Post by dahlia on Jan 13, 2008 0:09:52 GMT -5
Name-
Snowkit
Age-
Six moons
Gender-
She-cat
Rank-
Kit
(Soon-to-be apprentice)
Clan-
HailClan
Physical Description-
Like any budding apprentice, Snowkit is all fluff and no claws. Her downy white pelt gives reasoning to her name, for her fluffy appearance makes her like a bit like a snowflake. She has a thick, long bushy tail that is always pointed to the sky and strangely large ears. Her nose, paw pads and ears a soft pink colour, giving her a rather pastel colour pallet. Apart from her eyes; a warm, hazelnut brown with flecks of gold around her pupils. Despite the fact that she is obsessed with having clean fur, the colour of her pelt is not pure white. She has a few light grey, tabby-like bands around her front legs, and a smoky spot of grey between her shoulder blades. Snowkit is slightly smaller than the other apprentices, but never lets it bother her. Her diminished size makes her lithe and agile and able to move quickly when it counts. She is quite pretty, but sometimes gets a little self-absorbed, thinking that she is better-looking than the other she-cats in the apprentice den.
Long Story Short-
Small white she-cat with warm brown eyes and abnormally large ears.
Personality-
As said in her Physical Description, Snowkit can get very irritating when she talks about herself (which happens a lot). She often thinks she is slightly higher than her den-mates, simply because she is making up for her small size. Not only does she think herself better, she makes up for her diminished build with boundless energy. Snowkit hardly ever gets tired and can often be seen barreling around the camp when she she isn't allowed out into the Territory. However, when she isn't talking about herself, she is very sweet and polite. She knows her place as an apprentice and never tries to upstage a cat of higher rank, and respects the Warrior Code. When she gets the chance, she will break a few general camp rules, but never anything too drastic. She enjoys helping others and listening to their problems, usually finding that she is able to give them good advice. She is always grateful for a friend and tried her best not keep secrets or lie, unless it is necessary. Being a smaller cat, she knows what it feels like to be looked down upon; Snowkit has a great appreciation for her younger denmates, and loves how care-free they are. At six moons old, she is already considering her life as an apprentice and, eventually, a warrior. She, herself, never wants to grow up, but will throw herself into training to become a warrior.
History-
At six moons old, Snowkit shouldn't have much of a history to tell, right? Well, not exactly. She is the only surviver of her litter, the others too small and weak to grasp life. Her mother, Leafdance, however beautiful with her thick ginger pelt, was suffering from green-cough at the time and was barely strong enough to give birth to her kits. However, Snowkit is the offspring of a second litter; Leafdance, along with her mate Whitefang who was a sturdy white tom, had their first litter nine moons prior to Snowkit's. The young she-cat's brother, Stoneclaw, was the only kit of that litter.
Resembling his mother, he is a sturdy dark ginger tom with the same build as Whitefang and having piercing, stone-grey eyes. He was the two warriors' pride and joy and they raised him in the best way that they could. Until a traumatic event tore their family apart. Whitefang, while patrolling near the Waterfall, was attacked by an invading party of BoneClan warriors. By himself, he was outnumbered and thrown into the pond where he then drowned. The death of her mate sent Leafdance into a spiral of depression, and Stoneclaw had to learn to fend for himself.
It wasn't until seven moons later, during leaf-bare, that Leafdance was pregnant with her second litter. She kept the name of her new mate secret, and rumors began to speculate that he was a rogue or a loner. However, there wasn't much time to wonder on the matter, because a few short days after the birth of Snowkit and the death of her litter-mates, Leafdance too left to join StarClan. Being so young, Snowkit never truly understood. Now, at the age of six moons, when ever she tries to remember her mother or father, she only sees Stoneclaw's face. After Leafdance's death, he took it upon himself to take care of his tiny, runt sister. The two of them are very close and they keep no secrets from each other. Stoneclaw is as good as a father to her, and she wouldn't trade him for even the strongest and bravest warrior in the forest.
Role Play Example-
[Sorry, I have to make up another character for this. He's not real, he's just there for the sake of the role play example.]
A tickling sensation on her tiny pink nose roused Snowkit from her gentle slumber. Sun seeped into her white pelt, keeping her warm despite the frigid bite of leaf-bare. She opened her eyes, blinking away the sleep as her eyes adjusted to the early morning light that filtered in through the cave and her frosted surroundings. Just as she was about to lift her head off her fluffy snowy paws, she felt the tickling feeling again. There, sitting on the tip of her nose was a small, dusted moth, its grey wings moving slowly and its tiny antenna flitting about. Snowkit let out a small purr and the little, winged ball of dust fluttered off her nose. She twitched her whiskers as she watched it flit away and out beyond the waterfall, then rolled onto her back. She reached up with her forepaws, stretching them toward the roof of the cave, as if trying to grab a non-existent cloud with her claws and gently tug it down to her.
