Wearing Our Vintage Misery

Personality:

Backstory:

• robinwing has a hard labor and looses a lot of blood, nearly dies and gives birth to nightkit 
• nightkit is very sickly and they think shes going to die but she never does!!
• blackcloud resents his daughter at first but comes to love her
• happy family yeee

• nightkit is a very curious kitten, explores a lot (you could never tell she nearly died only a moon ago)
• she spends a lot of time running around, always eager to see new things/explore ect
• she ends up sneaking away in the night one day, and gets lost in the territories 
• she thinks she's going to die and freaks out, gets saved by a tomcat whos only a bit older than she is (shes a kit, he'd be apprentice age)
• he takes her back to the camp and she ends up becoming attached to him, but he leaves w/o a traceee

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Roleplay Sample:

Taken from A cold breeze chilled her to the bone, despite the long fur that covered her lean frame. Briarlily shivered, trying to bury herself deeper into her nest. Normally it would be comfortably warm in the Warrior’s den, but with everyone already out on their morning duties, the calico and white she-cat couldn’t seem to relax. This defeats the purpose of sleeping…She can’t get a heartbeat of rest! Giving up ruefully, the feline sat upright with a long yawn, still reluctant to step outside into the cool brisk morning. But the prospect of sitting here and doing nothing was even more mortifying to her, and with that thought she found the willpower to leave the horrid warmth her nest had provided her with. The wind was even worse outside of the den, but she wasn’t going to let anyone else know that! She held her head high, blaming the teeth-chattering chill on Shadowclan's location. The frigged winds blew over the open, and this morning didn’t seem to contain its usual uplifted feel. That might’ve had something to do with how the camp was partially deserted. Briarlily frowned pointedly, her furry ear flicking in irritance; everyone was already out doing stuff, and nobody had woken her! Well, the fact that she was always kicking and waking up in the middle of the night might’ve had something to do with it… she needed as much rest as she could get. She doubted the other Warriors were too fond of being near her though because of it, and she quickly pushed the thought of nightmares from her mind. The greatest warrior of all the clans can’t dwell over stuff that happens when they’re sleeping! Trotting out of camp, she decided she’d try to get some hunting done so she wouldn’t be upstaged by any of the other Warriors or apprentices. Wherever she was going, she didn’t really pay much mind. Surely the Clan would be proud when she came back with lots of prey, and without even getting breakfast for herself! Yes, surely she was a noble Warrior. The thought brought a smile to her maw, and she continued out into the thicket of trees in Shadowclan’s territory with her tail raised and her eyes sharp.