Nightscream - Thunderclan

Nightscream is a rather scary tom to just look at. His fur is long and pure white. And by long, I mean extremely long. And because he seems to hardly care about hygiene or care for it in general, it is knotted and matted in many places. Dirt clings to it, and it seems the last time he groomed himself was many, many moons ago. His fur sticks up to a point on both his ears, and would be beautiful if e just groomed it. His tail is long and fluffy. He has massive amount of fur, giving him even more body and volume than his muscles. He might seem like a fat cat on first glance, but once you see him walk, you can tell he has power packed underneath that hideous fur.

He is a brute of a tom. He is tall and brawny. His paws are as large as medium sized dog's, and his legs are like tree trunks. They have to be in order to support his body. His shoulders are broad and strong, giving him the look of something unnatural, unreal. His thick neck completes the massive tom, who is almost unreal in size. He towers over anyone he meets, and refuses to be seen as weak.

His eyes are a light pink color. Yes, he is an albino. They are unnatural, for most cats have never seen a tom as scary looking as him. And his eyes just finish it off. They are scary and fiery, inflicting fear in any who dare look at him.

Being an albino has made Nightscream have certain traits. One of which being that he will only go out at night. He refuses to into the sunlight for long periods of time simple because it burns his skin. Even with his thick fur, he gets sunburned easily, and hates the feeling of irritation and heat in his skin. So he avoids the light at any and all costs. If he has to, then has to. But let's just say that it would be hard to get him out of his den for anything short of a fire. He is also a rather grumpy tom, seeing as he would rather be alone than anything else. He hates all cats of every kind, whether they are like him or not. He especially hates his happy-go-lucky sister, who only annoys him. He hates cats that are happy, especially. Since he cannot and will not ever be happy.

He is a stubborn tom. He has always been headstrong and will not let his opponent win. If he does, mark the day in history. He is so stubborn, that he will actually argue with you over if he is stubborn or not. He loves to argue, loves to fight. He loves to cause cats to hate, to get angry. He loves to inflict pain, just because he can't be happy himself. He is a classic bully, and is just waiting for the day someone dares call him out on it.

He struggles with the darkest of ailments - depression. He cannot see color in anything, literally. He's color blind. He can only tell you if something is light or dark, and it seems that everything is dark these days. Ever since he has been born, things have been dark. And his mother dying only made things worse. His sister's struggles at attempting to make him happy - which all have failed - have only made him shrink further away from all hopes ever returning to the light. If he was ever there to begin with. All he really wants is someone to bring him out of his rut, someone to help him along his dark and lonely path, but he pushes everyone away because he is so scared of being hurt. He will often lurk the shadows of night, pondering on why he is the way he is. The only thing he has come up with so far is that he is a monster. A monster that only serves to tear to others down. Even if he only ever wants to make them happy. The poor thing. 

It's not his fault that he can't feel anything. Well, it sort of is. I'm sure if he really believed in something - in a cause - that he would brighten up, and suddenly be able to feel again.

Nightscream has a way with words that make them come alive. He can twist and bend them to make them do his will. He is the master of riddle and games. He can his words to cut like a claw through your pelt, or he could use them for great good. Though, as you might have guessed from the latter statements, he would not do such a thing. He is a beautiful story teller, using the Starclan given gift of imagination. Story telling seems to be the only time that this tom is actually remotely bearable. It is also his only escape. Call it his addiction. It gives him - for a brief moment - to be anything he wants to be. He will usually tell the apprentices and kits great tales of a heroine and hero, saving the forest together, or a mysterious rouge who would actually hold the secret to save the clan's from disease.

If it's one weakness this tom has, its for the little ones. He can't bare to hate them. He can't bare to tear them down at such a young and tender age. Unless they are just absolutely unbearable like him. In which case he has no problem tearing them down like the pieces of crap they are. He does have a heart, after all. He's not a complete monster. He is rather selfish, however. He never really feels cared for in the clan, mostly because not many care for him, and so he feels no need to protect them. He will defend the nursery, and he would die for an apprentice if he liked them especially. But mostly, the tom is just looking out for himself. He has whatever opinion best suits him, and will go whenever the winning side is.

Stoneflower was a beautiful she-cat. She entranced all the males of her day, but she never once made a move toward any one of them. They were never good enough for her, no one could ever meet her standards. They had to be handsome, charming, and - most of all - they had to interest her. It was very hard to keep her attention, and not many toms could do it. She walked the clan as the most captivating, but the most unwanted she-cat. She was so high maintenance, had so many standards. No tom could possibly live up to them. Well one day she was out hunting near the border by herself when she came across a tom named Romeo. Now, despite his name, he was no charmer. He was the ugliest thing she had ever laid her gorgeous eyes upon, and felt degraded just being in his presence. He tried to come onto the she-cat (I mean, what tom wouldn't try), and you can imagine what she said. Hell no. He didn't take too kindly to her rejection, being a deranged and slightly insane tom. He forced himself upon her, and left her with fleas. The nerve of some cats. 

The she-cat decided to keep the kits she would have, only because she needed someone to continue her beauty line. She could only hope they would not carry their father's ugly genes. She first gave birth to Eclipsekit, who's beauty came only second to her mother. She was a short haired black and white she-cat, and he mother was so proud. You can imagine her horror when she saw the second kit. A pure white, long furred tom who looked so matted and torn that she could barely look at him. She cleaned him up, and he didn't look so bad. But she was so upset she named him Nightkit, because he was the exact opposite of that. She grew to love Nightkit for his spunk and sharp tongue, perhaps ever more so than Eclipsekit. Even though his sister would always be his mother's pride and joy, Nightkit would always be loved more. 

The two became apprentices and Nightpaw discovered his sensitivity to sunlight. He also then discovered that he was color blind, and this would significantly decrease his hunting ability. But being such a big tom, he was much more suited for fighting anyway. His mentor trained him at night to accommodate him, even though it was ever so tiring. Stoneflower trained Eclipsepaw on the side, grooming her to always be happy, and always be a lady. She has excellent manners to this day, but the extra time with his mother made Nightpaw extremely jealous. Perhaps this is the real reason he won't let his sister anywhere near his heart, or perhaps because he just finds her extremely annoying. 

Their mother died shortly before they became warriors - attacked by a badger. Nightpaw had never been so upset. The only cat who would ever love him for who he was was gone. He was left with only his sister alive, a sister whom he hated. As soon as they became warriors Nightscream did everything he could to avoid his other half. It wasn't hard, seeing as he could only go out if it was cloudy or night time.