Post by Tawnyleaf on Jan 17, 2008 6:25:08 GMT -5
Name: Silverkit
Previous Names:none
Clan: GustClan
Gender: Tom
Rank: Kit
Age: 3 Moons
Appearance: Silverkit is quite handsome. His short, silky fur is mostly light silver, with swirling, elegant dark silver stripes. His ears are small and neat, and his whiskers are long and smooth. His bodily build is about average, though he is a tiny bit on the skinny side, with long thin legs that are excellent for running. Right now his claws are tiny and harmless, but they will soon be thick, gleaming, and sharp enough to pierce an enemy cat’s heart and claw a badger’s eyes out. His eyes are deep green and tend to glow strongly even when there’s the slightest darkness. His shoulders are wide and strong, and his muscles are small but will soon be large and strong. When he is older, he will have the makings of a fine warrior.
Personality: Silverkit is quite somber and dignified for a kit. He never “plays” with the other kits, he only “practices” with them. He holds himself high, with his shoulders back and his tail wrapped neatly around his paws. His mother is rather proud like this, so he picked it up from her. When he practices, he doesn’t like to get his beautiful coat dusty, but it is inevitable so he spends many an hour after grooming himself. He is very serious for a kit and hates to do something idle. Silverkit likes to be doing something productive, weather it is practicing, straightening up the fresh-kill pile, grooming himself or others, shredding moss for bedding, or something else like that. But that doesn’t mean he’s always serious. Sometimes he lets his guard down and has a real good time with the other kits, and does what is unmistakably playing rather than practicing. However, that is rare and most of the time he is something quite unusual: a serious and dignified kit. Just because he’s proud, it doesn’t mean he is too prideful. He’s actually really compassionate and friendly if he gets to know someone well enough. When he first meets someone, he is cautious and doesn’t speak much, but after a while he will warm up to them and tentatively start conversation. After that, he’s a real nice friend. If one of his friends is in trouble or upset, he is quick to offer advice and do whatever he can to help them. If there is a cat he doesn’t know very well that’s in trouble, he will be hesitant about helping them, but will most likely help them. Honesty is important to him, because he has witnessed his mother lying a few times. Later, he saw the pain and destruction it caused, even if it was small. When he was still too young to leave the nursery, he vowed to always to be truthful so he didn’t hurt anyone. But if he is absolutely that lying will only help and not hurt, he will do it in a heartbeat. He is concerned with the welfare of his Clan, and is very loyal and dedicated. Even as a kit, he does all he can to serve his Clan. If someone harms one of his friends, he will show anger which is in great contrast with the calm dignity he usually shows. To wrap it up, he is quite unusual for a kit. He is calm, serious, dignified, and proud, but not too prideful. He is a hard worker, very productive, and hates to sit still and do anything idle. When he doesn’t know a cat, he is cautious and timid around them, until he really gets to know them. Then he’s a great, loyal friend who will defend the cats he loves if they are harmed. Silverkit hates lying because of the way it harms other cats, but he will quickly lie if it helps or protects someone and causes no harm.
History: He has a relatively normal history. He was born in GustClan, and both of his parents are from GustClan and are currently alive. He has no siblings. His mother is rather old, about to join the elders. She is a liar and isn’t friendly or nurturing. His father is the opposite of his mother. He’s friendly, young, and a great father. Every day, his father would visit Silverkit in the nursery and talk to him, tell him stories, and encourage him to do good with his life.
RP Example: Silverkit lay in the very back of the nursery, curled up in a pile of shredded moss, leaves, and a couple feathers. Though he was in a large, warm nest and surrounded by a few other kits and some queens, it felt like the cold wind outside was creeping into the nursery to chill him to the bone. He trembled uncontrollably, and couldn’t get back to sleep. He got up and tried to get his fur to lay neatly on his back-not an easy feat when you’re vibrating like a Two-leg monster. Giving up, he turned to the pile of moss he was sitting on top of. Maybe if I shred this up even more, it might be warmer. He really doubted it, but hated to just sit there and do nothing about it. Unsheathing his tiny kit-claws, he dug into the moss and leaves, flicking his ears irritably when a piece of leaf got caught on it. He settled down in it once more, hissing quietly when it was even colder than before. Slowly, he got back up and glanced around him. Tail tip twitching and thumping on the nursery floor, he looked at the other cats near him. He didn’t know them very well, but they had longer fur than him and looked warm. It wasn’t very dignified, but he curled up next to them, hoping he woke up before they did. Hopefully I'll get up before they see I was sleeping with my body pressed into theirs... Soon, such worrisome thoughts were wiped from his winds as his body was filled with warmth, and drifted off to sleep.