After a few moments of stretching luxuriously, the small white kit got to her paws. Her fluffy tail raised high, she shook her long fur and a few fleck of frost flew from the strands of her hair. Her deep brown eyes flicked over the cold HailClan camp; leaf-bare had officially taken hold, keeping the territory in its icy claws for at least a few more moons. The cave in which the camp was located was full of a biting cold and nipped at her nose. A winter breeze swept through the camp and whatever warmth her fur had absorbed over night was sucked away, making her shiver. It was her very first leaf-bare, and she was still getting used to the chilly bite on the wind and watching her breath rise in small clouds. Her jaws parted in a huge yawn, small white teeth framing a pink tongue as the moisture of her breath collected in a small puff on the air.
"Tired?" The soft mew made Snowkit turn, her fur puffed out against the cold. She unsheathed her claws, but had no need for them as she recognized the voice. It belonged to another kit by the name of Sparrowkit who was just rising to his paws. His dark brown tabby pelt stood out against the white snow as he padded softly toward her, his whiskers twitching in greeting. "It isn't even that early in the morning, Snowkit, and you look as if you've been out all night." His joking meow made her purr and she flicked her tail at him in exasperation.
"At least," she replied in a mocking tone, "I don't have moss stuck to my tail." Sparrowkit's pelt was flecked with tiny green pieces of bedding, making him look disgruntled and unkempt. Just the sight of his messy fur made her skin crawl; Snowkit hated an unclean pelt. She was very fastidious and couldn't stand the feeling of dirt in her fur. She watched in disdain as Sparrowkit pulled the moss away with his teeth, his ears bent back in embarrassment. His humiliation made Snowkit feel a pang of sympathy. "Don't worry about it," she mewed apologetically and padded over to her friend, "I know it's hard for a hedgehog to keep his spikes clean." Sparrowkit let out a soft mrr-ow of laughter at her attempt at humor.
"Thanks, Snowkit." He looked down at her with his green eyes, flicking one of his ears. He was bigger than she was, just like most of the other kits her age, but Sparrowkit was always nice about it. He never made her feel small, and he didn't treat her any differently, which was slightly on the down-side. If he treated her like she was weaker than him, he wouldn't always beat her when they play fought. He blinked at her, then mewed, "Care for a little a early-morning hunting?" Without waiting for an answer, he pushed past her and out of the small nursery and into the main part of the camp. Paws itching to run through the thick snow, Snowkit purred and followed him.
"But, won't someone miss us if we're gone for too long?" The young she-cat's mind strayed to her older brother, Stoneclaw. Either sleeping soundly in his den or out on a dawn patrol, Snowkit did not want to face him if he found out she had left camp without a warrior chaperon. Despite the fact that she was at the age of becoming an apprentice, she knew she was still not allowed to leave the camp. At least, not without Stoneclaw He wasn't her father, but he may as well have been; for her whole life he had been taking care of her and making sure she was safe. She never truly cared that she had no parents or other family to speak of. Stoneclaw was her family, and that was good enough for her.
"Come on, Snowkit." Sparrowkit's impatient hiss brought her out of her reverie. Clearly, he had ignored her worried statement. Nonetheless, she shook her head, tossing the image of a furious Stoneclaw from her mind, then nodded and followed her friend. The two of them padded quietly through the camp until they reached the waterfall. The great wall of tumbling river water marked the border of the HailClan camp, and beyond it lay the whole of their territory. Snowkit had only ever been past it with her brother, and he only took her for a walk, never hunting. However, Sparrowkit's anticipation and her own bubbling excitement were hard to ignore. So, after a moment's hesitation, she and her friend slipped past the spray of the waterfall and out into HailClan territory.
Other-
Well, it's not my best bio, but it's getting really late and my muse is running on empty. SORRY!
