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Suave, loyal, powerful, kind. Triumphantnight is a strange conundrum, an amalgamation of disparate parts forced together to become the unique tom he is. Born with a silky black pelt umarred with any other colors or patterns and a set of citrine eyes, he is certainly a looker. Even as a kit the tom was large in size, often mistaken for an apprentice on first look. Because of this, he was often treated as though he was much older, placing heavier responsibilities on him and forcing him to mature at a much faster rate. This was hard on the tom-kit at first, but he soon adjusted to the burden and began to shine, showing his talents in leadership and fighting. His long pelt obscures large muscles and powerful hind-legs - his is a body built for fighting. Though he may be large and frightening to behold at first, he is compassionate and helpful to his clanmates. He can often be found fetching special prey for the queens and elders, and even helping apprentices with their duties in his spare time. To those who don't know him, though outside of the clan, he is a nightmare made manifest. His powerful muscles make him a force to be reckoned with in battle, and his large form makes it easier to shake off opponents and help his clanmates.
Triumphantkit strolled out of the nursery, the soft dripping of water into the cenote echoing into the camp cavern and lulling him into a sense of safety. Though he'd never seen the surface first-paw, he relished the moonlight streaming down from the crystals in the cavern's ceiling and always watched with awe as the lunar light filled the main gemstone in the center of camp at moonhigh every night.
At three moons old, he was finally old enough to begin to exhibit a sense of curiosity about his surroundings. He was constantly reprimanded by the queens for straying too far from the nursery, but he couldn't help it! There was so much to see and do. He eyed the moss hanging from the ceiling thoughtfully, then made up his mind. No one could challenge his claim that he was the best kit in the nursery if he climbed a vine all the way to the top! With growing excitement, he strode towards a vine, but found himself too short to reach. No trouble. He clambered up on Flamingstar's throne, using the protruding gemstones as footholds as he climbed higher and higher, leaning forwards precariously as he tried to reach the vine dangling just out of reach.
Flamingstar entered the camp with two squirrels dangling from her jaws. Her swollen belly swayed as she padded in. It didn't take long before Triumphantkit's act of bravery caught the Nightclan leader's attention. She dropped her catch and watched thoughtfully. She ought to be scolding the kit for not only being on her throne but also putting himself in danger by attempting to climb the vines on the cavern ceiling. However, though, Flamingstar was curious. Would the small kit reach that vine?