Previous Names:none
Clan: GustClan
Gender: Tom
Rank: Kit
Age: 3 Moons
Appearance: Silverkit is quite handsome. His short, silky fur is mostly light silver, with swirling, elegant dark silver stripes. His ears are small and neat, and his whiskers are long and smooth. His bodily build is about average, though he is a tiny bit on the skinny side, with long thin legs that are excellent for running. Right now his claws are tiny and harmless, but they will soon be thick, gleaming, and sharp enough to pierce an enemy cat’s heart and claw a badger’s eyes out. His eyes are deep green and tend to glow strongly even when there’s the slightest darkness. His shoulders are wide and strong, and his muscles are small but will soon be large and strong. When he is older, he will have the makings of a fine warrior.
Personality: Silverkit is quite somber and dignified for a kit. He never “plays” with the other kits, he only “practices” with them. He holds himself high, with his shoulders back and his tail wrapped neatly around his paws. His mother is rather proud like this, so he picked it up from her. When he practices, he doesn’t like to get his beautiful coat dusty, but it is inevitable so he spends many an hour after grooming himself. He is very serious for a kit and hates to do something idle. Silverkit likes to be doing something productive, weather it is practicing, straightening up the fresh-kill pile, grooming himself or others, shredding moss for bedding, or something else like that. But that doesn’t mean he’s always serious. Sometimes he lets his guard down and has a real good time with the other kits, and does what is unmistakably playing rather than practicing. However, that is rare and most of the time he is something quite unusual: a serious and dignified kit. Just because he’s proud, it doesn’t mean he is too prideful. He’s actually really compassionate and friendly if he gets to know someone well enough. When he first meets someone, he is cautious and doesn’t speak much, but after a while he will warm up to them and tentatively start conversation. After that, he’s a real nice friend. If one of his friends is in trouble or upset, he is quick to offer advice and do whatever he can to help them. If there is a cat he doesn’t know very well that’s in trouble, he will be hesitant about helping them, but will most likely help them. Honesty is important to him, because he has witnessed his mother lying a few times. Later, he saw the pain and destruction it caused, even if it was small. When he was still too young to leave the nursery, he vowed to always to be truthful so he didn’t hurt anyone. But if he is absolutely that lying will only help and not hurt, he will do it in a heartbeat. He is concerned with the welfare of his Clan, and is very loyal and dedicated. Even as a kit, he does all he can to serve his Clan. If someone harms one of his friends, he will show anger which is in great contrast with the calm dignity he usually shows. To wrap it up, he is quite unusual for a kit. He is calm, serious, dignified, and proud, but not too prideful. He is a hard worker, very productive, and hates to sit still and do anything idle. When he doesn’t know a cat, he is cautious and timid around them, until he really gets to know them. Then he’s a great, loyal friend who will defend the cats he loves if they are harmed. Silverkit hates lying because of the way it harms other cats, but he will quickly lie if it helps or protects someone and causes no harm.
History: He has a relatively normal history. He was born in GustClan, and both of his parents are from GustClan and are currently alive. He has no siblings. His mother is rather old, about to join the elders. She is a liar and isn’t friendly or nurturing. His father is the opposite of his mother. He’s friendly, young, and a great father. Every day, his father would visit Silverkit in the nursery and talk to him, tell him stories, and encourage him to do good with his life.
RP Example: Silverkit lay in the very back of the nursery, curled up in a pile of shredded moss, leaves, and a couple feathers. Though he was in a large, warm nest and surrounded by a few other kits and some queens, it felt like the cold wind outside was creeping into the nursery to chill him to the bone. He trembled uncontrollably, and couldn’t get back to sleep. He got up and tried to get his fur to lay neatly on his back-not an easy feat when you’re vibrating like a Two-leg monster. Giving up, he turned to the pile of moss he was sitting on top of. Maybe if I shred this up even more, it might be warmer. He really doubted it, but hated to just sit there and do nothing about it. Unsheathing his tiny kit-claws, he dug into the moss and leaves, flicking his ears irritably when a piece of leaf got caught on it. He settled down in it once more, hissing quietly when it was even colder than before. Slowly, he got back up and glanced around him. Tail tip twitching and thumping on the nursery floor, he looked at the other cats near him. He didn’t know them very well, but they had longer fur than him and looked warm. It wasn’t very dignified, but he curled up next to them, hoping he woke up before they did. Hopefully I'll get up before they see I was sleeping with my body pressed into theirs... Soon, such worrisome thoughts were wiped from his winds as his body was filled with warmth, and drifted off to sleep.