Click here for the picture! I changed the description a teeny bit, but this is basically what she looks like. And she looks a bit older in this picture than I actually want her to look. So, a little imagination is required here, haha. Oh, I also added "gender" to the application, just because Snowkit could be a tom's name as well. Sorry! Fayte, another new member, is making her older brother, but I guess she could still use a mentor, or a friend! Please and thanks! Hope you like her! ;3
Snowkit
Age-
Six moons
Gender-
She-cat
Rank-
Kit
(Soon-to-be apprentice)
Clan-
HailClan
Physical Description-
Like any budding apprentice, Snowkit is all fluff and no claws. Her downy white pelt gives reasoning to her name, for her fluffy appearance makes her like a bit like a snowflake. She has a thick, long bushy tail that is always pointed to the sky and strangely large ears. Her nose, paw pads and ears a soft pink colour, giving her a rather pastel colour pallet. Apart from her eyes; a warm, hazelnut brown with flecks of gold around her pupils. Despite the fact that she is obsessed with having clean fur, the colour of her pelt is not pure white. She has a few light grey, tabby-like bands around her front legs, and a smoky spot of grey between her shoulder blades. Snowkit is slightly smaller than the other apprentices, but never lets it bother her. Her diminished size makes her lithe and agile and able to move quickly when it counts. She is quite pretty, but sometimes gets a little self-absorbed, thinking that she is better-looking than the other she-cats in the apprentice den.
Long Story Short-
Small white she-cat with warm brown eyes and abnormally large ears.
Personality-
As said in her Physical Description, Snowkit can get very irritating when she talks about herself (which happens a lot). She often thinks she is slightly higher than her den-mates, simply because she is making up for her small size. Not only does she think herself better, she makes up for her diminished build with boundless energy. Snowkit hardly ever gets tired and can often be seen barreling around the camp when she she isn't allowed out into the Territory. However, when she isn't talking about herself, she is very sweet and polite. She knows her place as an apprentice and never tries to upstage a cat of higher rank, and respects the Warrior Code. When she gets the chance, she will break a few general camp rules, but never anything too drastic. She enjoys helping others and listening to their problems, usually finding that she is able to give them good advice. She is always grateful for a friend and tried her best not keep secrets or lie, unless it is necessary. Being a smaller cat, she knows what it feels like to be looked down upon; Snowkit has a great appreciation for her younger denmates, and loves how care-free they are. At six moons old, she is already considering her life as an apprentice and, eventually, a warrior. She, herself, never wants to grow up, but will throw herself into training to become a warrior.
History-
At six moons old, Snowkit shouldn't have much of a history to tell, right? Well, not exactly. She is the only surviver of her litter, the others too small and weak to grasp life. Her mother, Leafdance, however beautiful with her thick ginger pelt, was suffering from green-cough at the time and was barely strong enough to give birth to her kits. However, Snowkit is the offspring of a second litter; Leafdance, along with her mate Whitefang who was a sturdy white tom, had their first litter nine moons prior to Snowkit's. The young she-cat's brother, Stoneclaw, was the only kit of that litter.
Resembling his mother, he is a sturdy dark ginger tom with the same build as Whitefang and having piercing, stone-grey eyes. He was the two warriors' pride and joy and they raised him in the best way that they could. Until a traumatic event tore their family apart. Whitefang, while patrolling near the Waterfall, was attacked by an invading party of BoneClan warriors. By himself, he was outnumbered and thrown into the pond where he then drowned. The death of her mate sent Leafdance into a spiral of depression, and Stoneclaw had to learn to fend for himself.
It wasn't until seven moons later, during leaf-bare, that Leafdance was pregnant with her second litter. She kept the name of her new mate secret, and rumors began to speculate that he was a rogue or a loner. However, there wasn't much time to wonder on the matter, because a few short days after the birth of Snowkit and the death of her litter-mates, Leafdance too left to join StarClan. Being so young, Snowkit never truly understood. Now, at the age of six moons, when ever she tries to remember her mother or father, she only sees Stoneclaw's face. After Leafdance's death, he took it upon himself to take care of his tiny, runt sister. The two of them are very close and they keep no secrets from each other. Stoneclaw is as good as a father to her, and she wouldn't trade him for even the strongest and bravest warrior in the forest.
Role Play Example-
[Sorry, I have to make up another character for this. He's not real, he's just there for the sake of the role play example.]
A tickling sensation on her tiny pink nose roused Snowkit from her gentle slumber. Sun seeped into her white pelt, keeping her warm despite the frigid bite of leaf-bare. She opened her eyes, blinking away the sleep as her eyes adjusted to the early morning light that filtered in through the cave and her frosted surroundings. Just as she was about to lift her head off her fluffy snowy paws, she felt the tickling feeling again. There, sitting on the tip of her nose was a small, dusted moth, its grey wings moving slowly and its tiny antenna flitting about. Snowkit let out a small purr and the little, winged ball of dust fluttered off her nose. She twitched her whiskers as she watched it flit away and out beyond the waterfall, then rolled onto her back. She reached up with her forepaws, stretching them toward the roof of the cave, as if trying to grab a non-existent cloud with her claws and gently tug it down to her.
