The Essentials

Name: Nightbreeze
Prefix Meaning: Night- For his pelt
Suffix Meaning: Breeze- For his speed
Sex: Male
Age: 37 Moons
Sexuality: Homosexual
Rank: Warrior
Role: Hunter

The Body

Base Coat Color: Black
Markings: Smoke
Eye Color: Green
Body Size and Build: Average
Fur Length and Texture: Short, soft
Additional Physical Traits: Almond shaped eyes, long tail

The Identity

(Please keep an even amount of traits, or with a difference of one. No more than 10 traits per category)
Positive Traits: Calm, Passionate, Protective,
Neutral Traits: Shrewd, Crafty, Sarcastic, Private
Negative Traits: Decadent, Deceptive, Fiery, Offhand



(Please evenly distribute each of these 12 skills throughout each category: defense, attack, eyesight, hearing, smelling, hunting, swimming, speed, stealth, jumping, climbing, and flexibility)
Strengths: Speed, Hunting, Hearing, Stealth
Normals: Attack, Flexibility, Smelling, Swimming
Weaknesses: Defense, Eyesight, Jumping, Climbing

The Past

Nightkit was born to a loving family, with three siblings, Mushroomkit, Sleetkit, and Ferretkit. The siblings would all play together, though sometimes they would leave Mushroomkit out, not realizing it for the most part. Eventually, to the families horror, Mushroomkits health was beginning to plummet. Nightkit was pretty much oblivious to it, until he was told that his brother had died peacefully in his sleep. He didn't understand death, it sounded scary and ominous to him. What if it happens to me next? The little kit thought, almost everyday.

As he got older, his thoughts were starting to get the better of him. He found himself distancing himself from everyone, even though he hadn't meant to. He didn't want to play anymore, he didn't want to eat, or even talk. He just wanted to be left alone. 

When things had began to change for him, was when his mothers death had happened. He had begun to understand Ferretpaws approach a little bit better. He couldn't obsess over every little thing, or else it would just eat him alive. He wouldn't cry, he wouldn't even think about it. It seemed to be what everyone had wanted, anyway, right? At least, that was the way he had seen it. It felt like everyone had wanted him to just be emotionless. Even though that wasn't the case, it was the way he had taken it. Of course, he prayed with everyone else, but he knew it would be out of his hands in the end. There was no point in doing anything when he couldn't control anything. 

After thinking for a while on it, that's when he realized something.

All he had ever really wanted, was, control. He wanted to be able to control where his life went. He wanted to be able to have things go his way, and he would do anything he could to achieve that goal.

Now, Nightpaw was smart, but he wasn't a genius. It had taken him so long to figure out what he had wanted in life, and by the time he had, his sister, Sleet-, had her body dragged to camp. Nightpaw would be disappointed again, that he couldn't control what had happened to anyone. He decided that to be his main flaw. He blamed himself and only himself. He would work harder to do whatever he had to.

When he finally got his warrior name, Nightbreeze, along with his sister, Ferretface, He had noticed his father growing distant, much like he had himself a while ago, while he was just a kit. It wasn't much longer after this that he had discovered Ferretfaces... well... experiments, as she called them. Of course, he was curious about it, so he questioned her. After she had explained herself, he had fully understood what she was doing, and he liked it. He encouraged it, even. He felt like he could finally have some of the control he desperately craved, with her help of course. He just wanted to make things better, if no one else would even try, in his eyes.