Post by Ghostkit on Sept 13, 2008 12:45:23 GMT -5
Name: Ghostkit
Age: Not even one moon
Gender: Male
Rank: Kit
Clan GustClan please!!!
Physical Descriptions: The coat of Ghostkit is a pale gray, hence the name 'Ghost'kit. His coat is very thin, and his skin is the same pale grey as his pelt. He has no tabby stripes, no spots, no anything. It is just the ghostly color of gray fog. He has a normal tail, which has no unusual features except-you can guess this one-the gray, thin coat. He has small paws, with raven black pads.
His eyes are a very pale blue, which are blind.
Personality: His personality is very unknown. Mostly, he is quiet, but then he starts mewling like a crazy cat. When he feeds, he tries to meow as much as he can, not getting alot of milk. He is very frail, and daydreams alot. But, inside in his tiny head, he has one wish: To be recognized. When it rains, he starts being excited, and is very "sad" (more like depressed) when it is more sunny.
History: He was born from a mother who was a loner and a father who was a clan cat. It was raining outside, as they both were inside a hollow tree. When Ghostkit was finally born, his mother had died. The father was shocked, and looked at the pitiful, mewling bundle. Even though he looked cute, he was also scary. His coat! The father thought. But, shortly after that thought, he grabbed Ghostkit by his scruff and carried him into the deep, shadowy forests. There was fog everywhere, so the sense of sight was useless. As he was starting to see a camp, he knew it was a mistake. Dogs! He thought, and tried to back up. These dogs looked hungry. As they recognized him, they chased him and killed him mercilessly, but not the kit. The kit blended into the fog, so the mouse-brained dogs could not see it.
Role Play Example: Ghostkit tumbled into the deep, dark fog, desperately trying to find help. He tried to see; but couldn't. His blind eyes stared into nothing, as he staggered forward. He was a weak, fragile kit. No one could save him if he didn't get help now. He tried his best to find his mum, or his da, or anybody who could help. Ghostkit smelled something, but the only scent he could remember was his mother's milk. It smelled gusty. He fell onto the cold ground, unconscious, waiting to be found from a generous cat or cats, willing to help a poor, helpless kit in danger.
Other: His dreams are to become the best warrior or medicine cat ever, and to finally be recognized and respected by his clanmates.
Age: Not even one moon
Gender: Male
Rank: Kit
Clan GustClan please!!!
Physical Descriptions: The coat of Ghostkit is a pale gray, hence the name 'Ghost'kit. His coat is very thin, and his skin is the same pale grey as his pelt. He has no tabby stripes, no spots, no anything. It is just the ghostly color of gray fog. He has a normal tail, which has no unusual features except-you can guess this one-the gray, thin coat. He has small paws, with raven black pads.
His eyes are a very pale blue, which are blind.
Personality: His personality is very unknown. Mostly, he is quiet, but then he starts mewling like a crazy cat. When he feeds, he tries to meow as much as he can, not getting alot of milk. He is very frail, and daydreams alot. But, inside in his tiny head, he has one wish: To be recognized. When it rains, he starts being excited, and is very "sad" (more like depressed) when it is more sunny.
History: He was born from a mother who was a loner and a father who was a clan cat. It was raining outside, as they both were inside a hollow tree. When Ghostkit was finally born, his mother had died. The father was shocked, and looked at the pitiful, mewling bundle. Even though he looked cute, he was also scary. His coat! The father thought. But, shortly after that thought, he grabbed Ghostkit by his scruff and carried him into the deep, shadowy forests. There was fog everywhere, so the sense of sight was useless. As he was starting to see a camp, he knew it was a mistake. Dogs! He thought, and tried to back up. These dogs looked hungry. As they recognized him, they chased him and killed him mercilessly, but not the kit. The kit blended into the fog, so the mouse-brained dogs could not see it.
Role Play Example: Ghostkit tumbled into the deep, dark fog, desperately trying to find help. He tried to see; but couldn't. His blind eyes stared into nothing, as he staggered forward. He was a weak, fragile kit. No one could save him if he didn't get help now. He tried his best to find his mum, or his da, or anybody who could help. Ghostkit smelled something, but the only scent he could remember was his mother's milk. It smelled gusty. He fell onto the cold ground, unconscious, waiting to be found from a generous cat or cats, willing to help a poor, helpless kit in danger.
Other: His dreams are to become the best warrior or medicine cat ever, and to finally be recognized and respected by his clanmates.
