Midnightperch

**Midnightperch** is a black cat with lime-green eyes.

**Midnightperch** was born as **Midnightkit** to unknown parents alongside their sibling Dawnkit.

## Appearance

A dark fluffy jet-black feline with verdant lime green eyes. Their fur is soft, plush, almost well-groomed, always seeming orderly, and often decorated in soft velvety butterfly wings caught from ventures. Ker fur appears brown in the sunlight, rusted by the glare.

## Personality

It’s always best to keep one self-composed; well mannered, well spoken, and certainly well received. Above many things, this is what drives Midnightperch every day—he drive to keep composed, to do what you yearn for, and to seek the essence of sacrifice. Though a sense of wanderlust wracks Midnightperch, the sacrifice must be done for the sake of safety, for the sake of yearning of comfort, and truly, the sociability that allows the composure to stay trained. It isn’t all too common, however, to spot them on the borders, even as far as walks into lands just outside of EmberClan reach, though never too far for fear they may not make it back.

There’s an odd sense of understanding, the words flowing like a river of pure understanding. Observant, being an audience, and being a problem solver with a shred of empathy has always led Midnightperch into the hearts of other cats, providing escapes for other’s well-meaning and wishful yearnings. Validation in their thoughts, and providing what always seems to appear to be a different perspective; a new dream, a new wish, and a new solution. Though it always appears to be a genuine wish to help calm and comfort, for Midnightperch, it’s always stumbled into.

Expression, be who you are, with confidence at that, driving in each nail of Midnightperch’s livelihood. When Midnightperch takes the stage, she’s not the entertained, she’s an entertainer, though ever so observant. Intelligence reeks through each of her planned motions, planning how to have conversations, hunts, patrols. Acting on impulse is not common. Logic and ideology come first. Play time can be saved for another time; for now, it lays in reach of considering just what is practical, logical, and what is patience. The guiding factors to what make up kem.

A sense of sadness follows Midnightperch. It bogs her down, makes her feel numb in most cases. Her emotions are so dampened to the point she seeks out the hard raw noticeable emotions, irritable when failing to get that fix in some emotion that was so hard to catch. Rarely does she snap at others though, snapping mainly at herself. There’s no need to do that and fail to be composed. At the end of the day, it’s just thrill seeking for adrenaline when everything else fails.

While thrill seeking has its benefits, Midnightperch is no stranger to caution, almost having a disregard for their own safety and caution and often considering the sacrifice of their own safety worth it for much of the adrenaline they get. Comforts logically should not be sacrificed, but the concept of them getting hurt never seems to cross her mind. Ke seeks out trouble wherever ke goes it almost seems; yet Midnightperch is not a troublemaker. There’s just so much to learn and understand, to the point it follows ker.

Behind the shred of empathy and the tired emotional look, Midnightperch is quick to excuse the behaviors of cats she enjoys and trusts. Often validating those behaviors, Midnightperch clings to those who bring even an inch of joy to be around. Anything to make them happy, sometimes even hiding behind a mask tailored for that cat, the curtains of being well respected as herself shredding should cats peer at the mask worn. Ke instinctively creates this mask, planning it as intelligently as she is. The act of being friends with someone who makes her feel comfortable brings more joy and comfort than just being around them.

In conversation, words pass through Midnightperch’s ears much like cotton, sticking to her mind for each that comes. Not that ke wants to cling to such words, reading through masks and yet seeing only herself in each one. In conversations, Midnightperch feigns committal interest, her mind sticking to the things she knows and understands, calling those as loves even when she has a distaste for them, never ending in a supply of love and empathy that never tells her tale of woes.

## Family

**Sibling:**
Dawnflicker (living, confirmed)