allowed the shadows to flood his mind once more, thinking of ways to make those who had hurt him pay. As the days passed, he was beginning to understand more and more of why Kestrelstar and RiverClan had acted the way they did towards ThunderClan; his parents were dead because of the careless raid, but what had directly killed them was Thunderclan claws. That he could not forget.
Hearing of Kestrelstar's death... Darkflight felt nothing. Just a pit of emptiness that gave no sympathetic thoughts, no well wishes on his travel to StarClan. He did not attend the vigil for the Clan leader and instead headed out in the forest in the opposite direction. It was during this fateful evening that he ran into and subsequently murdered a ThunderClan apprentice (whose name he never got). It made him feel satisfied and fulfilled - but only for a second, and then he returned back to camp with his signature smirk and mask to cover his emotions.
Now, Darkflight has perfected the art of concealing his true emotions and self with a sardonic smirk or quick witted retort. He doesn't have much of an opinion on Skystar, as it remains to be seen what kind of leader he will be for RiverClan.
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HUGE HUGE thank you to @/marni for creating him!!!
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