After a few moments of stretching luxuriously, the small white kit got to her paws. Her fluffy tail raised high, she shook her long fur and a few fleck of frost flew from the strands of her hair. Her deep brown eyes flicked over the cold HailClan camp; leaf-bare had officially taken hold, keeping the territory in its icy claws for at least a few more moons. The cave in which the camp was located was full of a biting cold and nipped at her nose. A winter breeze swept through the camp and whatever warmth her fur had absorbed over night was sucked away, making her shiver. It was her very first leaf-bare, and she was still getting used to the chilly bite on the wind and watching her breath rise in small clouds. Her jaws parted in a huge yawn, small white teeth framing a pink tongue as the moisture of her breath collected in a small puff on the air.
"Tired?" The soft mew made Snowkit turn, her fur puffed out against the cold. She unsheathed her claws, but had no need for them as she recognized the voice. It belonged to another kit by the name of Sparrowkit who was just rising to his paws. His dark brown tabby pelt stood out against the white snow as he padded softly toward her, his whiskers twitching in greeting. "It isn't even that early in the morning, Snowkit, and you look as if you've been out all night." His joking meow made her purr and she flicked her tail at him in exasperation.
"At least," she replied in a mocking tone, "I don't have moss stuck to my tail." Sparrowkit's pelt was flecked with tiny green pieces of bedding, making him look disgruntled and unkempt. Just the sight of his messy fur made her skin crawl; Snowkit hated an unclean pelt. She was very fastidious and couldn't stand the feeling of dirt in her fur. She watched in disdain as Sparrowkit pulled the moss away with his teeth, his ears bent back in embarrassment. His humiliation made Snowkit feel a pang of sympathy. "Don't worry about it," she mewed apologetically and padded over to her friend, "I know it's hard for a hedgehog to keep his spikes clean." Sparrowkit let out a soft mrr-ow of laughter at her attempt at humor.
"Thanks, Snowkit." He looked down at her with his green eyes, flicking one of his ears. He was bigger than she was, just like most of the other kits her age, but Sparrowkit was always nice about it. He never made her feel small, and he didn't treat her any differently, which was slightly on the down-side. If he treated her like she was weaker than him, he wouldn't always beat her when they play fought. He blinked at her, then mewed, "Care for a little a early-morning hunting?" Without waiting for an answer, he pushed past her and out of the small nursery and into the main part of the camp. Paws itching to run through the thick snow, Snowkit purred and followed him.
"But, won't someone miss us if we're gone for too long?" The young she-cat's mind strayed to her older brother, Stoneclaw. Either sleeping soundly in his den or out on a dawn patrol, Snowkit did not want to face him if he found out she had left camp without a warrior chaperon. Despite the fact that she was at the age of becoming an apprentice, she knew she was still not allowed to leave the camp. At least, not without Stoneclaw He wasn't her father, but he may as well have been; for her whole life he had been taking care of her and making sure she was safe. She never truly cared that she had no parents or other family to speak of. Stoneclaw was her family, and that was good enough for her.
"Come on, Snowkit." Sparrowkit's impatient hiss brought her out of her reverie. Clearly, he had ignored her worried statement. Nonetheless, she shook her head, tossing the image of a furious Stoneclaw from her mind, then nodded and followed her friend. The two of them padded quietly through the camp until they reached the waterfall. The great wall of tumbling river water marked the border of the HailClan camp, and beyond it lay the whole of their territory. Snowkit had only ever been past it with her brother, and he only took her for a walk, never hunting. However, Sparrowkit's anticipation and her own bubbling excitement were hard to ignore. So, after a moment's hesitation, she and her friend slipped past the spray of the waterfall and out into HailClan territory.
Other-
Well, it's not my best bio, but it's getting really late and my muse is running on empty. SORRY!
Click here for the picture! I changed the description a teeny bit, but this is basically what she looks like. And she looks a bit older in this picture than I actually want her to look. So, a little imagination is required here, haha. Oh, I also added "gender" to the application, just because Snowkit could be a tom's name as well. Sorry! Fayte, another new member, is making her older brother, but I guess she could still use a mentor, or a friend! Please and thanks! Hope you like her! ;3
[Picture(s) found on DeviantART.com]
